I write books with lots of romance, adventure, danger, suspense, because this is the type of exciting book I like to read. I like a book that takes me away, and leaves me with images to remember for months, if not years later. But at the same time, I must write books that tell about the greatest love of all—that of Christ’s love for us. Nothing is more exciting than that.
Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
The day my husband David asked me to be his wife, and the consequent days that each of our children were born. Aside from God, my family is my greatest joy.
How has being published changed your life?
It got a lot busier, but also brought a lot of people into my life, people I consider friends, like our very dear Lena Nelson Dooley. How wonderful to go to a writers’ conference and find lovely fellow writers such as
Lena and receive a big hug. It’s so wonderful
to work in tangent with quality writers like this, who only want the same
thing—to share Christ with others through the telling of stories.
And then there are all the really neat people I get to meet when they contact me after reading my books. I wish more readers would email me at Christine.Lindsay.Writer@gmail.com I love to meet them. It all boils down to relationships with others. Such a great feeling to get to know people.
I so agree Christine. I love getting to know other authors, and hearing from readers really makes my day. What are you reading right now?
Band of Sisters by Cathy Gohlke, and really loving it.
I loved that book as well. What is your current work in progress?
I’m working on a romance novella set in
England, and then I have to start
writing the third and final book to my series, Twilight of the British Raj,
which will be called Veiled at Midnight
and released by WhiteFire in 2014.
We need to schedule that book on my blog. What would be your dream vacation?
Oh my goodness, anywhere tropical where I can sit on a beach, look at turquoise water, sip a nice fruit juice and read a great book. With my hubby beside me. Although I did hear about this wonderful horse-drawn sleigh-ride that you can book at Christmas time up at Lake Louise in
Canada. I would
love to do that for a winter vacation.
How do you choose your settings for each book?
The settings always come with the character that takes my heart. In my India series, it started out with my British Cavalry Major, Geoff Richards, who was the fictionalized version of my great, great, great—or something like that—great grandfather. And so that series was permanently set in British Colonial India—an extremely exotic place, terrific for danger and romance.
Because I’m Irish born, a lot of my characters tend to be of British or Irish stock, so often that sets my books in the
Isles. But British history fascinates me. Hence their colonies do
which used to take up a large segment of the map.
If you could spend an evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?
I’d love to sit down and have tea with Queen Elizabeth. Being born in British owned
and a citizen of Canada
which is part of the British Commonwealth, Elizabeth the Second is my queen. In my
opinion she is a royal that is deserving of great honor. She’s kept her promise
to her subjects and served her people well.
What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading?
I’m chuckling to myself. There isn’t much time for anything else, although I love my garden. I just saw some of my daffodils have poked up in the front by the driveway.
What is your most difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
Fitting everything into a tight schedule. There is so much more to being a published writer than writing books. Getting the word out about our books is a tough job. It’s hard to talk about yourself, when as a writer—especially a Christian writer—we are much happier shining the light on Christ or on our characters.
What advice would you give to a beginning author?
If you find great joy in crafting words on a page, then do it. Keep at it, because it is not an easy climb. But along the way you will make many friends, and most of all come to rely more and more upon Christ, and you will be what God wired you to be—a writer.
Tell us about the featured book.
Due to their desire to help young girls who are being sexually abused in the north of
Eshana and Laine find the police on their heels. As they both escape to the
south of India,
they are each captured by their respective pasts.
Laine goes to a new position as nurse in a clinic that is thick in the jungle, only to discover the owner of the plantation is her former fiancé who broke her heart during the war. Laine is determined that Adam will never again crush her like he did when he sent her that Dear Jane letter.
Unknown to Laine, Eshana is caught and imprisoned by her traditional Hindu uncle who is angry that she is living as a Christian. He secretly imprisons Eshana in a house hidden in the jungle where she discovers friendship with a little girl who is also engaged to be married, though she is only six.
Eshana wonders if she will ever see freedom again, or is she to wear the funeral garb of a Hindu widow for the rest of her life? She is also saddened that she may never again see Dr. Jai Kaur, a Sikh man whom she has become great friends with.
Captured by Moonlight has two romances within its story, and I believe it will capture the heart of any Christian romance reader. At the same time I try to gently tackle a serious issue that is still current today—young children being used as sex slaves.
Here is the book trailer.
Please give us the first page of the book.
If the head woman from the temple looked in her direction, Laine Harkness wouldn’t give two
squashed mangoes for her life, or Eshana’s. Laine could never be confused for an Indian, but with the tail end of this cotton sari covering half her face, and her brown eyes peeking over, she simply had to blend in. Still, any minute now that hatchet-faced female standing guard to the girls’ quarters could let out a pulse-freezing yell.
A sudden blare of a conch shell from within the Hindu temple stretched Laine’s nerves. She and
Eshana must be mad to risk this exploit again. The Principal Matron at Laine’s hospital would give her a severe reprimand if she ever found out. More likely sack her. If either she or Eshana had any sense at all, they’d turn around, go back to the mission, and mind their own business.
But a line from Wordsworth, one of Adam’s favorites, ran through her mind...little, nameless,
unremembered acts of kindness and of love...
Blast! She wouldn’t call what she and Eshana were about to do little, but please let it be
unremembered. Unnoticed would be better still.
Nudging Eshana in the side and closing her mind to the writhing creatures in the burlap bags
they carried, she hissed into Eshana’s ear. “Well off you go. You’ve got yours to dispose of, and I’ve got mine. Just please keep that guard distracted.” Laine jutted her chin toward the obese head woman waddling around in a sari stained down the front with betel juice. Every once in a while she would take her long wooden club and rap on the doors of the hovels.
Eshana hurried through the narrow alleyway toward the guardian of the temple girls, carrying a
similar burlap sack to Laine’s.
On the opposite side of the bazaar, the globelike spires of a temple devoted to a Hindu goddess
poked above nearby rooftops. Like a multi-tiered cake decorated in a variety of colored icings—pinks, blues, orange—the temple enticed like a sugary concoction.
But from there the loveliness ended. In these alleyways behind the temple, the pervasive scent
of incense and stale flowers mixed with the reek of human misery. Girls who should still be playing with toys, and some a little older, chatted with each other. Many of the paint-chipped doors were closed, imprisoning within those adolescent girls forced into ritual marriages to a Hindu deity.
Laine flattened herself against the peeling plaster wall to watch Eshana shake out the contents
of her sack at the base of a cluster of clay pots. Now she waved her hands about, talking in rapid Hindi to the older woman. Good girl, Eshana, that’s the ticket. Laine’s stomach writhed in rhythm to the creature in the bag she carried. She strengthened her grip at the top of the sack though the drawstring had been tightly pulled.
Sure enough the head woman stomped off with Eshana and began to clatter around the pots
with her club, giving Laine the moment she waited for. Sixth door from the end on this side, Eshana had told her. Eshana had been visiting the inhabitants of this alley on a regular basis in an attempt to give them some sort of medical aid.
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Captured by Moonlight
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