Tuesday, August 17, 2010
You’re so right. Every book is touched and helped along by so many hands! I’d have to first thank my friend and fellow author, Rita Gerlach for accompanying me as I toured Baltimore doing research for this series. She and her husband were so kind to me and even bought me lunch, then attended the War of 1812 Reenactment at Fort McHenry with me! Secondly, my critique partners: Laurie Alice Eakes, Louise M. Gouge, and Ramona Cecil. Wonderful authors and great friends. Then, Traci Depree, my Barbour freelance editor who really helped iron out the kinks in my story. She’s fantastic. My agent, Greg Johnson, who submitted this series to Barbour. And last but not least, Becky Germany and the entire staff at Barbour, from the editors to the cover designers, to the sales and marketing departments! They all work so hard for me. I’m extremely blessed and humbled by it all.
If you had to completely start over in another place, where would you move, and why?
Along the coast in the southeast: Northern Florida, Georgia, South Carolina. I grew up in the south and I miss it. I miss the warm beaches and the tropical storms and the southern way of life. Either that, or Hawaii!! Well, just about anywhere with a warm beach, I guess. LOL
If you could only tell aspiring novelists one thing, what would it be?
Only God knows whether you will be published and when, so keep your focus on Him and no matter what the world tells you, write what He puts on your heart. In other words, write because you love to write, not because you hope to get published some day.
You’ve been asked to be in charge of a celebrity cruise. Who would you ask to take part, and why? (AS in what program, singers, etc. [it doesn’t have to be writing related])
Glenn Beck because I believe he’s one of the few people in the media telling the truth anymore and I admire him very much.
Sarah Palin because I would love to get to know her. She’s such an interesting and independent woman.
The writers of the TV show LOST so some of their awesome creativity might rub off on me!
Jim Caviezel because he’s one of the few actors I know who’s a Christian but also because he’s real nice to look at. :-)
The band Kutlass and Casting Crowns because their music really glorifies God.
On the brink of the War of 1812, Marianne Denton must marry to unlock her inheritance. Without the money, her mother can’t receive medical care and her sister will be destitute. But Noah Brenin needs to sail his cargo to England before the war commences in order to prove his worth to his father and make enough money so he won’t have to marry at all.
But when Noah walks out on their engagement party, Marianne chases him down and ends up on his merchantman out at sea. The situation worsens when Noah’s ship encounters a British man-of-war and the couple are impressed into the British navy.
While a young lad’s prophecy of destiny looms over them both, Marianne and Noah are forced to face their darkest fears as they desperately try to find a way to escape and fulfill their destinies—destinies that could change the course of the war and history forever.
Sounds intriguing. Please give us the first page of the book.
June 18, 1812, Baltimore, Maryland
“I would rather boil in oil than marry Noah Brenin.” Marianne tossed the silver brooch onto her vanity.
“Hold your breath and stay still,” her friend Rose said from behind her. “Besides, it is only an engagement party, not a wedding.”
“But it is one more step to that horrid destination.” Marianne sucked in her breath as Rose threaded the laces through the eyelets on her stays. “Why must women wear these contraptions?”
“To look our best for the gentlemen in our lives.” Cassandra appeared on Marianne’s left, a lacy petticoat flung over one arm. With shimmering auburn hair and eyes the color of emeralds, Marianne’s other friend, Cassandra, had no trouble looking her best for anyone.
Marianne huffed. “I don’t care what any gentleman thinks of my appearance.”
“Which is why you are still unmarried at five and twenty.”
“Then what is your excuse at three and twenty?” Marianne arched a brow, to which Cassandra gave a shrug. “I have not yet met a man worthy of me.” She grinned.
“Where on earth is your chambermaid?” Rose grunted as she squeezed Marianne’s rounded figure into the stays and tied the final lace tight. “Shouldn’t she be doing this?”
“I dismissed her.” Marianne waved a hand through the air. “I prefer to dress myself.” She hoped they didn’t hear the slight quaver in her voice. She didn’t want her friends to know that her mother had been forced to let the entire staff go and the ones here today were hired just for her betrothal party.
“There.” Rose finished fastening the corset and stepped back.
Marianne took the petticoat from Cassandra and slipped it over her head. “Truth is, I do not wish to marry—ever.” She squared her shoulders as Cassandra slid behind her and latched the petticoat hooks.
Rose put her hands on her waist. “Noah Brenin is a fine man and a good catch.”
Marianne gazed at her friend. She couldn’t help but smile at the motherly reprimand burning in her crystal blue eyes. Tall and slender, with honey blond hair, Rose turned many a head in Baltimore. Just like Cassandra.
Marianne wished she had the same effect on men. .
“He is a boor.”
“Why so low an opinion of him? Haven’t you and he been friends since childhood?” Rose cocked her head and gave Marianne a look of censure.
“I wouldn’t call it friendship, more like forced acquaintance. And my knowledge of him is precisely why I know him for the churlish clod he is.”
Gathering a cream-colored silk-embroidered gown from Marianne’s bed, Rose and Cassandra tossed it over her head, assisting her as she wiggled into it. She adjusted the ruffled lace that bordered her neckline and circled her puffy sleeves. Cassandra handed her a jeweled belt which Marianne strapped around her high waist and buckled in front. She pressed down the folds of her gown, admiring the pink lace that trailed down the front and trimmed the hemline. After slipping on her white satin slippers, Marianne moved to the full-length looking glass and paused to eye her reflection.
Plain. Despite the shimmering, glamorous dress, plain was the first word that came to her mind. That was how she had always been described. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height, a bit plump. Nothing remarkable, nothing to catch an eye.
I love it. Where can we find you on the Internet?
Thank you, MaryLu, for another wonderful interview.
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