Welcome back, L R. By the way, I love your author photo. What are some of the spiritual themes you like to write about?
For my historical fiction I emphasize salvation by faith alone through grace alone—to show that it can’t be earned by being religious. In the early 19th century in
which is an era I write about, Church membership and attendance was thought to
suffice for one’s spirituality. So bringing the message of true faith to that
backdrop works to highlight its simple truth. In my contemporary novels, I also
emphasize the simplicity of the gospel. I never imply that living out a life of
faith is easy, but that salvation is never more than a prayer away—for the
heart that is sincere and turns to Christ.
What other books of yours are coming out soon?
With the completion of
The Pulse Effex Series is now a trilogy, so I’m turning my focus back to
regency romance for the time being. The next regency ought to be out by around
June of 2018, if not sooner. I hope to
follow that with a couple of other romances, both historical and contemporary,
that are in the works right now. Defiance
If you could spend an evening with one contemporary person (not a family member of yours), who would it be and why?
Amy Grant. I’ve been an Amy fan since my college days and I always felt Amy and I would hit it off as friends if we met. I actually botched a real opportunity to meet her—at her invite! (via her management company)—to my sorrow. But I would love to meet her and talk a night away together.
What historical person would you like to meet (besides Jesus) and why?
Well, as a Jane Austen fan, I look forward to meeting Miss Austen in heaven, but I’m not certain I’d want to meet her on earth. Why? Because she possessed a caliber of intelligence probably quite beyond my own. I’d be afraid of boring her, to be honest. I don’t doubt that if she had been less polite and more in society, her reputation would have mirrored Oscar Wilde’s for ready wit and brilliance. As it stands, Jane was polite—in public—and sometimes surprisingly cutting in her private remarks (which we know from surviving letters). If I could, I’d love to observe her at a public gathering—from a safe distance—until I gathered my courage and dared approach her!
How can you encourage authors who have been receiving only rejections from publishers?
There are real reasons for authors to be encouraged by rejections, and here are two: One is that they are in good company. A bona fide writer gets rejections. Nearly every famous writer throughout history has had to face them. So it’s really a rite of passage. In addition, a rejection is merely a notice that they haven’t found the right home for their work yet. It does NOT mean that home doesn’t exist. So they have to keep trying.
The second reason to be encouraged is that publishers are no longer the only gatekeepers of what gets published. As long as an author’s work has been thoroughly edited and rewritten until it shines, self-publishing is a viable option. It’s a different path with its own set of challenges and shouldn’t be embarked upon lightly, but after counting the cost and studying best practices, self-published authors today can do just as well if not better than traditionally published authors.(A word of caution: It is far easier to get one’s book out there via self-publishing, but in most cases far more difficult to get as wide a distribution as traditional publishers have access to. )
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Please give us the first page of the book.
I think your readers would enjoy the SNEAK PEEK from the front of the book, first. Which I’ll follow with the first page.
Angel took a handgun out of a side holster and handed it to me. “We’re gonna need you, Sarah.”
“I—I’ve only had a few lessons,” I said, weakly.
“Just aim and shoot when you need to,” she said, quietly. “It’s already chambered. Remember what we taught you—when a bullet’s chambered, it’s ready. Don’t aim it until you’re gonna use it and don’t put your finger on the trigger until you’re gonna shoot.”
“Here they are!” Richard cried.
The gang of marauders appeared, descending upon the cabin with hoots and shouts that made my blood curdle. I took the gun with a sense of unreality. How could this be happening? It couldn’t be, because I, Sarah Weaver, did not take part in real battles! Sarah Weaver was an anxious, fear-filled teenager with enough insecurities for ten girls. I was the one to have panic attacks when alone; the one who’d been taking anti-depressants for two years—until the pulse stopped that.
I held the pistol up with shaky hands. And I knew: This was reality now. This was life, and there was no room for the old Sarah. I could not allow myself to crumple in weakness or fear.
I saw him through the morning fog, appearing like a phantom out of the haze. You’d think the sight of a man approaching through the field would send me scurrying to the house in alarm. You’d think it would have me shouting for Angel and
Tex to come with rifles
at the ready. But I knew who it was. I recognized the wearied determination.
That deliberate walk.
But not at first. I’d been out at dawn fetching the morning’s water at the pump. I froze when he came into sight, my heart thumping with fear. People were about the scariest thing you could encounter these days. Then I saw: Richard! He’d left me here at
Tex and Angel
McAllister’s homestead three weeks ago. When he left without a word to any of
us, the McAllisters let me move from the barn loft to their living-room so I
wouldn’t be alone at night.
See, the McAllisters took us in, letting us sleep in the barn. After the EMP knocked out the electric grid in the dead of winter seven months ago, we were forced from our apartment by a building fire. At first we’d taken shelter in the town library—everyone from our building did. But the library was dirty and crowded, and we were slowly starving. As soon as the weather allowed, we took off to make our way to Aunt Susan’s farm. It was a treacherous journey and we never got there—instead, we ended up here with
Tex and Angel. They were
wonderful to me and extra kind since Richard took off. But I missed my brother.
A huge lump filled my throat when I saw how defeated and beaten he looked. But I swallowed it and slammed down my half-filled bucket, and ran. I barreled into him, crying on his shirt.
“Hi, sis.” He wrapped a weak arm around me. Poor Richard! He must have endured a lot out there.
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