Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
An overworked librarian and mom finds love after a man who resembles the cover model on a romance novel walks into her library one day.
What surprised you the most while writing this book?
I didn’t expect the murder mystery subplot to pop up.
Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?
I am a small-town girl, and I wanted to create a small-town world.
What is the sexiest trait of your hero?
He knows what he wants, and what he wants is Molly.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
The make-out scene in the janitor’s closet, after they’ve just mopped up after a running toilet!
What scene did you have to cut but wish could have been included?
I didn’t cut any scene. I think every scene in the book is necessary to tell the story. But I tend to write tight anyway — that’s a trait from 30 years in newspapers.
Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?
I am a book whore. My bookcases have romances, horror, classic literature, poetry, non-fiction, political and history works, reference works and everything else.
What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?
I like to write political essays. There’s nothing I feel I can’t write. I’ve written journalism, fiction, genre fiction, children’s books, technical writing for ag, finance and medicine.
Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
Dialogue. It’s not easy to get it right.
Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
Settings. It’s clearly in my mind. I have to remember to describe to everyone else, who doesn’t have my mind!
An Excerpt from Worth The Wait
Lori stood out at The Clipper. Her bright blonde head was the first thing Molly saw. She was drinking one of her usual girly drinks and chatting with the bartender, Ashley, a young woman of around 25 who could probably reveal at least half the town’s secrets if she had a mind to. She kept her job because she didn’t have a mind to. Molly took the bar stool next to Lori and ordered her usual gin and tonic, noticing as she did that she didn’t see Pirate Man anywhere. Just as well, she told herself. She didn’t care.
But as the bartender placed her drink in front of her, the Pirate Man returned from the restroom. He wasn’t wearing the blazer now. He was wearing jeans and the same button-down shirt, but now the sleeves were rolled up and the top button was undone. He did look good, she admitted to herself. Lori poked her in the side and Molly pretended to be interested in her drink. Pirate Man was sitting alone at the end of the bar, seeming not to notice all the looks he was getting from the other women in the bar.
“There he is!” Lori said. “I think we should go talk to him.”
“We should do no such thing!” Molly said. “He was kinda rude today. Tried to get me to let him check out reference books even though he doesn’t have a library card, and we don’t let anybody check out that stuff anyway.”
“Oh, he’s such a bad boy. Trying to check out reference books without a library card! Good heavens! What other naughty behavior is he up to, I wonder?” Lori plucked the cherry from her drink and ate it with obvious delight.
“You go talk to him. You’re the one smitten by Pirate Man,” Molly said.
“Pirate Man?” Ashley smiled. “I know his real name.”
“OK, Ash, I know you never reveal your secrets, but you can tell us something, can’t you?” Lori asked. She slid a tattered dollar bill toward Ashley.
“I can’t be bought quite that easily,” she said, slipping the dollar into her apron pocket nonetheless. “But his name isn’t a secret. It’s David Conrad.”
Molly nearly choked on her drink. “Not one of those Conrads, surely?”
“That’s right,” Ashley said. “What’s more, he’s buying the house.”
“No fucking way,” Lori said. “Who would want to live there?”
“I don’t know if he’s planning to live there, but my aunt works at the courthouse. He’s already put down the money, so it’s public record and I’m not, technically, gossiping. It’ll be in the legal notices in a day or two anyway. He is getting it for basically nothing. The county is just glad to be getting rid of it.”
“It’ll cost a fortune to fix that place up,” Lori said. “He must be rich. What else do you know?”
“Sorry, you know I never gossip,” Ashley said. “Duty calls.” She moved to the other end of the bar to refill some beers and chat up some local boys.
“I will be damned,” Lori said. “A Conrad!” The town’s cemetery was full of Conrads, one of the big founding families of the town. More specifically, one section held the graves of the victims of the unsolved murder. Every resident of Fairview knew the story.