ALWAYS THE BAKER, NEVER THE BRIDE - Sandra D Bricker - Free Book

Glad to have you back, Sandra. What are some of the spiritual themes you like to write about?


One of my favorite themes is that of destiny, the way God has dug out your path ahead of you and His angels nudge you along toward fulfilling it. I’m a firm believer that there are no coincidences, and I love the idea that there is a plan with my name on it.

Praise the Lord for that. What other books of yours are coming out soon?

My next Love Finds You book, this one set in Carmel, California, comes out in October. Then I have a Summerside devotional called Delight Yourself in the Lord…Even on Bad Hair Days due out in the spring with co-authors Kristin Billerbeck, Diann Hunt, Debby Mayne and Trish Perry. Then the second in my OH! series with Abingdon, The Big 4-OH!, comes out after that.

If you could spend an evening with one contemporary person (not a family member of yours), who would it be and why?

Filmmaker Nora Ephron. I’m a huge fan of her humor and style, and I’d love the chance to just sit down and hear about her creative process.

How can you encourage authors who have been receiving only rejections from publishers?

I’d like to tell them not to take rejections personally. Getting published is as much an issue of timing as it is about product. There’s something to be said for throwing things at the wall until something sticks. Just keep at it. And while you’re doing that, pay attention. I’ve learned as much from thoughtful critiques and rejections as I have from intentional education like workshops and classes.

Tell us about the featured book?

Emma Rae Travis, a baker of confections who is diabetic and can’t enjoy her creations, meets Jackson Drake, an escapee from Corporate America who is starting a wedding destination hotel. These two ill-suited players are a high-wire act trying to make a go of their new business venture amidst their crazy families and the Atlanta social scene.

Please give us the first page of the book.

She just went over like a lopsided sack o’ corn. I tell ya, I never saw nothin’ like it.”

“Emma Rae? Can you hear me, honey? Emma Rae?”

Emma’s eyes fl uttered as she struggled to open them. Her mother’s face came into focus just inches from hers, and she jumped.

“Here she comes, Gavin. She’s coming around.”

When Emma tried to speak, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and it made a sound like paper peeling away from plastic as she wiggled it.

“What . . . happened?”

“You fainted, Princess.” Her father’s pale face moved closer into view, and he took her hand. Emma realized she’d never seen him so obviously worried.

“I fainted?”

“How do you feel now?” After she spoke, he looked somewhat relieved. “Still a little woozy?’

“A little.”

She blinked a couple of times before she recognized the denim-clad form who peered over her father’s shoulder. The way it stood on end, Danny Mahoney’s wavy blond hair looked like a halo gone slightly berserk. His perfect square jaw clenched as he peered at her with those crystal blue eyes. Danny was the
boyfriend Emma had dreamed about since the sixth grade. He was handsome and cool and just dangerous enough to make her parents worry and her girlfriends green with envy.

“Hi, baby. Whatcha need, huh?”

Gavin glared at Danny and separated him from Emma by repositioning himself. “Avery, why don’t you and the Boy,” which Emma’s father had insisted on calling Danny since their fi rst date in sophomore year, “go and check on that doctor, huh? I’ll stay with Emmy.”

Just then an older man with a face like a bunched-up fist appeared from behind the yellowish curtain. His white coat and clipboard made him look a little like a butcher taking anorder, but the stethoscope hanging around his neck provided the clarity Emma needed.

“How are you feeling now, young lady? Better?”

Emma tilted her shoulders into a shrug. “I guess.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“Not really. Daddy says I fainted.”

“She went down like a sack o’ corn,” Danny repeated, and then he snickered and looked around for acknowledgment.The only hint of it came from her father’s menacing stare.

“What did you have to eat this morning?” the doctor asked.

Emma thought it over. “Nothing. I don’t know. Except some cake. And a candy bar after second period.”

“No breakfast? Any protein?”

“No.”

“Well, that appears to be the problem. Do you know what it means to be di-a-be-tic?”

How can readers find you on the Internet?

http://www.sandradbricker.com/ or http://sandradbricker.blogspot.com/

Thank you, Sandra, for taking the time to drop by.
 
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