It’s been awhile, but I’m back as the world traveler, seeing sites and seeking out authors. In the next month or so, I’ll present a nice variety of authors. First up, takes me to the beach. Soft sand. Tropical punch…and fuzzy socks?
1. Who are you and what makes you the most fascinating person in your city?
Well, I live in a small town of about 7,000 people and I’m sure I’m not the most fascinating person, but I know many of the moms like to think it’s taboo to talk to me because I write “porn”. Someday, people will understand what romance stories are really about…the journey of love.
2. Without revealing a deep dark secret (unless you want to), what one thing would people be surprised to learn about you?
I’m obsessed with fuzzy socks. Seriously. I must have at least fifty pairs. Ankle socks. Tube socks. Solid colors. Designed. Patriots ones for my favorite football team. I could go on and on. I love them.
3. What interested you to become a writer rather than something else such as rock star?
Well, I can’t sing or play any instruments so the rock star fantasy wasn’t happening. But honestly, I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I grew up carrying a journal and jotting whenever I could.
4. Writers are readers. With which author(s) would you enjoy sharing dinner? Why?
I would love to have dinner with Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurell K. Hamilton, or Nickly Charles. They have some of the most developed and creative stories I have ever read, as well as deeply written love stories. I would probably pee my pants or pass out at the opportunity to meet them, but man, to get a glimpse into their minds…wow, that would be life changing.
5. If I were stranded on a deserted island or suffering from a four hour layover at the airport, why would your book(s) be great company?
A deserted island would be great. No one would see you cry. One thing I’m always told is, you need tissues to read my books. I feel like I’m constantly apologizing for making people cry, but I love angst—reading it and writing it. I love the ups and down, the tension, the shattering and putting back together. If that’s what you love too, then my books are the perfect company for you.
6. Share your process of writing in regards to: plot and character development, story outline, research (do you Google or visit places/people, or make it up on the spot), writing schedule, editing and number of rewrites.
As soon as an idea pops in my head, a notebook gets started. If that idea turns into a full story then I form an outline. I’d love to say my characters follow what I think, but they do their own thing. A lot of my stories are made up, but if I’m writing something that is real to life and I don’t know about it, I either ask people in that field or I turn to the internet. My schedule is all over the place. I have to fit writing in around my swag business and my kids’ crazy schedules. Many times I’m writing, sitting on the couch in my living room, while my family is running around, screaming. It’s pure chaos. I’m fortunate, though, to have a handful of amazing beta readers who get my books every couple chapters. With their help, I get a lot of the rewrites done before the book goes to my editor. The amount of rewrites varies by book. My editor does two to three passes through each book, normally two, but if she suggests a lot of additions, a third run through happens. The only book that has been different is Sevyn. The idea came to me and I let the story sit in my head for eleven months, just swirling around and completely forming. Then I wrote for seven weeks until it was complete. The characters didn’t veer off course too much.
7. “I think I have a good idea for a story, but I don’t know where or how to begin. Your process may not work for me. Any advice?”
Everyone has to find their own process. I know authors who have to have a full outline. Some just plot their characters. Others simply write. My piece of advice is find what you think will work for you and write. If it isn’t working, you’ll find that out and know where to tweak it. Don’t get frustrated. There’s no right answer. There’s no one way to make the process work.
8. I saw an amusing T-shirt the other day which read, “Every great idea I have gets me in trouble.” What is your philosophy of life?
I always tell people life is for living, or be happy, you’re on the right side of the grass. We spend so much time surrounded by negativity I try to show people as often as I can that there’s a lot of good out there.
9. Please tell me you’re not going to stop writing? What’s next for you?
Oh, hell no. The multitude of started notebooks in my back room can’t go to waste. Besides, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I wasn’t writing. The Healing Hearts Series is a big project for me. I am currently doing some rewrites on books one and two. They are already published, as well as book three, but they were my first books and I feel they could use some cleaning up. Exposed, book four is written, but won’t be published until I get the rewrites done. And Hidden, book five has been started. I also have children’s series started with my two younger sons. One series for 4-7 year-olds and the other for 8-12 year-olds.
10. Where can people find more information on you and your projects?
I post on Facebook the most, but you can find me at any of these places:
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Genre: Thriller/ Romantic Suspense/
Publisher: Forever Red Publishing
Number of pages: 300
Cover Artist: Lee Ching from Under Cover Designs
Tagline: When life hands you impossible choices, can you become the man you want to be?
Born into rival drug cartels, Kevyn Zozlov and his best friend Esperanza Torres defy the odds, finding laughter in a world full of pain. Ripped away from her at a young age, Kevyn has to learn the difference between family, loyalty, and obedience. Fear keeps him focused each day. Memories fill his dreams at night.
Torn between the death he sees daily and what he believes is right, he struggles to decide the kind of man he wants to be—until a promise he makes to his mother, the person he loves more than anyone, changes everything.
“Get out of here and find Esperanza. Promise me.”
Now, Kevyn has to figure out how to make his way to the only friend he ever had—the one person who understands his damaged world. Will she welcome him back with open arms, or turn him away, leaving him more lost than he already is?
With time against him, can he find Esperanza and his happiness, or will he be another casualty of the drug war, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to mourn his loss?
My fourteenth birthday started with screaming, “I want to see my son. He would never ask for this. Kevyn! Kevyn!”
My father was screaming for me?
The hopeful boy in me that had always prayed he would love me ran out of my room and down the stairs. He was in the cage. I stared at him in confusion. Looking back at me was nothing but hatred. Still. He didn’t need my help. Didn’t want it. He wanted me to see how much I disgusted him.
“You fucking bastard!” He screamed. Spit flew from his mouth. As usual, he was high. “How dare you wish this for your birthday?”
There is no way to explain the punch in the gut you feel seeing someone murdered. The sound of the gun shooting. The way their head jerks. That moment before the body realizes that its essence is gone, eyes staring nowhere, devoid of all emotion, before finally crumbling to the ground. Blood dribbles from their lips and pools on the floor. It’s like your soul performs one last dance before wrenching away to find out what lays beyond. One last morbid, horrific waltz, it gripped onto me and imbedded every detail into my young mind.
I would never be the same.
He was really gone.
I never wanted to be responsible for someone’s death, but I was responsible for this. My father was dead because of me. As he laid there, his eyes devoid of life, no longer able to judge me—hate me, I looked up to the sky and silently thought to my mother…justice is yours.
Esperanza’s lips touched my cheek and she whispered, “I always knew you were still out there. My heart would have known if you ceased to exist. People thought I was crazy, but I told them you’d come back. I knew you’d come back for me.”
I could feel her breath on my face and couldn’t stop myself from the stupid action I took. It was quick, and anything but smooth, but I turned my face and brought my lips to hers…only for a brief second. I whispered back, “I’ll always come for you.”
She pulled away and put her fingers to her lips before a smile so big it could split her cheeks broke out. “Never leave again, okay? My heart can’t take it a second time.”
“I’ll never go anywhere without you.”
About the Author:
From a young Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that morphed into journals. Poetry became short stories and short stories a novel. Although she’s surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband, and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be herself by escaping into the fantasy of reading and writing romance. That is, until she needs a male’s perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband at all of her questions. Renee is a true New Englander. You can find her screaming profanity at the TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them), reading a good book. She doesn’t believe snow is a reason to shut things down, only to slow down and admire the beauty. Ask her anything. She’s an open book—pun fully intended.
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