Has writing been something you always did, or was it a discovered talent that came to you at a later point?
I came to writing later in life. Though, I have always written stories in my head it is not the same as putting them down on paper, a challenge to say the least.
Do you remember how it felt when you were offered that first contract? What emotions stand out in your memory?
So excited when I received that email with the contract attached, I had my head in the clouds for weeks.
Is this a first book, part of a series, or the latest in a long line of many?
Long line of many. Fallen Leave is the second book in the Family Tree series. I love these people so much I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to end this series.
What is the oddest thing that’s happened to you since you chose to become a professional writer? Will it ever make it into a book, or is that a secret?
Strangely, I can’t think of anything odd happening or maybe my life is just so odd I can’t tell the difference.
Do you have your next book underway, or other titles in the planning stages?
Oh, yes, the next book seems to always be calling me. Right now, I’m finishing up my Executive Wives’ Club series. Then I’m starting on book 3 of the Family Tree series, Winter’s Wonders.
Do you have a favourite genre and why? Is it one you write in, read in, or both?
My problem is I like too many. It has to have a romance, but I like fantasy, paranormal, suspense, women fiction, futuristic, etc. I like them all and want to try them all out.
What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process? Does it change from book to book or remain the same?
The first draft is the most exciting part because you are creating a new world full of new characters.
If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?
Jim Butcher, one because I think it’d be fun to have delved into the male perspective of writing and because my son likes his writing so my son might read me.
What kind of book do you think would come from the collaboration?
A romantic fantasy with amazing wizards. Feel free to contact me – Jim.
Where can readers find you on the web?
Thank you,Tina, for being my guest.
As autumn comes to the Winston estate in Ohio, Amber Harrison learns further lessons in her new position as keeper for the spirits and ghosts who haunt the estate--and further lessons in love, too. She and her love, Carter Miller, grapple with the fears and passions of new love, while caught up in the storm of ancient family drama.
This is the second book in the unfolding saga of the psychics and talents associated with the Winston estate, a sheltered place where past, present, and future are woven into a single dramatic tapestry of love and desire. The tale spans multiple generations, multiple eras, and offers something special for all ages of reader. A sexy, erotic winner, with an assortment of couples to appeal to most tastes.
“How long before you install the new cabinets?”
He turned on the ladder. His dark brown eyes captured her, engulfing her in an encompassing warmth. She melted under his heated gaze, which ran from the top of her head to the white socks on her feet. He lifted a brow at her attire, but he didn’t comment on her pink sweat suit.
“With the old cabinets out of the way, I need to knock down this wall and tear up the flooring. The electrical work is next on the agenda.” He climbed off the ladder, yanked off his gloves, and slid a hand through his thick, wavy hair.
“It might be awhile before we install the new cabinets. Right now, we’re simply working to remove the old stuff so we can start fresh.” He smiled, which didn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes or the fatigue in the slump of his shoulders.
“There’s no hurry. If you’re busy with something else, this can wait until your Dad and Mattie come home next week.”
“No, Dad doesn’t want her dealing with this mess.” Carter unbuckled his tool belt and placed it on a workbench. “I promised him I’d have it done.”
“Is Grant helping?” Amber stepped around several pieces of sheetrock and stray bits of wood, to the bottom of the stairs.
He walked to the backdoor. “Friday, his classes are over at noon.”
With his hand resting on the doorknob, he appeared anxious to leave. “I’m headed to lunch, and then I need to drop by the office for a while. Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself?”
Amber toyed with the idea of saying no. She missed the taste of his lips and the strength of his arms, but she nodded instead. “Yes, I’m fine.”
After opening the door, he paused. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
She waved and turned to head to her room, satisfied she’d at least gotten him to talk. Her leaden feet trudged up the steps. Unexcited, she contemplated her latest assignment from the family council. How could she achieve such an impossible task?