"Friends know your secrets and still love you the way you are."
I love that thought, and as we end 2013 and begin the new year, I know I'm so grateful to the many wonderful friends I have. Some of my friends are new, and they are special, giving me help and encouragement each day.
I have some friends I've known for years. I've trusted my deepest secrets with them, and they are still there, ready to talk, ready to give me advice, and I always know they will never betray anything I might tell them.
I have some friends I met through work that I so appreciate. We try to get together for dinner now and again, and I do enjoy their company. I have friends who have moved many miles away, but have taken the time to stay in touch over the years. They fill my life with so much happiness.
My sister is one of my special friends. We've had so many good times, sharing secrets, talking out problems and seeing fun places together. Even though she lives nearly 500 miles away, we still talk, get together, and I don't know what I'd do without her love and support.
I've been lucky to have been married to my best friend and soul mate for over 26 years. We have so much fun together, and I'm so thankful for him.
To my readers -- thank you for your support. I count you all as my friends even though we may have never met in person. You're great and I appreciate you all.
So, as 2013 ends, I want to say thank you. I can't begin to name everyone, but I want you all to know I appreciate you. I love that you care and support me. I wish you all the very best in the new year.
Happy Reading!
Go to http://www.KRBailey.com and learn more about me and my books.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Interviewing Irish Winters
I’m pleased to welcome new
author, Irish Winters, today.
Irish, it’s good to have you
here to talk to us, and I want to say thank you in advance for joining us.
K. R. Bailey: Tell us a little about yourself.
Irish: I am the wife of the man of my dreams, the mother of three handsome
sons, and the grandmother of six perfect grandchildren. My husband and I
live away from the city lights and noise in the countryside of Northern
Utah where I spend most of my days writing and every night dreaming of my
hero’s next adventure.
K. R. Bailey: Talk to us about your journey
becoming a published author. Have you always wanted to write?
Irish: I have written short stories and poetry for as long as I can
remember, but only recently decided to write a novel. My daughter-in-law,
Katie, inspired me to consider publishing. We bounce ideas off each
other, laugh about our fictional relationships, and console each other
through rejects and harsh critiques.
K. R. Bailey: I understand you have a new book
expected to be released in December, the first in a series of many
stories. Tell us a little about your series and your new book.
Irish: The title of my first book is ALEX, the story of an angry man who
has lost the concept of joy in his life. Still suffering from the tragic
loss of his wife and child, he is at a point in his life where he’s had
enough. He just wants to be left alone. The only flaw to his self-pitying
plan is an abused woman named Kelsey. It is in helping her that he begins
to remember the gentle man he used to be, and that life truly is a gift.
Their journey takes them through murder and mayhem, testing their
feelings for each other to the limits. It is only when he stands to lose
Kelsey that he must face his worst enemy—himself.
K. R. Bailey: What inspired your ‘In The Company
of Snipers’ Series?
Irish: The series came about by accident. After I had written ALEX and
created his covert surveillance company, it provided the perfect
springboard for additional novels. After all, he had to hire specific
people for that kind of job. Who better for covert surveillance than
ex-military snipers? And who better for a good romance story than a
strong warrior who just may have his own backstory, trauma, and angst to
deal with? Voila! A series was born.
K. R. Bailey: If you had to pick a favorite
character from your stories, who would it be and why would you choose that
person?
Irish: I love all my guys and gals, but I am partial to Kelsey because
she sees right through the tough guy she married. She reminds Alex of the
kind man he used to be and still can. She believes in him.
K. R. Bailey: Can you give us an excerpt from
your story?
From ALEX, In the Company of Snipers:
Suddenly,
his sniper’s sixth sense pinged. Something wasn’t right. But what? A bear? A
cougar? He heard nothing, and the dogs hadn’t raised any alarm. Caution
tightened his stride. There sat Smoke, still as stone, his ears pitched forward
at something on the porch. He glanced up at Alex, and then right back to
whatever—or whoever—was on the porch.
Someone’s in my cabin. Alex pulled his
pistol free of its thigh holster. People
have a lot of nerve these days.
“What’s up, Smokey?” He
kept his voice low, approaching along the side of the log structure with
caution. Glancing sideways and around, nothing revealed the source of his
anxiety. The weathered porch creaked under his cautious step. He froze.
What the—?
There stood Whisper on
the porch with his lips pulled back, his canines bared, and standing
protectively over the splayed legs of—a what? A department store mannequin? A
dead body? He couldn’t believe what he saw. Those outstretched legs belonged to
a young woman sprawled against his cabin door, her head bowed to her chest, her
hands limp at her side, palms up. Covered with blackened patches of blood and
bruises, she looked dead.
Whisper growled, for an
instant threatening both master and canine companion.
“Knock it off.” Alex
brushed the dog out of his way, annoyed the mutt thought he could get away with
that kind of behavior. There was no contest. This was no fresh kill, and
Whisper wouldn’t have won if it were. The dog whined once and backed away,
relinquishing the porch to Alex, his tail tucked between his back legs.
Alex knelt beside the
woman, feeling her neck for a pulse. It took a few seconds to locate, but a
weak beat stuttered beneath his fingertips. Lifting the tangled mass of hair
away from her face, he ducked closer to get a better look. Her eyes popped
open.
“Don’t hurt me,” she
moaned, shielding her face with her arm. “Please—”
“Who are you?” Instantly,
he was angry she would say something like that, but she didn’t answer. Her head
lolled to her shoulder. He knelt closer, peering into her bloodied face. Did she just die?
“No,” he ground out
between clenched teeth. “You started this. You’d better not die on me now.”
Whisper whined, crowding
Alex while he eased the woman to her back. “Back off.” He elbowed the dog. “Get
out of here.”
Whisper only stepped back
two feet, turned a full circle, and came right back.
Alex pressed his ear to
the woman’s chest, holding his breath while he listened for a heartbeat. It was
there and fairly steady considering how bad she looked-and smelled. Sweat and
dirt was not the welcome he had expected at his cabin. Neither was she. A
ragged groan sounded deep in her throat. Okay. That was a good sign. Maybe she
heard him. Maybe she actually listened and decided not to die.
He sat back on his legs
and blew out a deep breath, his heart pounding at this abrupt about-face to
what had been a relaxing afternoon walk. Glancing at the immediate forest
around his cabin, he searched for a reason this mess of a woman would be here
on his porch. There was nothing. No one. Just her.
He ruffled Whisper’s
thick black mane. “Sorry, tough guy, but you’ve got to give me some room to
work, okay?”
Still trying to calm
down, he checked her pulse again and smoothed his hands over her shoulders,
down her arms, hips and thighs. It didn’t look like she had anything major
wrong with her, no broken legs or arms, but there was plenty of what looked
like road-rash across her extremities and dried blood in her hair. As bad as
she looked, he was afraid of a gunshot, but he found nothing. A concussion was
a possibility, but it’s not like he was a doctor. He’d had some medical
training in the Corps. A man didn't survive warfare without knowing how to
tourniquet a bloody limb or plug a sucking chest wound, but this was different.
This was a woman.
Damn. What do I do now?
Whisper nestled his big
black snout over Alex’s shoulder like he was offering free advice with his
whine.
“I know.” Alex scratched
the dog’s nose. “You found her. Now what do we do with her? You got any bright
ideas?”
Whisper slapped the porch
once with his moose-sized paw.
“No. You can’t keep her.
She’s not a toy,”
K. R. Bailey: What are you currently working on?
Irish: Self-Publishing ALEX! When I’m not stressing over that, I am
polishing Book #11 – ADAM, and editing Book #3 – ZACK. Oh yes, and Book
#12 is already 15,000 words and counting, so yeah. I’m a writer.
K. R. Bailey: Who has had the most influence on
you as an author?
Irish: My mother, Mary Rose Meagher. She always believed and although
she watches me from the other side of the veil today, I know those Irish
eyes are still smiling.
K. R. Bailey: What was the first book you read
that made you love reading romance? Do you have a favorite author?
Irish: Definitely Jane Eyre, by English writer Charlotte Brontë.
Ooooh! The angst of Mr. Rochester, the ideal bad boy – a married man! Oh,
my!
My favorite author? Right now - Tiffinie Helmer. I want to write
like her when I grow up! (So loved Garrett in ‘Hooked.” What is it about
a guy in uniform?)
K. R. Bailey: Do you do anything special to set
the mood for you to write?
Irish: I light a scented candle, shut the door to my office, and invite
my guys and gals in to join me. I write no matter what. Some days it is
total crap, but the next morning, after my brain has worked overnight, a
better story emerges from the muck. I get my best ideas when I sleep. Don’t
you?
K. R. Bailey: I understand you’re a very prolific
writer. Tell us about your writing day.
Irish: I follow the philosophy of Nike—JUST DO IT!
That means I start each day at 5AM (sometimes sooner, sometimes
later), enter the alternate universe of my office, and I write in my
pajamas until my husband rolls out of bed. Depending on what his plans
are for the day, I usually return to my office and write until
dinnertime. Sometimes later. Sometimes all day. After all, I am retired.
K. R. Bailey: What’s the one thing you do to
pamper yourself?
Irish: A good margarita works wonders.
K. R. Bailey: We’re just going into the holiday
season. As an author, how do you juggle your schedule to find time to
write and still enjoy the season?
Irish: That is a lot like asking me how do I breathe during the
holidays. Writing is not something I have to find time for. It’s who I
am. I cannot imagine a day without it.
K. R. Bailey: Do you have a holiday memory that
stands out in your mind?
Irish: My first Christmas with my husband. We were so poor and so
stupidly in love; could hardly afford a Christmas tree. That was forty
plus years ago. My only thought then was that if we were together, that
was all we needed. Guess it worked.
K. R. Bailey: If you could give an aspiring
writer some advice, what would it be?
Irish: A great man once told me that if you really want to do something,
no one can stop you. BUT – if you really don’t want to do something, no
one can help you. Follow the advice of NIKE – Just do it. Decide. Now.
Today. Do it!
K. R. Bailey: How can readers find out more about your stories?
Irish: Check out my web-site:
IrishWinters.com.
Blog: IrishWinters.blogspot.com
K. R. Bailey: How can readers contact you?
Irish: Web-site: IrishWinters.com.
K. R. Bailey: Is there anything else you’d like
to tell us?
Irish: Thank you, Kathy for inviting me! This has been fun. To all my
readers and fellow writers, Merry Christmas! May you all receive exactly
what you wish for in the coming year!
Thanks for joining us. I know
I’m looking forward to your In The Company of Snipers books.
Here's the links to buy Alex, Book 1.
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/irish-winters-alex?store=allproducts&keyword=irish+winters+alex
Happy Reading!
KRBailey.com
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