ALL THAT’S UNSPOKEN sounds very different from your 3 prior books. Why the change from paranormal/otherworldly?
Even my paranormal books focus in on the “human” relationships, so it didn’t feel like a huge stretch to me. The supernatural element in Resurrecting Harry is a guardian angel and the concept of a life reincarnated, but the basic story is really a second chance at love story and I really enjoyed writing that thread.
When I started writing All That’s Unspoken, I wanted to write a story around Christmas and New Years. I think we tend to look at a brand new year as a new chapter in the story of our lives. As I dug into the story, it, too, turned into a second chance at love book.
What’s your favorite & least favorite part of writing?
My favorite part is constructing a new story: the characters, the plot, etc. In the story I’m working on now, a new character showed up on the page completely formed in his mind. I could see that he walked with a little hitch in his step, hear the draw in his voice, adored the way he spoke and the words he chose.
Those are golden moments for me.
My least favorite? The days when I take a wrong turn with a story, but don’t see it right away. When it happens, I get what most people would call writer’s block. I know something is wrong, but can put my finger on just what and it completely blocks me until I get a handle on it.
Do you have a WIP you can hint about & is it contemporary, paranormal or what?
I’m working on another contemporary manuscript at the moment (the one mentioned above). I hope it will become a follow up to All That’s Unspoken.
After eight years, Hailey is back in Caseville Michigan. Just months after her mother’s death, her siblings want to put their father in a nursing home and rent out the family farm. If that wasn’t enough, the prospective tenant is Nate, the high school crush she left behind the day after they acted on their mutual attraction.
Only when she heard the bell above the door ring out, was she able to unclench her fists and let out the breath that had tightened her chest. She’d seen Nate lingering around the edge of the counter with her plate of pancakes in hand but didn’t want him to approach her now.She really didn’t have it in her to deal with him.He came forward anyway, and set the plate in front of her. After a hesitation, he asked, “Can I sit for a minute?”Her eyes fluttered closed, but she gestured to the chair. She heard it scrape against the old worn tile and could feel him just inches away from her.“I’m sorry your dad’s health is on the decline. I’ve always really liked him. It stinks, you know.”She took a deep breath, maybe they could talk as old friends and ignore the complications of the night they’d spent together. “I don’t think he’s that bad. Jake and Kelly are overreacting.”He twisted his hands on his lap. “I can see how you would think that. Some days when I see him, he’s sharp as nails. Others….”Her phone vibrated against the table. The habit to check the ID won out against the desire meet Nate’s stare. An eight-hundred number flashed, twisting Hailey’s stomach into knots. Another bill collector wanting to take the money she was trying to stretch just a little further, hoping to get through a few more weeks. She hit the button to ignore the call.“I overheard what you said about your dad wanting the property to stay the same,” Nate said. “I’ll take real good care of the place and won’t change a thing. I love that farm the way it is.”That brought her attention back. “What are you talking about?”“I’ve been talking to Jake about renting the house.”She took in his deep brown eyes and almost black hair. It was cropped short like he was trying to beat-the-heat, even if the average temperature this week was somewhere around ten degrees. Much shorter than he wore it in high school. The neatly trimmed beard and mustache were new too.He looked older. More settled.How ironic.They’d both thought this small town would smother them back then.For a fleeting moment it comforted her to picture Nate cooking in her family’s kitchen, and then she realized it wouldn’t be her house anymore. She’d be on the outside looking in. “It feels like everything is being taken away from me.”His body stiffened as he pulled back. “It’s not like I’m stealing it. I’m going to pay you for it.”“This isn’t about money!”“Then what is it about?”She reached for her purse and fumbled for her wallet with trembling hands. “Everyone seems to think that just because I don’t live here, I don’t have a voice, but you’re all wrong.” She threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “I didn’t leave the planet, I moved to New York. I didn’t abandon my family, but it feels like they think so. I’m sick of being treated like an outside in my hometown, in my family home, in my own life.”She stood and tried to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. Looking back would weaken her resolve—Nate had always had that effect on her—but she did it anyway.“Please, it would mean a lot to Lori… and me.”His daughter. The child he’d had with someone else. A lump formed in her throat as she thought of the two of them in her living room without her.Why did it hurt so much?It wasn’t as if he left her. She’d pursued and claimed the future she’d always wanted.Hadn’t she?If everything she’d attained had been all she ever wanted, why was it tearing her in two to know Nate had gone on with his life without her? It wasn’t as if she’d expected he wouldn’t. She should be happy he was settled. Instead, it made her long for that place next to him even more.A lump formed in her throat, making speech impossible. Instead, she headed for the door.“That’s right, Hailey. Run away. It’s what you do best!”His words stopped her, and she twisted back. “I what?”“Run. Away. When the pieces of your life don’t come together like a neat little puzzle, you scatter them all around you and stomp out of the room.”She bristled at the venom in his voice. “That’s not what happened.”“Oh, no. You handled it so well, just breezed out of town with no concern for those you left behind.”They weren’t talking about her father or her house anymore. This was about how she’d reacted eight years ago, when the feelings got too real.Just like they were now.“I care, dammit!” She let out a long exhale. “I always have.
Mrs Condit & Friends Read Books
Michelle Graham, Erotic Romance
Made For You Book Reviews
Busy Moms Book Reviews
Queen of All She Reads
Reviewing in Chaos
Miss Ivy’s Book Nook