Monday, May 29, 2017

Interview with Christian Romance Author Jo Huddleston

Jo Huddleston is a multi-published author of books, articles, and short stories. Novels in her West Virginia Mountains series, her Caney Creek series, and her standalone novel, Tidewater Summer, are sweet Southern historical romances. Jo is a member of ACFW and the Literary Hall of Fame at Lincoln Memorial University (TN). Learn more at where you can read first chapters of her novels and novellas and also sign up for her mailing list.

Welcome to my blog, Jo. This story is a novelette. Please tell us about your book, With Good Intentions.

A sweet romance spiced with deception, set in 1959. Jean Stewart and her mama stand firm to protect their family business from a big-city developer’s takeover. Oscar Wainworth sends his son William to convince the ladies to sell their property. William has an instant attraction to Jean, believes he shouldn’t be the one to discuss the sale with the Stewarts, and gives them a fake name. If they know he’s a Wainworth, he’s likely to find himself out on the sidewalk.

One lie leads to another until William may have dug a hole too deep to escape. By stealth he learns that Jean can’t associate with anyone who is dishonest. To win Jean’s love, William must convince her that his lies flowed from good intentions.

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Here is a sample of Jo's writing skills below. Read an excerpt from With Good Intentions.

Chapter 1
October 1959—Birmingham, Alabama
William Wainworth shifted in his chair, stretched his long legs beneath the massive conference table, and braced for the impending reprimand from the CEO. This regular Monday morning meeting of Wainworth Development sales staff had gone on longer than he’d expected.
He would loosen his necktie but doing so would violate the expectations Wainworth’s CEO held for his male employees: wear a coat and tie when representing Wainworth Development. His daddy being the CEO of Wainworth Development, William had that rule ingrained in him from an early age.
Among other stellar traits, his daddy dressed immaculately, and he expected his workforce to follow his example. His appearance had favorably impressed many clients who sat with him in his Birmingham office. Every weekday, he never ventured outside his home without the requisite coat and necktie. William had never seen him wear wrinkled pants or curled-up shirt collars.
Now, Oscar Wainworth stood tall, slender, and good-looking between the head of the table and an easel, his index finger tapping on a sketch positioned there. William moved his attention from his daddy to the sketch, a street-level drawing of storefronts along a sidewalk in Conroy, Alabama.
Wainworth Development sought to purchase that entire block of businesses, demolish the buildings, and replace them with an apartment complex having a bookstore on the first floor. Sitting across the street from a growing college, the location proved ideal for Wainworth’s purpose.
The building plans had received the city’s approval. Wainworth representatives had successfully gained signatures on real estate contracts to acquire all the properties except one. The smallest business on the block refused to sell, despite repeated overtures from Wainworth Development.
Oscar Wainworth faced the dozen or so men seated around the table in chairs upholstered in rich, brown leather. He put his palms on the gleaming tabletop and leaned forward. “Gentlemen, this one small store is the monkey wrench in this whole deal. We’ve bought up all the properties on the block, yet here’s this little hole-in-the-wall ice cream shop smack-dab in the middle that you’ve not convinced to sell. Why is that? Why this one store?”
Mumbled reasons and comments circulated around the massive table. William and Oscar had heard them all before. Oscar Wainworth stood straight, his six-foot-four height menacing, and met the eyes of each salesman. “Yes, the owners are females, and you’ve all probably tried to be gentlemanly in your contacts with them. That’s commendable and appropriate.
“But, men, you need to work with these ladies just as you would any other client. Wainworth Development is a business, and you must conduct yourselves accordingly—doesn’t matter if you’re dealing with a man or a woman. However, it’s time to get tough with these women. Understood?”
The men bobbed their heads in sync as if they followed the directions of an orchestra conductor, and his daddy continued. “Do I have to go down there and show you how it’s done? Must I close this deal myself? I assure you I will not be happy if I do.”
His gaze settled on his son. “William, I want you to go down to Conroy and convince the owners to sell. This has become a special case, and if you’ve learned anything from me in your thirty-two years, you’ll be successful. You drive on down there and stay as long as it takes to get the job done.”
“Yes, sir, I will.”
“Get going. Now.” He waved a hand toward the closed door to spur William into motion. “Ask Gloria for the files on this property and be on your way. Check back with me when you get there.”
William pushed his chair away from the conference table and rose. “Yes, sir.” His daddy was a workaholic, especially since his wife, William’s mama, had died five years ago. Oscar Wainworth put in a sixty-hour work week, never leaving a job undone. He expected similar dedication in his staff.
Finally outside the conference room and waiting at Gloria’s desk for her to collect the files, William exhaled. He didn’t mind that his daddy booted him out of the meeting—anything beat sitting in a stuffy roomful of cigar smoke.
Gloria returned and handed him several file folders. “Here are the files you need. Good luck. I hope your trip goes better than those of the other men Mr. Wainworth has sent down there.”
“Thanks. Where did the other guys stay? You got the name of a hotel?”
“Yes, they stayed at the Conroy Hotel. I’ll telephone to reserve you a room. How long will you be staying?”
“Maybe for the remainder of the week.”
Same Day—Conroy, Alabama
William carried his luggage up to a second-floor hotel room, then returned downstairs to grab a late lunch in the hotel’s dining room. When he crossed the lobby, the antiquated wooden floors groaned beneath his every step. Inside the dining room, booths lined one wall and tables covered with white linen tablecloths dotted the floor space.
He asked the hostess for a booth, and she seated him at a high-back wooden booth near the entrance. After a light lunch of steaming vegetable soup and a ham sandwich, he found a pay phone in the lobby and stepped into the booth to call Birmingham.
“Good afternoon. Wainworth Development.”
“Gloria, ring my daddy’s office, please.”
Shortly, he heard his daddy’s voice. “That you, William? How does the lay of the land look down there?”
“Just letting you know I’m here. Haven’t seen the owners yet, but plan to go there now.”
“Fine, fine. How about you call me every morning about ten o’clock to bring me up-to-date with what you’re doing? We’ve got to get this deal finalized.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll do that.”
William stepped out of the telephone booth to walk outside the red brick hotel. He stood on the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pants pockets. Without haste, he scanned what he could see of the town—to his left, a bank stood on the corner, and to his right, a drugstore anchored that corner, its front facing away from him.
Not many folks moving around, and from the casual dress of those passing by him, then had to be college students. He glanced at his polished shoes and creased dress pants—shades of Oscar Wainworth. He’d stand out like a palm tree at the North Pole among these young people. Might as well put a sign on his back saying, Here I am from the big city. I want to buy your property.
He returned to his hotel room, tugging off his necktie as he opened his luggage. Later, again on the sidewalk, dressed in blue jeans with his long-sleeved dress shirt now open at the neck, his black leather bomber jacket, and loafers, William breathed in the fresh air. A satisfying change from the pollution that filled the air over Birmingham.
Turning to his right, he sauntered west until he reached the corner and stopped. He faced the street in front of the drugstore and read the signpost: College Street. Some committee must have worked many hours to come up with that original name—the street sliced through downtown Conroy, Alabama, between the college and the town. The next block to his left held the businesses Wainworth Development had bought. Except for the ice cream shop. Might as well head on down there.
He crossed the street when the traffic light changed. Again on the sidewalk, he passed the stores that would soon disappear once Wainworth had acquired all the properties.
Before he reached his destination, the clock tower atop a lofty red brick building across College Street tolled the hour. Three o’clock. A spattering of foot traffic moved across the manicured lawns of nearby campus buildings. Probably class-changing time.
A short distance farther, William stood outside the building whose purchase depended on him. The sign above the door read: Stewart’s Ice Cream Shop.
Inside, William verified that his daddy had been correct when he referred to the business as a hole-in-the-wall place. With about only 400 square feet, the twelve-foot wide, deep room measured about thirty-five feet from the entrance to a closed swinging door in the back. Along the right wall, chairs occupied the length of the room, stopping at a pay phone attached to the wall and a display case that faced the entrance.
The tile floor shone, and on his left stood three ice cream cases, each about eight feet long. Their fronts were white and spotless, and no fingerprints smudged the glass through which sat numerous opened tubs of ice cream. The sweet, pleasant scent of ice cream filled the room and drew William to follow the customers already in the shop.
He fell in line with a few college students awaiting their turn to be served. The kids weren’t impatient, but rather they calmly shuffled toward the cash register. He’d skipped dessert in anticipation of his visit to the ice cream shop, and the various flavors listed on the wall tempted him.
An attractive woman probably in her late forties with dark hair and a pleasant face worked efficiently behind the counter. Another female stood behind the tall display case near the rear of the room. He could only see the back of her head and didn’t have a clue to what she did. Soon William stood first in the line.
“May I help you?” the woman asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I’d like a cone—two scoops, please.”
“What flavor?”
“Vanilla and chocolate. Would you please put the vanilla on the cone first and then the chocolate?”
The woman dipped his ice cream onto a cone while William read the flavors painted on a wooden board hanging above a counter behind her. “You certainly offer a lot of flavors here.”
“And yet you choose our trusty standbys—vanilla and chocolate.”
“Yes, ma’am. Always been my favorites.”
William paid for his treat and took a seat in the last chair against the wall. From there he had an unlimited view of the business except for the area behind the display case to his right. His attention fell to the contents of the case. Behind the glass sat numerous delicious-looking desserts—artfully decorated cakes and pies waiting to be personalized with someone’s name, a tray of individually-wrapped ice cream sandwiches, and two log rolls made of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream.
Everyone had been served, and either left with their ice cream or taken seats along the wall to eat their treats. The woman who had served him sauntered toward where William sat. She stopped at the empty counter space across from him, reached underneath it, and brought out a large piece of flat cardboard decorated with balloons of red, blue, green, and yellow and the name of the ice cream shop.
While the woman worked with the cardboard, she spoke to the girl behind the display case near him. “Did any Wainworth people contact you before I came to work?”
William angled his body toward the entrance, pretending lack of interest in what the woman had said. He watched the traffic outside the front window but kept his attention on the conversation before him.
The girl behind the display case joined the woman assembling the cardboard into a cake box. “No, ma’am. No one has come by or called, which is unusual for a Monday. For weeks now they’ve been persistent, showing up here almost every day.” The girl had on a white basic bib apron, as the older woman did, over her skirt and blouse and wore blue Keds on her feet.
“Maybe you’ve finally convinced them you mean it when you say we don’t want to sell.”
“Mama, I hope so, but I doubt that.” The two could be sisters, as attractive as they were, rather than mother and daughter. Probably the owners. The girl reached beneath the counter and pulled out another sheet of cardboard to give the older woman. “I’ve talked with some of the other business owners, and it appears we’re the only holdouts on the block.
“If that’s the case, rather than give up, Wainworth Development will increase their pressure on us to sell. I cringe every time someone dressed in a suit and necktie come through the door. All the Wainworth people think they can make us sell—they’re so arrogant and expect us to roll over and play dead when they wave money in front of us.”
Good thing William had changed clothes before visiting their shop.
“Their money would be nice, Jean. We could pay off the mortgage here and have some left over. I could get used to not working outside the home again.”
“Mama, please don’t go soft on this. We’re not going to sell! Daddy started this business, and we’ll do everything we can to keep it going.”
Jean’s mama put the assembled boxes underneath the counter and started toward the cash register to help new customers. The girl returned to whatever kept her busy behind the dessert case.
William left his chair and stepped nearer the display case, continuing to enjoy his ice cream cone. Bending at the waist and peering inside at the cakes, William didn’t notice the girl behind the case had approached him. A female voice drew his attention. “May I help you with something from the dessert case?”
He straightened and turned toward the voice. When their eyes met, hers were the color of the deepest part of the Gulf of Mexico waters and turned him into a bumbling adolescent. “Ah, well, no, thank you. Just, uh, looking. Did you make all these pretty cakes?”
She smiled, apparently enjoying his discomfort. “Yes, I did. See something you like in there?”
Not in the dessert case, he didn’t. But he wouldn’t mind getting to know the dark-haired woman standing next to him. “No, thanks. Guess I’ll just finish this cone I’ve started.”
“I recognize our regulars, the college kids, but I don’t believe you’ve been in here before. You new in town?”
“Yeah, you could say that. I’m, er, I’m doing some work on the college campus.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Uh, helping one of the professors with some research.”
“Then welcome to our town. I’m Jean Stewart.”
“Thanks. I’m Will….” Beyond her shoulder, he saw the wooden board where they listed their ice cream flavors. “…Will Woods.”

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Interview with Sweet Romance Author Laurie Lewis

Laurie (L.C.) Lewis began her career under contract with Covenant Communications in 2004, moving to Walnut Springs Press in 2010, during which time she published seven books. Her eighth novel, "The Dragons of Alsace Farm," which debuted in July 2016, was inspired by her family's experiences supporting a loved one with dementia, and is a finalist for a RONE Award, a Whitney Award, and was the winner of New Apple Literary's 2016 Medallion for Inspirational fiction. In March of 2017, she released her first romance novella, "Sweet Water" for Gelato Books' "Destination Billionaire's Series."

While Laurie Lewis is best known for her much celebrated historical fiction series, "Free Men and Dreamers," she writes different genres under several pen names--general fiction and woman's fiction as Laurie Lewis, historical fiction and suspense as L.C. Lewis.

Laurie and her McGyver-man husband, Tom, live in Maryland, and are the parents of four amazing cut-ups, and grandmother of 10 cutie-pie smidgeons.

Welcome to my blog, Laurie. I love your book cover. Please tell us about your romance novella: Sweet Water.

Thanks for having me back, Linda! “Sweet Water, has been a grand adventure for me. When Christine Dymock and I met at a writers’ conference two years ago, I had no idea she was the owner of Gelato Books, or that I’d be invited to leave my four-hundred-page comfort zone to take a stab at a romance novella for her Destination Billionaires series.

Redemption and forgiveness are big themes in all my books. We all need a little at one time or another. The romance storyline of SWEET WATER is about hijacked love—when two insecure people miss “their moment,” when their timing gets thrown off by someone or something, and how they respond when they realize what’s happened. I hope readers see Olivia and Hudson grow, and can relate to their emotional roller coaster ride, and their personal courage.

I like the plot of this romance. Where did you get your inspiration for this story?

SWEET WATER was definitely inspired by location. Since it’s part of the Destination Billionaires Romance Series, I needed some intriguing settings and locales. I had plotted a women’s fiction novel out during a family visit to the Oregon coast, which I absolutely fell in love with. I decided to use that outline for this novella. I also was inspired by some amazing women whose stories added adventure and substance to the book.

Hudson refers to the AMAR foundation on page eight of the book. A dear friend introduced me to the chairwoman of AMAR, Baroness Nicholson of Winterbourne, while assisting at a reception in her honor near Washington D.C.  AMAR provides health care and education to families living in war zones or in areas of civil disorder and disruption.

The nuns and orphans being attacked by rebels in SWEET WATER are based on an actual convent in The Ivory Coast of Africa. Another friend, Dr. Melei Lath, introduced me to her sister, Mother Eugenie, the Mother Superior of The Fraternit√© Monastique Des Soeurs de Jesus-Euchariste. These brave nuns support themselves and use their earnings to protect and educate orphans left alone as a result of disease and war. I hope readers will consider donating to these women’s work. Every dollar helps.

What kind of research did you do?

I was incredibly impacted by Baroness Nicholson and her work with AMAR, and I drew upon her presentation in D.C. as I wrote SWEET WATER. Additionally, I spent time with Dr. Melei Lath and Sister Eugenie to understand the people, the orphans, and the political and social climates in the Ivory Coast. Geography and more research was done online.

I had quite a good time conducting my banking research—learning about safety deposit boxes and how to set up a Swiss bank Account. (As if. . .)

The best research was aided by my son and his family in Oregon, who took me to every coastal location in the book, including the very romantic cave scene.

Tell me about one of the main characters and what you love about him or her?

Readers LOVE Hudson, empathize with Olivia, and want to rip Jeff’s heart out. Hudson is the perfect man—handsome in a way that is not overt, gentle, self-effacing, unaffected by his wealth and power, very family-oriented, and willing to sacrifice for his principles. Olivia begins the book in dire straits, with a chip on her shoulder and a vendetta. Her growth curve is heart-warming. Readers cheer for her. I love all of them, and readers generally come to forgive even the seemingly dastardly Jeff by the book’s end.

Where is your website and blog so my readers can check out your recent and past books that you have written?

Thanks for allowing me to meet your readers and to introduce them to SWEET WATER. I’d love to hear back if they read my books and want to share their experiences.

Thank you, Laurie, for this interview. I hope my readers check out your book.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Interview with Fantasy Children’s Author Rosemary Brossard

As a young mother Rosemary Brossard published “The ABC’s of Preschool” which was a large plethora of ideas to help mothers of preschoolers learn numerous educational skills. She happily gave many volunteer hours in the public schools promoting enrichment ideas for additional study, assisted the teachers, and offered endless hours in community service for children.

She has written stories and poems all her life. According, to her teachers comments they all encouraged her to continue writing. However, in the last 10 years she has become focused on writing with a purpose. Such as Parables, & Fantasy with lessons to be learned. Children and children’s literature is enticing her on. She currently is a member of the Southern Utah Heritage Writers guild.

She is mother of five children, and spent endless hours with them in public libraries.  Her children are all married now. She lovingly embraces her twelve beautiful grandchildren.

Welcome to my blog, Rosemary. I love the book cover. Please tell us about this children’s fantasy.

Captivating flying insects and birds live in the Kingdoms of Pardalis. Unusual magnetic portals provide thrilling transportation for the stirring adventures of the six heirs of the King and Queen. You will discover all the dimensions of Pardalis as you turn the pages of this book.
The King and Queen live in the highest ruling order of all the Kingdoms of Pardalis. Their land is the largest and most important order of this complex seven-dimension Kingdom and their ruling land is called by the same name, Pardalis.
The heirs of the King and Queen must learn to work as a team and triumph over the trials of their awakening in order to go on to the next phase of their development. If they do not conquer, they must go again until they do. It is critically important that they become strong both as a team and individually in order to take upon themselves leadership positions in the Kingdom of Pardalis.
They must all go through their final Transformation in Sagitta where they will emerge with full flying power. Only the heirs will have the ability to glow in three colors: yellow, green and orange. The brightness of their glowing will increase as they continue to help rule the Kingdom of Pardalis with wisdom and hard work.
When the ruling days of the King of Pardalis come to an end, he will choose one of his three sons to become the next King of Pardalis. The gradual increase of their glowing will help the King choose his successor. This son will then choose a queen who will also develop special glowing qualities when she becomes a Ruling Mother. Their days of ruling the Kingdom will continue to increase their glowing power. The other heirs will continue to rule as they work together in their responsibilities. But the King and Queen are the only ones who will eventually have full glowing powers as well as other gifts of special humming frequencies.

Where did you get your inspiration for this story?

This book started on a small scale parable Christmas gift for my grandchildren.  Every Grandmother wants to encourage her posterity to make good choices.  I felt the best way to do this was in story form. This would allow them to draw their own conclusions and come to realize how important every decision they make becomes a guiding thread in their personal fabric of life. 

The purpose of the Parables told in the exciting adventures of The Fireflies of Pardalis is to enhance the time honored values of:
Family unity and love
Good Leadership
Conquering fear and embracing trust

What age group is this book written for?

It’s geared toward 5th to 8th Graders.

Tell me about one of the fireflies and what you love about him or her?

Rigel finally faced his own personal awakening that many questioned he would ever achieve. His rescue, a miracle in the making, took the combined effort of all the fireflies’ heirs to accomplish. He was aggressive, independent and short tempered. His awakening brought him to understand how to channel his power in ways that would help others rather than dominate in power over them. His life was spared and his growth astonishing.

Where can my readers buy your book?

On Amazon at

It will also be available at Barnes and Noble.

Thank you so much for this interview, Rosemary. I hope my readers will check this book out.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Interview with Fantasy Romance Author Anna Del C. Dye

Anna del C. has published eleven book to this date. Her Elf series, from where these audiobooks come, was her first attempt to write in a language foreign to her own. Trouble in the Elf City is Book Two of her Silent Warrior Trilogy. She lives in Taylorsville, Utah with her husband of thirty-nine years and her cat Honey. She has received many Awards for her books and stories she has written.  

Welcome to my blog, Anna. I'm quite impressed with Audible and have listened to several audiobooks through this Amazon company. It's so easy because I have the app downloaded on my smartphone. I just put on my earphones and listen. Please tell us about your audiobook, Trouble in the Elf City. What is it about?

To Achieve Peace, War is Oftentimes Inevitable...
In the serene and beautiful city of the elfs, life has changed but little since Menarm was destroyed and the war ended. Three springs have passed and Adren, the last princess of Menarm, has settled into her new life. Her champion, the Silent Warrior, has not been seen since the battle at Wilapond. 
One day the peaceful life in her new kingdom is challenged by enemies the elfs are unable to fight. Disaster seems imminent for their whole race. Adren will have to witness the destruction of this kingdom and once again find herself alone in the world or the Silent Warrior could rescue them all. But, how can they asked him to protect them from an enemy he begged the elf to destroy? 

I love your book cover. Where did you get your inspiration for this story?

When I finished The Elf and the Princess, the characters kept putting different scenes into my mind until one day I just sat down and pieced them all together. The Elfs wanted my readers to know that they were proud of the fact that no one has ever attacked their fair city. And they wanted to give us a warning... complacence tends to make one careless and set all one holds dear in danger.  

Tell me about the main character and what you love about her?

Adren, as half-elf/half-mankind, is the best of both worlds. She has the finesse of the elfs and the knowledge of mankind which makes her strong and powerful. She isn't intimidated by anyone yet she keeps her femininity to show us that both can exist at the same time. She is respected, honored and loved by the elfs and she is feared and respected by mankind. All in all, she maintains a good balance with the talents life has given her.

Tell us about the narrator. Does he use different voices?

George Tintura, is the narrator of my elf series.   
He has a minor in music and a perfect ear. George is the only one I know who bought a tuning fork just to turn around and tune it himself. His excuse... "it wasn't tuned perfectly." He is the author of the beautiful music and voice in some of my book trailers, like book one of The Silent Warrior Trilogy, “The Elf and the Princess.”

He does a great job with the many characters in the stories and Trouble in the Elf City has many characters entwined in its pages. He makes a table where he puts the name of the character and who he wants them to sound like. Usually he molds the voices of my characters to those of an actor or actress with whom he is familiar.

That is so interesting. In other words, a narrator has to remember what voices he or she uses throughout the book. Where is your website and blog so my readers can check out your recent and past books that you have written? Also, give us the link to your audiobook.

Audible link to the first book of the Silent Warrior Trilogy: $13.96 
Amazon link

Audible link to the second book of the Silent Warrior Trilogy:  $13.96 
Amazon link

As always, I am thankful for your help in spreading the news about my work. Thank you, Linda.

Thank you for this interview, Anna. To listen to this audio book, one has to be a member of Audible, which is owned by Amazon.

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Monday, May 1, 2017

Interview with Romance Author Brooke Williams

Brooke Williams is a stay at home mom/freelance writer/author. She has a variety of clients for whom she writes blogs, web content, and articles. She also has a number of romantic comedy and children’s books on the market, including the upcoming novel “The Leftover,” due out this September. Brooke has been married to her husband, Sean since 2002 and they have two beautiful daughters, Kaelyn (7) and Sadie (4).

Welcome to my blog. Please tell us about your novella: What Happens at the Airport.

It’s about a woman who’s down on her luck with men. She’s gone through one thing after another with them and she’s downright fed up! Just when she thinks she’s through trying to find love, she finds herself seated next to quite the handsome stranger on an airplane. The only catch is he isn’t what he seems. And when I say that, I mean it more for the reader than for her! You’ll have to read it to find out what I mean…

Where did you get your inspiration for this story?

I’ve seen people meet and fall in love on planes in the movies and on TV, but I can’t say that I’ve ever even spoken to someone on a plane, other than family I was flying with. I’ve sat next to strangers myself and I liked the idea of two people, flying alone, starting up a conversation. Usually in TVs and movies, those conversations go well. In this story, things go all wrong!

Did you have to do any research for this book?

I’ve flown on planes and sat next to stranger. I spilled a Sprite in the purse of a woman who sat next to me. J Otherwise, I write as it comes and don’t think too deeply into it research-wise!

Tell me about one of the main characters and what you love about him or her?

I like Wes, the under-cover air marshall. He knows what he wants and he goes for it. He’s a strong person because his job demands it and he’s noble in the meantime.

Where is your website and blog so my readers can check out your recent and past books that you have written?


That should be enough information for you!
I’d like to mention that I have a lot coming up this year! In June, I’ll re-release Wrong Place, Right Time so you can watch for that. I have a huge release coming in September as well called “The Leftover.” I’m over the moon excited for this book to come out!!! Check out my facebook, twitter, blog etc and I’ll have details coming soon!

Thank you for this interview, Brooke. I have read this short story and here is my review below. For those who would like to buy this ebook, here is the link:

“This story is about a young woman who mistakenly thinks that because a man is handsome and has the build of a bodybuilder, he must be the perfect guy. Not so! When she sits next to a dreamy looking hunk, she very soon realizes that he isn’t what he seems to be. He is very annoying and quite the pervert. All looks and no brains! Not far into the story, she realizes what a mistake it is to encourage him. Actually, her heart belongs to someone else. This short story reminds us to not make such quick judgments of others.”
–Review by Author Linda Weaver Clarke