Please tell us something about your book, All For Love.
Liz falls in love with Quinn the moment they meet in college. He professes to love her, too. She begins to think about the future, but his past rips them apart. What Liz does next impacts the rest of their lives, but she feels it is the only way… she does it all for love.
Very Nice! Sounds Like a Great book! Tell us a little about yourself.
I live in West Texas with my handsome hubby and three rescue pets. All For Love is my first romance novel. I am the author of the Young Adult books: The Phantom Series. Book One is The Phantom Pilot, Book Two is The Phantom Student, and I am hard at work on Book Three, The Phantom of Crybaby Bridge. I have also published short fiction in the anthologies Timeless (paranormal love stories) and Campfire Tales (spooky stories for the young at heart).
Keeping busy, I Like it! Now if you don't mind, we would like to ask you a few questions.
What is your favorite thing about being a writer?
Making up characters and bringing them to life while still dressed in my pajamas and nursing a cup of coffee.
I tend to rush to the finish. I have to slow down and plump up.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?I have to know the ending, then it’s strictly seat of the pants!
Why do you think people should choose your books over another author?I like to make people cry.
What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?Unforgettable characters.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?In All For Love, I hope the reader gets the message that decisions made in haste often have life-long consequences.
How long have you been a writer?Since I was old enough to string sentences together in a spiral notebook.
How much time did it take from writing your first book to having it published?
Well, my first book was never published. It died a slow and painful death at the hands of zombie-dust-bunnies in the bottom drawer of my old desk.
Twenty years later, I got serious and published a novella. However, I was writing and publishing short stories all along.
Please tell us 5 miscellaneous facts about yourself.
I love roasted jalapenos.
My favorite drinks are coffee, chocolate milk, and Diet Coke (not usually all together).
My daughter, Sara Barnard, is also an author published by 5 Prince Publishing.
I have five grandchildren.
I once met Andre the Giant (from The Princess Bride). He was very nice and very, very large
Well with the family and writing you seem to be very busy my dear! Care to share an excerpt from All For Love?
We were drinking iced tea at our favorite sidewalk café when the plastics plant exploded.
One moment Ronnie was checking my left hand to see if my wedding ring was still there, and the next thing I knew she was crawling across the blistered sidewalk in slow motion, reaching out for me.
Ronnie and I have been friends since college. She and Carol were my dorm mates. The best friends I’ve ever had. But college was a long time ago.
“How long do you think it takes to fall out of love?” I had just asked.
Stalling for time, Ronnie gazed about The Sidewalk Café. The strong breeze should’ve been cool, but it was dry and hot. Instead of our usual twelve inches of rain for the year, we’d received just less than two. The drought in our area of West Texas had been catastrophic; a simple spark from a piece of machinery could start a wildfire that might burn for days or even weeks. The weather channel delighted in telling us we were smack dab in the middle of the worst dry spell since the nineteen fifties.
In a way, it was fitting. I seemed to be smack dab in the middle of a drought myself. My nest felt as empty as the prairie, and my husband, who could’ve been the spark to light my world, was also brittle and dry. In fact, he was so dry he was practically nonexistent, like the prairie grass hiding in the earth, waiting for moisture.
Ronnie swished a fly away from her drink. “What’s going on, Lizzie?”
I hesitated. She was so good at taking the wind out of my sails. In fact, I’d swear she was using “wait time” on me, a technique we had learned in our education classes at the university about a hundred years ago.
Shrugging nonchalantly, I forged ahead. I really wanted her input. I still valued it every bit as much as when we were nineteen. “I think he’s screwing around again.” I sipped my tea. Mine was sweet, hers was not. She was usually the sensible one—at least when she wasn’t toasted on Mexican red.
She smoothed the shiny fall of hair off her face. It was still the fresh, reddish color of a blood orange.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Or is it just suspicion?” She swirled her tea, giving me a moment to answer. The amber liquid climbed the inside of her glass like a tiny tsunami. She reached across the table to touch my hand. We weren’t very demonstrative anymore, not like when we were in school. I don’t know why, but I suspected it was my fault. A hug upon meeting was the extent of our physical relationship. Sometimes one of us would hug the other when we parted—it all depended upon our emotional altitude at the moment. But this time she wasn’t being demonstrative by clasping my hand, she was simply checking to see if my wedding ring was still in place. She turned my hand over and pushed it flat down on the table.
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