Author Interview: Jennifer Westall

The Solitary Bookworm and Reading Addiction Blog Tours presents Jennifer Westall, author of Love’s Providence (which I might add that I enjoyed a lot and review to follow) so let’s all give it up for Jennifer Westall!

The Solitary Bookworm: Welcome to The Solitary Bookworm Jennifer. Can you share to us a bit of history of how you became a writer?

Jennifer Westall: About nine years ago, I started reading a story my little sister was writing and posting on a website called Fictionpress. I started reading other stories, and one night I just decided to start writing the story of how my husband and I met on St. Simons Island. I had always thought it was pretty romantic, and it was a lot of fun reliving those days and dramatizing them. It was such a horribly written story! I don’t even have that story anymore. I got stuck several times and put it down for a month here and there, but I finally realized it was much more fun to write a fictional story than to try to write the true story. So I rewrote the whole thing, adding twists and playing around with it. I just fell in love with the whole process of creating this imaginary world.

TSB: Who are your literary inspirations?

JW: Zora Neale Hurston’s book Their Eyes Were Watching God has been my favorite book since I read in high school. The opening paragraph alone makes me dream of being a write than can paint pictures in readers’ minds with such beauty. Oddly, though I don’t really enjoy his stories, Stephen King was an inspiration when I picked up his book, On Writing. He gives such wonderful, simple advice that made me believe I could actually be a writer.

TSB: If you can speak to one author (dead or alive) who would it be and why?

JW: I’d love to sit down and chat with Jodi Piccoult or Joshilyn Jackson just to talk about how they manage writing so much with children and family.

TSB: If you can be a literary character for 24 hours, who would it be and what would you do?

JW: I would love to be Lucy Pevensie, and I would go exploring Narnia.

TSB: Any pet peeves when it comes to writing (and reading)?

JW: Too many pet peeves! Grammar mistakes bug me, especially if they’re obviously from misunderstanding and not just a typo, but I can deal with it if the story is interesting. One of my major pet peeves is lengthy exposition that disrupts the momentum of the story. know the whole concept of “showing” versus “telling” is subjective and difficult to navigate at times, but I get bored with being told about the characters rather than getting to discover them and form my own idea of who they are.

TSB: Any good book you read lately?

JW: I really enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars, as well as Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.

TSB: Why should the readers read Love’s Providence?

JW: It’s a story I think a lot of young women can relate to, with heroes you can fall in love with. It’s a chance to fall for a human “Edward vs. Jacob” (who aren’t as perfect as their vampire/werewolf counterparts, but I think that makes them more appealing).

TSB: What can the readers expect from you these coming months? Any work in progress?

I’ve started working on a trilogy based on some events in my grandmother’s life during the Great Depression. My cousin and I recently discovered some well-guarded family secrets that have been amazing. I can’t wait to share my grandmother with others through this story. I hope to have it completed by spring of next year.


Later that evening, Lily stood on the playground and squeezed the sand between her toes as a warm, moist breeze swirled strands of hair around her face. The village shops by the pier had been teeming with tourists all afternoon, but most of them had closed down hours ago. The sounds of traffic and screaming kids had faded into a gentle lapping of the ocean against the nearby rocks.

Her feet ached from walking around for the past several hours, and her head was beginning to throb as well. To make matters worse, her dad had insisted that she keep an eye on Kara and her cousin Rachel, which meant an evening full of aimlessly wandering through tourist shops and listening to shallow comparisons of one guy after another. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to go back to the beach house, put her feet up, and relax with a good book.

A few yards away, Kara and Rachel competed to see who could swing the highest. As much as they insisted on being treated like adults, it was amazing how childish they could be. She rolled her eyes and sighed, glancing down at her watch. Nearly time to go.

“Y’all about ready?” she called.

Rachel jumped out of her swing first, followed by Kara who narrowly missed landing on her rear. Rachel doubled over with laughter, and Lily couldn’t help but laugh too. Kara flushed bright red as she glanced around to see if anyone else had seen her stumble.

“Nice,” Lily said.

Kara ignored her and straightened her clothes. Rachel slid her feet into her sandals and tugged her shorts back into place, though they still left little to the imagination. She smoothed her dark hair and picked her purse up off the ground. Then suddenly she squealed like a mouse and waved Kara toward her.

“Look, those cops over there are cute!”

Lily followed her gaze to the massive live oaks that provided a canopy over a picnic area of the park. It was empty now except for two officers talking quietly at a picnic table in the lamp light, their bikes resting in a rack nearby. From several yards away they appeared similar—broad shoulders, dark hair, well-built. Nothing spectacular.

“You’re hopeless,” Lily said. “They’re way too old for you to even think about.”

Rachel shrugged. “So? Cute is just cute. Age doesn’t factor.”

Lily looked at them again. Maybe Rachel was right, but she wasn’t interested in another lame discussion about guys like they were a tasty dessert item.

“They’re all right, I guess. Not really my type.”

Kara snorted. “Oh please. I think you have to date more than one person to have a type.”

Rachel laughed and looked away from Lily’s glare.

“Well, you are the expert,” Lily said. “How many boyfriends have you had?”

Kara took a few steps closer and jutted her chin at Lily. “I know a lot more than you think. I know that hanging out with one guy since you were nine years old doesn’t make you an expert. You wouldn’t even know what to do if a great guy was interested in you.”

“Sure I would. I’d say thanks but no thanks.”

“Oh my word, Lil.Seriously. There’s something wrong with you.”

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t want to date right now.”

Rachel’s mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Look, I just want to enjoy my vacation. You know, relax a little, read a good book, take a walk on the beach. I don’t need drama.”

Kara shook her head. “I’m not talking about a serious relationship here. Look around. There are cute guys everywhere. Loosen up and have some fun.”

“I don’t need a guy around to have fun.”

Kara winked at Rachel. “Well, if you’re going to be hanging around us, you better get used to cute guys being around. In fact, I think we should start right now.” She nodded toward the tree where the cops were still seated. Rachel’s face lit up.

“Oh no,” Lily said. “We’re going back to the house. It’s nearly midnight.”

But they sped away before she could stop them, so she threw her hands in the air and followed. This was going to be humiliating. As she approached the officers, the girls sang hello in unison. She could just imagine what these two gentlemen must be thinking. Leaning back on their elbows in identical poses, both of the officers grinned at the girls.

Then she caught a glance from the one on the left, and his eyes traveled down her legs. A sliver of a smirk played at the corner of his lips. Maybe gentleman wasn’t the right word. Kara rattled off introductions, oblivious to the amusement on their faces.

“I’m Kara. This is my sister, Lily, and our cousin, Rachel.”

Lily offered a polite nod. There had to be a way to exit gracefully, but she couldn’t think of one. Kara and Rachel dropped onto the bench of a picnic table opposite the officers, looking entirely too eager. They were practically panting.

“I’m Steve,” the one on the right said. “It’s nice to meet you, ladies.” His smile lit up his whole face, and his eyes had a warm puppy-like expression. Lily relaxed a little. At least one of them was friendly anyway.

“You can just call him Poindexter.” The other officer’s eyes sparked with mischief, and Steve slapped him across the chest.

“I know you don’t want me to tell them what they can call you, Rambo.

“Rambo?” Rachel asked, tilting her head.

He waved his hand to dismiss the question. “Forget it. It’s not that funny anyway.”

On closer inspection, the nickname seemed fitting given his dark waves and bulging muscles. He probably did think he was some sort of action hero. She could practically see him admiring his biceps in a mirror.

“So what is your name, Rambo?” Lily asked.

Their eyes met, and his lips tipped into a smirk.

“Walker. Alex Walker.”

Yep, definitely an action hero.

“So what are you supposed to be?” she asked. “Double-oh-six-and-a-half?” The retort slipped out before Lily could catch it.

Steve snickered and looked away from Alex’s murderous glance.

“Well, you can just call me Daddy.” He cocked an eyebrow at her, an obvious challenge, but his grin never changed.

Lily held his gaze, irritated by the way her stomach flipped. Must have been something she’d eaten.

Rachel finally broke the awkward silence. “So, um, is it usually this quiet around here?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, it’ll pick up tomorrow, trust me. This place’ll be crawling with people and screaming kids.”

“And plenty of little boys for you girls to play with, I’m sure,” Alex added.

Rachel’s chest sprang out as she huffed. “We are not little girls, and we are not interested in little boys.”

“How old do you think we are anyway?” Kara asked.

Lily couldn’t wait for this response. Alex had wandered into dangerous waters, but he seemed oblivious. He put his fingers to his chin and assessed them.

“Hmm, let me see.”

Steve waved off the challenge. “I can’t ever tell.” He sent a knowing grin at Lily, and she couldn’t help but smile back. At least he had some sense.

“Well,” Alex said, looking first at Kara, then at Rachel. “With all the make-up, you look about twenty-one. So I’d have to say you two are about thirteen, maybe fourteen.”

Kara’s mouth dropped open and Rachel gasped. Lily could barely control her laughter.

“What?” Rachel exclaimed. “I am fifteen, almost sixteen!”

“And I am already sixteen!” Kara folded her arms across her chest.

“Whoa! Don’t get your panties in a wad.” Alex threw up his hands in surrender. “I was just giving you a hard time.”

As the girls continued to sulk, he winked at Lily. Something about him sent a shiver down her arms.

“And how about you?” he asked.

She hesitated. She shouldn’t let him bait her into comments she might regret. Arrogant or not, he was an officer of the law, a position she had always been taught to respect.

Rachel finally spoke for her. “She actually is twenty-one.”

Kara lifted a brow, a puzzled look that seemed to ask if she was okay. Lily decided to ignore it and Alex as well.

She turned and looked out over the ocean, wishing she could enjoy it alone. The ocean and sky had melted into one large black expanse, but she could hear the waves tumble into the rocks not far away.

“So, how long have you been police officers?” Kara asked.

“Seven years for me,” Steve answered.

“You’re kidding. You don’t seem that old.”

Steve laughed. “I went into the police academy right out of high school. Been doing this since I was eighteen.”

Lily glanced at Kara and caught the slight nod toward Steve. She knew she was being rude, but what did Kara expect? Flirting with a stranger wasn’t going to fill the hole in her chest. Still, she supposed she should at least be polite.

“That’s pretty young to become a cop,” Lily said. “You didn’t think about going to college?”

“Nah.” He grinned like the thought was absurd. “I never wanted to do anything but be a cop. Dad’s a cop. Mom’s a cop. Just seemed natural.”

He smiled at her again, and the warmth of it reached out to her. It wasn’t much, but it made her smile. Maybe getting to know Steve wasn’t the worst idea in the world.


Alex caught the flush in Lily’s cheeks as she smiled at Steve, and he took a quick glance at his partner. Steve was the nicest guy he’d ever met. Too nice. And he wasn’t about to let some snobby chick get the wrong idea about him. Besides, no matter how nice he was, even Steve could be tempted by a hot girl, and he had to admit this one was a looker. Her legs had caught his attention first—long, athletic—but it was her eyes that he kept coming back to. They were cool and aloof, wandering over everything in the park, except him. He could tell from the moment she walked over that she’d rather be anywhere else. Until now.

He’d have to nip the flirting before she mistook Steve’s goofy grin for something more than friendly conversation.

“So that makes you about, what, twenty-five?” Lily asked.

“Yep, I’m getting old.” Steve’s chest shook with his chuckle.

“Thankfully you finally found a good woman to take care of you in your waning years.” Alex darted his eyes over to Lily as he spoke, satisfied with the subtle fall of her smile.

Steve’s face lit up with his crooked grin, unaware of the hope he’d just crushed.

“Yeah, I got a good one alright.”

“How long is it to the wedding?” Alex threw that one in for good measure.

Steve looked up at the stars as if he expected the answer to be spelled out as a connect-the-dots puzzle.

“I guess about six weeks or so.” He looked back down at the girls and grinned. “I don’t have much to do with the planning. I’m just supposed to show up on time.”

The younger two dove into questions about the wedding, though Steve never seemed to give good enough answers. Lily hung back, of course, her eyes drifting down the beach. She crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight back and forth like she couldn’t wait to get out of there. The lights of the ice cream parlor across the parking lot went dark, and she looked down at her watch with visible relief.

“We should probably get going.”

The blond glanced at her watch as well. “We still have a little time left. What’s the big hurry?”

“You two are supposed to be back by midnight.” Lily pointed a look directly at the brunette with all the make-up. “Your parents would kill me if I let you stay out late, and you know it.”

“A few minutes isn’t going to hurt anything,” she whined.

He watched Lily squirm. She looked like a kid in desperate need of a bathroom break. Too damn good to hang out with public servants probably.

“Yeah, Lily,” he said. “What’s the hurry? Don’t you like us?”

“Uh, well…” she stammered. “It’s not that. I just don’t want them to get in trouble.”

“Let me guess,” he said. “You do everything you’re told and you’ve never disappointed anyone.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. “You’ve never missed a single curfew in your life, have you?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Well, that must be an exciting life.”

She swung her weight to the other hip and shot bullets of contempt from her eyes.

“Just because I take my responsibilities seriously doesn’t mean I can’t have a good time.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re the life of the party.”

Little Miss Perfect was making this way too easy. She turned and jerked her head at the other two.

“Let’s go.”

They stood up and flashed adorable smiles. Then they sang their goodbye as bubbly as they had their hello. The brunette flipped her hair and winked, and he stifled a laugh. That girl was going to be trouble in another year or two.

Lily, on the other hand, was already trouble. He could feel it. Something about her still lingered after she’d disappeared, like the aftertaste of an expensive wine. It reminded him of why he hated the stuff.

Love’s Providence

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Collegiate athlete Lily Brennon has always been the piece that doesn’t quite fit in the puzzle, especially in her fragmented family, and no amount of rule-following perfection seems to bring her any closer to the love and acceptance she desperately seeks. If not for Jackson Carter, her childhood best friend and the only boy she’s ever loved, she’s sure she would have run away years ago. But when Jackson loses his father and a future basketball career within months of each other, his faith is so shattered, he shuts out everyone, including Lily.

After months of heartache, Lily begins to piece together a life without Jackson, and while vacationing on a beautiful island off the Georgia coast, she begins a long-distance romance with Alex Walker, a police officer with a quick wit and a cocky grin. He revives her hope in love again, but their intense attraction and his devastating secret test Lily’s values, stretching them until they break. Through her struggles to remain true to her principles, an agonizing choice between Alex and Jackson, and a series of terrifying events that threaten all of them, Lily must endure losing everything she’s been grasping so tightly. Only then will she discover the depth of the love that already surrounds her.


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I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama and Holly Pond, Alabama, two very different towns that I love for so many reasons. Holly Pond is my soul, the place where I go to remind myself of who I am and where I come from. It’s a quiet place that allows me to reset when I’ve fallen off track.

Birmingham is my heart, the place where I lived out my story. I go there to remember my best friend, my first love, my first job, my first heartbreak.
And then there is Saint Simons Island, the place I go to feel alive, to feel the breeze off the ocean, the salt on my tongue, the excitement of my first (and only) summer fling.

I may reside in the suburbs of Atlanta, creating memories with my sweet boys, but I call several places home.


Author Interview: Laurel Osterkamp + giveaway

Today, The Solitary Bookworm welcomes Laurel Osterkamp author of November Surprise, Campaign Promise, Starring in The Movie of my Life, Looking for Ward, and Following my Toes. Without further ado, Laurel Osterkamp everybody!

The Solitary Bookworm: Is There a Message in Your Novel That You Want Readers to Grasp?

Laurel Osterkamp: Definitely! Lucy, the main character, even states the theme towards the end. “It’s our history that brought us to this point, and it’s made us who we are.” Since the whole book is about finding parallels between Lucy’s personal dramas and the country’s public dramas, I think that’s pretty fitting.

TSB: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

LO: I have a writing group where we share our work and give each other feedback. They always tease me about the lack of setting in my books, and when I actually describe the setting, they tease me for that too! I forget to provide details, so that’s something I really need to work on.

TSB: How many books have you written and which is your favorite?

LO: I’ve written three full length novels: Following My Toes, Starring in the Movie of My Life, and November Surprise.
Also, two novellas: Looking for Ward and Campaign Promises I think my favorite is a tie between Starring in the Movie of My Life and November Surprise. I really pushed myself and discovered new things about my writing while working on both of them, but in different ways.

TSB: If you had the chance to cast your main character from Hollywood today, who would you pick and why?

LO: That’s hard. Whoever plays Lucy has to come off as smart, pretty without realizing it, and believable from the ages of 17 to 37. Perhaps Gennifer Goodwin.

TSB: When did you begin writing?

LO: I’ve been writing things for fun, like journals and short stories, for as long as I can remember. I started writing sketch comedy about 15 years ago, and my first book, Following My Toes, was written about eight years ago.

TSB: How long did it take to complete your first book?

LO: The first draft took about six months, but all the revisions took well over a year. I guess all total, it was around two years.

TSB: Did you have an author who inspired you to become a writer?

LO: Oh, sure. There are tons. Today I’ll mention Jennifer Weiner. She’s very prolific, and I love how she helped to redefine the romantic heroine. Good in Bed was one of the first “chick lit” novels with a flawed main character, who was beautiful and strong in her own way.

TSB: What is your favorite part of the writing process?

LO: Probably revisions. By that time I know the characters and the story arc really well, and I can work on refining the details and making it as perfect as possible. The challenge can be a lot of fun.

TSB: Describe your latest book in 4 words.

LO: Awesome political love story!

TSB: Can you share a little bit about your current work or what is in the future for your writing?

LO: I have a blog written in Lucy’s voice about the current election and her marriage to Monty. It’s fun to continue their story. You can read it at

This spring I was on a federal jury, and of course the whole time I was thinking about how I could use the experience for my next novel. I have some ideas, so that’s what my next book will be about. Since it’s going to be fiction, I can make jury duty much more exciting than it actually was!


Laurel Osterkam is hosting a giveaway for $30 Amazon gift card. Want to know the details?

  • Comment on this post to get 1 entry.
  • Purchase November Surprise (link indicated below) and forward your receipts to for additional 10 entries.

Winner will be chosen on Oct 12th. Good luck!

Title: November Surprise
Publisher: PMI Books
Date Published: 8/2012
Purchase Links: Amazon

For Lucy Jones, the distinction between love and politics is hazy at best. Both can be all-consuming, and either can lead to a heart-breaking loss or an exhilarating win. Whatever the case, if you’re seen as a loser, you probably are one. Lucy first learns this lesson in 1988, when she’s a shy girl, battling a high school bully and rooting for Dukakis. Through the years Lucy will experience the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat as she makes the choices that define her. Meanwhile, she also struggles to define her relationship with Monty, who comes in and out of her life like the changes in public opinion. Is Monty simply a one-night stand, a kindred spirit, or the love of her life? And by 2008, can he offer her a change to believe in?

Over the course of twenty years and six presidential elections, Lucy grows and adjusts with the times. Filled with snarky political and pop-culture references, November Surprise is about the journey we take to believe in a candidate, in love, and in ourselves.

November Surprise is a companion piece to Campaign Promises, which is free on Amazon. They can be read in either order. Both have a liberal slant.


Monty and I have been dancing together all evening. The slow songs are the best, but we also do the Macarena and even the Chicken Dance. I can’t stop laughing the entire time I’m quacking my hands.

Jack and his new wife, Petra, have fed each other cake. Petra has thrown her bouquet, and all the toasts have been given. The night is winding down, and Monty leads me off the dance floor.

“I’m really glad neither of us had dates,” he says.

“Yeah, me too.” My heart beats just a little bit faster than normal.

“And I’m sorry about earlier. Hitting on you like that. It was clumsy. Will you forgive me?” His face is flushed and his tie is loosened. I’m sure I’ve noticed before how good looking he is, but this is the first time I’ve let myself appreciate it.

“There’s nothing to forgive.” I look around, make sure nobody is watching, and then I stand on my tip-toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. When he doesn’t flinch or pull away, I give him the barest whisper of a kiss on the lips.

It’s all the encouragement he needs.

With a conspiratorial smile, he takes my hand and leads me outside the reception hall. I follow willingly.

When we get to a dark, hidden spot, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me deeply. I can feel it everywhere, my entire body is tingling, my knees are weak, and I’m sure that at any moment, my heart will explode.

I don’t want him to stop. But he does.

“Where are you staying tonight?” he asks.

“I was going to drive back to my parents’ house.”

“Hmm…” he leans in and kisses me some more. I press up against him like I can’t get close enough. He tilts his head back ever so slightly, so he can talk.

“That’s a long drive. Do you want to stay with me, instead?”

“You have a hotel room?”

“It’s close to the airport,” he whispers. “I fly back to New York really early tomorrow.” Then he baby kisses my eyes, nose, and chin.

I don’t answer immediately. I’m trying to steady my breathing. “So you can make a clean get away?”

“It’s not like that.” he smiles. “And you haven’t even said yes, yet.” But he knows I’m going to. “You can’t ever tell Jack,” I say.

“He just got married, Lucy. Do you really think he’ll care?”

I rub my hands down his back and across the taut muscles in his arms. “I never had sex with him, and we dated for months. If he finds out you and I had a one night stand…”

Monty cuts me off with another kiss. “I promise I’ll never tell him,” he murmurs, between kisses.

We make out a few seconds more, but our kissing is interrupted when I’m consumed with a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Monty asks.

I shake my head. “Sorry. It just occurred to me. I’m about to do it with the homecoming king.”

Monty chuckles. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “Kind of. Is that okay?”

He kisses my neck. I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure.

“Are you kidding?” His lips are a mere centimeter from my skin as he mumbles, and his arms tighten around me even more. “If I had known, I would have worn my crown.”

Now we’re both laughing.

“You know this isn’t the sort of thing I usually do…”

He raises his face so he’s looking me in the eye. “I know,” he says, and he smiles. Crinkles form around his green eyes, and I feel a moment of panic. There’s no way I’m casual enough to be with him for just one night.

“Let’s make it special, okay?” He reaches down and clasps my hand, and I let him lead me somewhere, again. This time, I follow him to the parking lot. Tonight, I’d follow him anywhere.

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Laurel Osterkamp was a comedy writer in Minneapolis before she began writing novels. Her first novel, Following My Toes, has been a Kindle best seller and won the 2008 Indie Excellence Award for Chick Lit. Starring in the Movie of My Life received honors in the 2011 Indie Excellence Awards for Chick Lit, and in the 2011 International Book Awards for Women’s Fiction and Young Adult Lit. Both books are indie approved at She currently teaches high school, and is working on her next book, which is inspired by her recent jury duty.


Author Interview: Taylor Dean


Hello everyone! Today we have a guest dropping by to answer some of TSBs questions. Taylor Dean is on tour for her book Lancaster House with Reading Addiction Blog Tours so let’s all give it up for Taylor Dean. I already read and reviewed Lancaster House and I loved it. If you haven’t ready my review, click HERE.

The Solitary Bookworm: Who or what inspired you to be a writer?

Taylor Dean: A burning desire to commit my thoughts to paper. My stories were constantly running through my head, as if they were begging me to write them down. Once I write them, I no longer think about them. It’s as if I’m liberated. Free.

When my third daughter graduated from High School in 2006, I realized that my life was leaving me. I’d dedicated myself to being a stay-at-home Mom and I wondered what to do with myself. I still had my youngest son at home with me, but he was gone at school and track all day. I remember asking myself, ‘what should I do now?’ I’d always wanted to write a book. Years ago, when my children were small, I hastily scribbled the first few pages of two of my stories. But I never did anything more with it, I just didn’t have the time. One day I was speaking to my sister about the matter on the phone. I told her I was thinking of writing some children’s books (I’ve now written three—unpublished). She encouraged me to go for it and told me she thought I’d be good at writing. (she’s my biggest fan!) I knew it was what I wanted to do. By the time I sat down to write, however, I’d made the decision to write one of the stories that had been stuck in my head for over twenty years! It just happened to be Romantic Suspense. (Sierra) It was several years and three books later that my daughter begged me to write a paranormal story. (her favorite genre) That’s how Lancaster House came into being!

TSB: Literary heroes?

TD: In High School I fell in love with John Steinbeck novels after taking California Lit. It was the first time I really noticed literature. I grew up in California, only an hour away from the legendary Cannery Row in Monterey—and we visited it often. (a commercialized Cannery Row) One day I shared my Steinbeck obsession with my grandmother and she informed me that when she was in high school, Steinbeck’s novels were considered quite scandalous. Ha!

TSB: What do you prefer more eBooks or printed copies? Why?

TD: I prefer printed copies. Something about holding the book in your hand–it makes it feel real, like you’re really there with the characters. When I read from an ebook I don’t feel as ‘present’ in the story. Although, ebook reading sure is convenient!

TSB: If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing now?

TD: I’d probably be working at a local pre-school! Writing is so much more relaxing! Love this quote: Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.

TSB: Favorite genre?


TSB: A book(s) that you won’t get tired of re-reading.

TD: Bid Time Return by Richard Matheson
(Somewhere in Time, the movie, was based on this book)

TSB: In one sentence, why should we read your book?

TD: I’ll quote some of my reviewers: “Because you have never read a book quite like this one!”

TSB: Any work in progress?

TD: I have six completed novels that I’m releasing over the next year and a half.

  • Lancaster House June 2012
  • Sierra June 2012
  • I Have People Sept. 2012
  • The Middle Aisle Dec. 2012
  • Joshua’s Folly March 2013
  • For Nick June 2013

I plan to write a military romance and a futuristic romance next.

Thank you Taylor Dean for that wonderful interview. Okay guys, to follow more of the tour here’s the schedule.

August 13 – My Cozie Corner – Review/Giveaway
August 14 – The Solitary Bookworm – Review/Interview
August 15 – The Thoughts of a Girl – Review/Giveaway
August 16 – My Reading Addiction – Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 17 – Lizzy’s Dark Fiction – Review/Giveaway/Excerpt
August 18 – Hardcover Feedback – Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 18 – Woopeeyoo! – Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 19 – Bunny’s Review– Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 20 – Dive Under the Cover – PROMO
August 21 – Andi’s Book Review – Review/Giveaway/Excerpt
August 22 – Literature Lovers’ Labyrinth – Review/Excerpt
August 22 – Known to Read – PROMO
August 23 – Midtown Underground – Review/Excerpt
August 25 – Books, Books, the Magical Fruit – Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 26 – Two Fantasy Floozies – Review/Interview
August 27- Taking it One Page at a Time – Review/Interview/Giveaway
August 28 – Auggie Talk – Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
August 28 – The Book Faery Reviews – Excerpt/PROMO