Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
There is a lot of me in May
my lead character. I don’t want to give away a plot element in the story, but
May Lynn and I
share a similar experience. I use a lot of my emotions and thoughts to make her
seem more real. Lynn
What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I always call places or items by the wrong name. I’m sure this will some day affect my novels. For example, if I want to go to Pizza Hut, I will tell my husband I’m going to Papa John’s
When did you first discover that you were a writer?
Ever since I was a child, I have written books. I first wrote A Time to Say Goodbye when I was 17. In elementary school, I used to write children’s books and illustrate them. I even shaped the books to look like real books. So I don’t think I ever discovered I was one. I just always assumed I was one.
Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
The joke with my husband and friends is I write really sad and depressing stories. However, I want my books to be light romance novels. One of my favorite authors is Karen Witemeyer. I just love the Short Straw Bride. I’m known for looking at the end of books to make sure the hero and heroine get together before purchasing it. If they don’t, I almost always put the book back on the shelf.
How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
I fantasize. Sounds crazy, but I process my life problems by day-dreaming about how my characters would handle a situation. Michael and May Lynn have been through a lot with me. I also pray and rely on my husband. Without my husband, I wouldn’t be the person I am.
How do you choose your characters’ names?
Michael has always been a favorite name of mine. I always wanted to marry a Michael. For your information, I married a Ryan. Usually, I just start sprouting out names until I land on one. May
I actually made up. It started out as Malien, but my loving family made fun of
it until I decided to change it. They all love May Lynn. Lynn
What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Being married for almost 11 years. I’m young. I married my husband at 22. We have been together ever since. All my friends can’t believe we have been married for so long.
If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
I would be a cat. It just seems so nice being fat and sleeping all day and no one thinks it’s wrong.
What is your favorite food?
Salads covered in cheese, croutons, bacon bits, and lots of salad dressing etc. You know all the unhealthy stuff.
What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
Getting past my pride so I would take correction from others. As soon as I wrote it, I thought my novel was awesome. When I began to rewrite it, I fought guidance from more experienced writers. I have had to swallow a lot of pride to follow direction. I still have my moments of pride but God is working on it.
Tell us about the featured book.
A Time to Say Goodbye is primarily about how God leads us down certain paths. May Lynn and Michael both have preconceived notions on how their lives should be, but God throws them a couple of curve balls along the way to help them become the people He desires them to be.
Please give us the first page of the book.
A lady should always have five minutes of peace. May Lynn Whitley pushed through the glass doors and made her way to the end of the porch, squeezing the rail. And she needed that peace. It wasn’t too much to ask. Her stiff limbs loosened, her eyes closed, and she leaned against the porch rail. A light breeze blew by, cooling her face and making a few curls bounce off her cheek. She opened her eyes. Darkness hid the barren heath that spread out before her. An utter contrast to her garden full of lavender roses back home in
. That garden was a perfect escape. North
The sound of a male’s voice too low to understand made her stiffen. May
glanced at the glass doors as Mr.
Hopkins walked by with his new bride on his arm. She exhaled. It wasn’t Richard with more sharp words for
her. May Lynn
ran a hand over the silk skirt of her dress, the fabric felt cool to her touch.
What could be so offensive about the color burgundy? Even her father
thought this dress would be perfect for tonight. But Richard hated it
nonetheless. She should have chosen blue. He loved the color. May Lynn shook her head,
making a few curls bounce against her cheeks. She must try harder to win
Richard’s favor. Her future depended on it. Lynn
pushed back her shoulders and tipped her nose in the air. She had best go
inside before he came looking for her, again. Lynn
“When will this ball end?” she mumbled as she grabbed the skirt of her gown, lifting the hem away from her slippers, and headed back to the ballroom. May
several small gatherings of young ladies chatting amongst themselves and
footmen bearing platters of cheese and fruit crumpets. A wisp of raspberry
scent floated by her. Lynn
She spotted her mother smoothing the skirt of her dark brown silk taffeta gown, which accented her pepper-gray hair. She looked diminutive against the large red tapestries with ornate gold threaded tulips that completely covered the walls. Her pa and fiancé stood nearby but were engrossed in conversation.
As she approached them, Richard looked her way, his eyes narrowing. “Where have you been, my dear?” His blond curly hair made the red tint of his face stand out.
squeezed the fabric
of her skirt. How could she
deflect his temper before he made a scene? Her mother’s words filled her mind. Always
be submissive to soften a man’s mood. “I’m sorry, dear, the ballroom is
too warm. I just went outside for some fresh air.” Lynn
“Were you looking at the stars again?” His face relaxed and he turned to her mother. “Your daughter, Mrs. Whitley, finds the English sky fascinating, though I do not see the difference between it and that of our own.”
“Now, she’s always looking at the view from home,” her mother replied.
“Yes, women love the simple things of life,” he said.
bit her bottom lip,
forcing herself not to roll her eyes. And men loved nothing. Nothing but their
accomplishments. At least the stars and the rest of nature didn’t vanish at a
moment’s notice. Lynn
A smile spread across her mother’s face. “It helps us be….”
“Richard, have you heard any news about La Jane?” her father asked.
glanced at her
mother, who just folded her hands in front of her, almost disappearing as the
conversation continued without her. Her face took on a blank look. Yes, it was
time for them to be quiet. May Lynn
shook her head and gazed around the larger parlor that had been turned into a
ballroom for tonight. Lynn
“Right now, sir, the plantation is doing just fine.…”
Punch could moisten her dry mouth. May
looked at a table complete with crystal glasses full of punch, a large crystal
bowl, and light pink flowers. A young woman dancing with a gentleman glided
past the table. Her beige dress blended with the other gowns of rose red and
lavender, with white or gold lace trimmings and little puffy sleeves. Lynn
Pa spoke, “I hope it won’t….”
turned away, but then
quickly turned back in the direction of the dancing couples. Who was that? Off
in the distance with her neighbors the Jacobs stood a young man who appeared
out of place. But why? He wore the clothes of a gentleman, a black coat with a
tail and a red vest. He’d brushed his dark hair back. May Lynn slanted her head. He held his glass too
low, and he gripped it instead of holding it with his fingertips. She looked at
Richard’s hand as he held his glass with the right grip. The stranger must not
be a gentleman, but who could he be? Perhaps, a friend of the Jacobs. She
touched the shoulder of her fiancé. Lynn
“Yes, my dear,” Richard said, stopping in mid-sentence. His eyes narrowed again as he stretched his mouth into a thin line.
So much for diverting his temper. May
took a deep breath and let it out in a smooth stream. “I’m sorry to interrupt.
It’s just, I haven’t spoken with the Jacobs yet.” Lynn
A smirk crossed his face. “My dear, you haven’t spoken with most of our guests.”
clenched her hands
into fists. Of course, he would mention her shortcomings. But she must not show
her anger. That would only make things worse. May Lynn tipped her head to the side and batted
her lashes, relying on an old trick she learned from finishing school. Lynn
He looked away and held out his arm. “Pardon us, my future wife wishes to visit.”
placed her hand on it
as a chill rippled over her. Tomorrow, he would have a long list of social
mishaps to speak to her about, but she wouldn’t dwell on that now. She tilted
her chin upward and walked toward the Jacobs with her fiancé at her side. Lynn
Mrs. Jacobs tapped the young man on the shoulder with her fan and then pointed to a circle of young women drinking punch. Was she encouraging him to talk to one of the girls? The young man glanced at the girls and shrugged his shoulders. He must be shy.
The Jacobs’ small group turned to them as Richard stepped to Mr. Jacobs’s side and held out his hand. “Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs, I am so glad you could come,” Richard said.
Mr. Jacobs gripped Richard’s hand. “Mr. Crumin.” Miss Whitley, it’s a delight to be your guest.”
He nodded towards both of them. His dark brown tie brought out the blue in his warm, welcoming eyes.
smiled, glancing at
the young man, who stood a step back from the Jacobs, still clenching the
glass. He had a youthful handsomeness. His face was free of any hard lines, and
he had high cheekbones like an aristocrat. Lynn
“Oh excuse me.” Mr. Jacobs extended a hand towards the young man. “Let me introduce you to Michael Thompson. He’s visiting with us before he journeys back to his birthplace of
.” North Carolina
North Carolina, just vacationing in Dorset.” Richard said. “Isn’t it a beautiful state?”
A smile stretched across his face. “Sir, I have no memory of it. I spent most of my life in Africa and the last four years at a seminary school in
Now I plan to return and work at a church in the mountains near a town called England .” Henderson
opened her fan and
waved it in front of her face. His speech was almost perfect except for his
slight accent. It sounded British, but yet his African accent sounded deeper when he pronounced
his vowels. Lynn
“Then you have been robbed of its magnificence.” Richard raised his glass.
Mr. Thompson raised his glass to Richard’s. “And I can’t wait to see it.”
A girl tripped making May Lynn look past Mr. Thompson. Had she drank too much of the punch? Mr. Thompson must have noticed her gaze because he glanced over his shoulder.
“Miss Whitley, do you enjoy dancing?” he asked, looking at her, their gazes connecting.
’s bottom lip dropped
as something sharp ran through her. Placing her hand over her heart, she took a
deep breath. His eyes were so beautiful, a dark blue full of some kind of
lightness. She looked away, focusing on the gold buttons of his jacket. “I like
the movement of it. I guess you could say I enjoy studying things.” Lynn
Mr. Thompson placed his hands behind his back. “My mother taught me and some of the village girls to dance. She said it was a skill I’d need in order to attract a young lady.”
“Young ladies do enjoy it,” Richard said, his eyes trailing over Mr. Thompson’s head. “You should dance with May
It’ll allow me some time to talk business with Mr. Jacobs. I have some matters
I need to address with him that would only bore her.” Lynn
shook her head. How
easily he could dismiss her. Lynn
“Shall we?” Mr. Thompson held out his hand.
stole a glance at his
outstretched fingers, before inching her hand into his. His large hand closed
around hers, holding it like a captured butterfly. They made their way to the
center of the parlor. Lynn
With her other hand, she fanned her face. Her cheeks burned like she had spent all day in the sun and every part of her felt jittery. Something about the young man at her side unnerved her. But what could it be?
She turned to face, Mr. Thompson who placed one hand a little too high on her arm and took her other hand. She smiled and pulled his hand to the proper place on her elbow.
“Sorry.” A faint smile crossed his face and his high cheekbones flushed red.
chuckled. “Bless your
heart. We all make mistakes every now and then.” Lynn
His eyes filled with a twinkle. “I’m glad you understand.”
They began to move though not in time with the music. He didn’t know the steps very well, and would always move a second after she did. She tried to guide him, but soon gave up and they just waltzed to their own tempo. She looked at his face. His crimson cheeks made his dark blue eyes stand out. They looked as innocent as a child’s.
“You move much smoother than the village girls,” he said.
“Now, Mr. Thompson, what do you mean by village girls?”
“The girls who are natives of
“Like the help back home?”
“Yes.” His tone dropped. He pushed his lips into a narrow line.
took a deep breath. A
thick tension filled the space between them. “My father owns many darkies on
our plantation.” Lynn
“And how are they?” he asked.
“They’re fine, and quite happy. Well provided for, I would say.”
“Is that so?” He laughed as he leaned his head back a little, rolling his eyes.
dropped her gaze.
What did he find so amusing? Didn’t he realize how rude he appeared? But
perhaps he didn’t. He would not have been exposed to proper society in an
African colony. She bent her head to the side. His oddness intrigued her. If he
was cultivated like a gentleman, all the belles in Lynn would compete for his
They danced until the music ended, and May Lynn stepped away from him, fanning herself with her hand.
“Are you too warm?” he asked.
“Yes, I could use some fresh air. Would you like to go to the courtyard? I’d love to hear about your experience in
“That would be pleasant.”
folded her hands in
front of her while he looked off to the side. She giggled. Poor thing. He had
no idea what to do. Mr. Thompson was like a child thrown into a game for the
first time. “You’re supposed to escort me.” Lynn
Mr. Thompson blushed again and held out his arm to her. She placed her right hand on his arm, and they walked outside to the garden, stopping at a stone bench. Several rose bushes flanked the seat and petals decorated the cobblestone walkway around it. Overhead burned an oil lamp, giving the area an angelic glow. Off in the distance water trickled from a fountain creating a slight murmur. May
sat down, and Mr. Thompson stood in front of her, looking at the steamy glass
door -- his broad back and shoulders facing her. Lynn
“You seem nervous,” she said.
“I was just wondering if this is improper.”
“It’s all right. We’re just in the courtyard. Everyone can see us through the glass door.” She pointed at it, just as a couple glided by.
He turned back towards her. The light from the lamp caught his eyes, accenting them. May
bit down on her
bottom lip and looked away. She best not focus on those eyes or she wouldn’t be
able to piece together one sentence. Lynn
“I’m sorry. I don’t know the customs. I haven’t spent much time with the upper class.”
She smiled. “It’s all right. When we attend balls, I usually end up outside. I just find the air too stuffy during large gatherings.”
He nodded and looked at the ground, kicking a pebble. “Are you and Mr. Crumin betrothed?”
“Yes, the wedding will be next Spring.”
“Are you looking forward to it?”
sighed. “It will be
splendid.” Something heavy grew in her. It’d be a challenge until death parted
them. She just needed to remember the sole benefit of this marriage. It would
keep her family out of the ruthless hands of creditors, wanting to strip them
of everything and leaving them to starve. Lynn
Mr. Thompson gazed at the stars. “This is my first ball.”
“Why? Did you not attend any when you were at seminary?”
He shook his head. “I went to a small conservative school that taught dancing was frivolous. I’m only here at the insistence of the Jacobs.”
folded her hands in
her lap and looked at the clear sky, studying the stars. She found the Little
Dipper, but couldn’t find its bigger counterpart. “It’s not hard to learn the
nature of these parties. Everybody will talk about the same subjects. My mother
and some of the women will talk about my engagement or the latest fashions. My
father and Richard will talk about cotton or the rising price of a decent field
hand. The same music will be played in the same order. It always is. There are
a lot of parties at home.” Lynn
“I’ve heard those conversations and others.” Mr. Thompson pushed his lips into a thin line again.
He kept making that face when she mentioned the help. Did he follow the Jacobs’ new beliefs on slavery? He had grown up among heathens. If he did then he probably wouldn’t approve of her way of life. May
ran a finger down a crack in the bench, brushing a lone rose petal off. The
idea that he would find something repulsive about her, didn’t sit well. Maybe
she could make him understand. “We provide....” Lynn
“Darling.” Richard appeared at the door. “I was wondering where you were. There are guests who would like to meet you.”
The smile disappeared. At least she had five minutes this time. She turned towards Richard, noticing how he clenched the glass door. She was entertaining a guest. Didn’t he at least approve of that? Nothing else. Besides, didn’t he need to be free of her so he could talk business with Mr. Jacobs? “Mr. Thompson and I were talking about his experiences in
“Well come, my dear.” Richard held out his hand.
went to her fiancé,
but smiled at Mr. Thompson over her shoulder. “I hope we can finish our
conversation later.” Lynn
“Maybe at some other time,” he said, not even turning to look at her but focusing on the fountain.
nodded and then
walked with Richard into the ballroom. Yes, they would have to talk later, and
she would make him understand that the Abolitionists lie. He just couldn’t be
left with an unfavorable impression of her. Lynn
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