Today we're welcoming author Rosemary Indra to the blog on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for her contemporary romance, "Everlasting Love".
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Nickie answered all my prying questions, so let's turn the floor over to her!
What research was required for your book?
My research for Everlasting Love consisted of the technical aspect of firefighting. When I started the Forest Ridge Series I did research on arsonists and sketch artists and how they work. As for the firefighting technology I asked my husband for assistance, as he was a volunteer firefighter for seven years. I also went to several burn to learn (controlled house fires) our fire department had. There I could experience the fire up close and took photographs which were used for some of the book covers.
Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.
Kevin Mathews has a positive outlook on life. Even when situations don’t go as expected he finds someway to put a positive spin on it. This amazed Miranda and one of the things she likes about him. As for Miranda she was a reminder to stand up for yourself and don’t allow other to put you down.
Any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
I don’t like to talk about my work in progress until I’m well into the book or run into a wall. I’m afraid I’ll talk the book out before I get started. Also I don’t allow anyone to read my first copy. I write in layers and the first layer is very rough, mostly a conversation or a description of a scene.
Look to your right—what’s sitting there?
I’m sitting at my desk so to the right of me is a stack of papers. Organization is not one of my strong traits so paperwork and books always litter my workspace. Generally I can find what I’m looking for in this jumbled mess as long as no one rearranges things. My husband tried to be helpful and cleared the desk. Needless to say I couldn’t find anything for days and wasn’t a happy camper. We come to an agreement he doesn’t touch my desk and I don’t disturb his. It’s a good compromise.
Do you have a question for our readers?
I feel you can learn a lot about a person by what they read. So my question to the readers is: What book is on your nightstand right now? Generally what types of books do you read and who’s your favorite author?
Unsatisfied with his occupation, Kevin is at a crossroads. Miranda understands and encourages him to look at the direction his life is going. Fired up by her encouragement, Kevin returns to Forest Ridge to resume his firefighting career.
When Miranda is threatened by her ex-husband, Kevin realizes he will do anything to protect her. Miranda has shown Kevin a new passion for life. Can he fan the flames of passion into an Everlasting Love?
In a small town he had to be cautious. Driving too close to his intended victim would be obvious. He’d lagged back allowing more distance between his car and the one in front of him. When several vehicles exited the highway, he hung back even farther. His prey was no longer insight but he knew the Chevy was still there. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to be patient.
As the city gave way to the mountainous forest, he saw his opportunity; pressing on the accelerator he started to close the space between them. Now, in this isolated wildness, he needed to move in for the kill.
No one would find a body or the missing vehicle for some time. This was the perfect set up. No witnesses. No surveillance cameras. For once and all, he could loosen the chain around his neck and live a carefree life again.
He sped up and still no sign of the other tail lights. The driver must have turned off to another road. He’d passed countless side roads since entering the highway. Finding which road the other vehicle used would be impossible.
He wiped his hand across the back of his neck. Pulling over to the side of the road, gravel crunched beneath his tires. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. He’d quit his search for now. He’d find his victim another time. Then he’d free himself from his burden.
She has two grown children and four adorable grandchildren. Her and her husband live in a small town in Oregon.