Why do you write the kind of books you do?
I have horrible nightmares. I write about my dreams as therapy and then I start daydreaming about what would happen after the nightmare and the book just evolves from there.
Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
The birth of each of my four boys.
How has being published changed your life?
It’s made me more busy! I definitely have to work hard (and pray hard) to keep things in perspective. I set writing hours when my boys are at school and the baby is napping and when that time is up I focus on being a Mom.
What are you reading right now?
Gifts and Consequences by Daniel Coleman
What is your current work in progress?
Blog This. It’s about a mom who blogs against violent video games.
What would be your dream vacation?
How do you choose your settings for each book?
When I have my nightmares I usually know where the setting is and just develop it from there.
If you could spend an evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?
Can I be boring and say my husband? An evening alone with that guy would be heaven. I really like him. Crazy, huh?
What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading?
Running, strength training, playing with my cute boys.
What is your most difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
Description. I like things really fast-paced. I have to force myself to go back in and add description. For some reason the reader wants to know what color the hero’s hair is.
What advice would you give to a beginning author?
Learn all you can about the craft of writing, read a lot, don’t give up, and enjoy it. If writing isn’t fun (most of the time), don’t do it.
Tell us about the featured book.
Cassidy Christensen is running.
Running from the mercenaries who killed her parents.
Running from a scheming redhead intent on making her life miserable.
Running from painful memories that sabotage her dreams of happiness.
With two very tempting men competing for her attention, she hopes she’ll finally have someone to run to, but can she trust either of them? When secrets from her past threaten her family, Cassidy decides to stop running and fight for her future.
Please give us the first page of the book.
I inched down another stair, hoping the soft creaks wouldn’t give me away to whoever was arguing in my living room. My dad was visiting me this week, gathering medical supplies for another one of his projects. I’d been gracious and allowed him to host his meetings in my living room. The support from the medical community in our little corner of
Northern Utah was
actually impressive, but did one of the doctors have to show up in the middle
of the night?
I was in that luscious almost-asleep phase when I heard the banging on my front door and crawled out of bed. Irritation turned to fear as I listened to the conversation. The man threatening Dad wasn’t one of his supporters.
“You interfered with the wrong shipment this time.”
“Shipment?” Dad asked. “These are human beings, not some profit margin.”
I reached the bottom step and peeked around the wall. My dad stood near the fireplace with a mixture of shock and revulsion on his sunburned face.
Just inside the front door, a man peeked out from the shadow of a hooded sweatshirt. He yanked out a wicked-looking blade. I covered my mouth to stifle the scream. My stomach knotted. My legs felt like ice. I didn’t know if I could move, let alone help.
The knife sailed through the air. My father darted to the side. The blade jabbed into his upper arm. Dad yelped. The pain in his face lodged in my own gut. He grabbed at his arm and yanked the knife out, spraying the wall with blood. My dad’s blood. Help. I had to do something.
The hooded figure closed the distance and wrenched the weapon from dad’s fingers, lifting it above his head.
“No!” I leapt from my hiding spot, grabbed a heavy picture frame off the end table, and smacked the man with it.
“Cassidy!” Dad inhaled quickly, hazel eyes widening.
The attacker knocked the picture frame out of my hands and pointed the bloody knife my direction. Dark eyes swept over the skin not covered by my t-shirt and cut-off sweats. I squirmed, his look scaring me as much as his knife. I backed up a step, eyes focused on the blade.
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Thank you, Cami, for the very interesting interview.
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