One trait you share with your heroine in this book?
The one trait I share with Shelly is that we are both part of an interracial relationship and we met our husbands at work.
One thing you have learned as a writer this year?
The whole "show" and not "tell" when writing is a very difficult skill to hone. I think I have a better grasp of it now but, as with everything, practice makes almost perfect.
One writer, you'd LOVE to have lunch with?
I would love to sit down and have lunch with Catherine Mann, near her home (because she lives in Florida close to the beach). I've met Mrs. Mann several times and it always seemed rushed but someday, it would be great to have a nice and relaxing lunch just to talk about life. She is so down to earth and a real "girlfriend".
Love Encounters Blurb:
Encountering ghosts and spirits was one thing, but what happens when you encounter love?
Shelly Barnes loved working for her father's business, Barnes Paranormal Society of qualified ghost hunters. When the assignments began to be more than BPS could handle, they had little choice but to expand the business.
Her father, and owner of BPS, Ed Barnes, prided his company for being a successful, minority owned company that started as his hobby and turned into one of the leading paranormal societies in the surrounding states. When he hired, Kevin Bradford, he knew that with years of experience under his belt Kevin would make a great addition to the team.
Pairing Shelly and Kevin as partners was a stroke of genius and when she fell hard for her partner, she was hesitant to flaunt their interracial relationship status to the world, and she didn't know why.
Insecurities from her past threatened her future with Kevin and she knew that if she didn't overcome them, she'd end up losing the one man she'd ever loved.
Kevin saw the telltale sign before Shelly fainted. At the sight of blood, the color drained from her face and she swayed in his direction. He prepared himself to catch her before she hit the floor, and he did. Scooping her up, he placed her on the sofa. He hurried to the kitchen sink to run cold water over the wound before grabbing a couple of Band-Aids from the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. When he returned, Shelly looked like she was just taking a nap.
“You’re so pretty, Shelly, even sleeping,” he whispered as he pushed a strand of curled hair from her face. “Shelly? Come on, it’s time to wake up.” He squatted on his haunches beside her and stroked her hand with his thumb. “Shell?”
Her eyelids began to twitch, followed by the slow parting lashes. Once her eyes were opened, she focused on Kevin’s smile. She glanced around to discover that she was lying down. “Oh, crap.” Everything was coming back to her and she began to push herself up on her elbows, but Kevin’s halting hand on her shoulder prevented that.
“Welcome back.” He straightened to a stand. “Don’t move just yet. First get your bearings and I’ll get you some water.” After pulling out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he offered it to her and sat on the sofa near her feet. He watched her sit up, with no side effects and sip water. “Not a fan of blood, I take it?”
“God, this is so embarrassing.”
“Don’t be. I don’t particularly like much of it either.”
“You didn’t faint at the sight of it.”
“Only, because someone had to catch you.” He smiled. “Besides, it was my fault for not feeding you earlier. I made you work all day without offering you anything but a beer. My mother would be ashamed of me.”
“Thanks for trying to take blame but ever since my mother— Since I was a little girl, I’ve had issues with blood. I’m okay now.”
The door buzzed. Kevin stood up. “Lucky for us, food is now a non-issue. Let’s just eat and relax, okay?” He opened the door, paid for the pizza, and sat it down on the coffee table.
“That smells delicious.” She inhaled and looked at the monster large box.
“See, hunger may have played a role in your checking out.” He sat two plates and the red pepper flakes on the table and opened the box.
“I’m sorry for reacting like that before, Kevin.”
“Eh, it happens.” He slid a couple of slices on her plate before grabbing his own. His finger was fully wrapped in Band-Aid and no blood could be seen leaking through.
After eating more than half the pizza, each relaxed their body further into the sofa. She noticed that as the sun sunk lower, the lights in his apartment glowed brighter. Impressed by the solar-powered gadget, she glanced Kevin’s way. “You really have a great place here.”
“Yeah, I think I’m going to like it. Hey, if you want to call it a day and go home, I’d understand. I didn’t expect the help but I do appreciate it. I got twice as much done than I thought I would and I’m just about finished.”
I started reading romance novels in high school when a friend introduced me to a Harlequin book and from then I read them every spare moment I had. This was also around the time I developed a passion to write my own stories, creating happily ever afters and I’ve been writing ever since.
I write contemporary romance and paranormal. Most of my novels turn into a 3-6 book series. I’ve written a couple of stand-alone contemporaries but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about adding to them. I think that makes me a serial series writer!
I have way too much fun creating people and building situations for them that has led me to accomplishing my true goal. Publishing.
If you have aspirations of publishing a book, I encourage you to take steps towards making that happen. A great start is to look up your local Romance Writers of America (RWA) chapter and attend a couple of meetings to see if it's for you. This organization has helped me learn not only the business of writing but the craft as well.