Ann has graciously agreed to answer a few questions for us:
What is your greatest temptation:
In men: Dark eyes and a sweet smile – a six-pack doesn’t hurt (hey, that describes my hubby)
In food: Chocolate and/or nachos
In clothes: Sweaters and jackets – I have way too many
What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)? Books! I can’t resist buying books.
If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? I had a Camaro SS. I want another. Of course I also had a Jeep CJ5 that I loved. Nah, I’ll go with the Camaro. Speed can blow away depression on a sunny day (if you have the right music and it’s loud enough).
Your dream home – mountains or ocean? Both! One for winter, one for summer.
What inspired you to become a writer? My childhood. I had to do something to make sense of it.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. I like to write early in the morning before dawn creeps in and brings with it all my daily responsibilities. Darkness, my laptop, and a cup of good coffee, that’s my routine.
What is your favorite book? The Crystal Cave or Night Shift
What is your favorite movie? The Terminator or The Bourne series
Who is your favorite historical figure? Abraham Lincoln
In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? Big John and his dog Turk are the co-heroes of Stutter Creek, my first romantic suspense. However, Woody (the young detective who reappeared later in Copper Lake) and Reece, my main character’s soul mate in THE REMAINS IN THE POND, are both blond surfers so it’s a really hard choice. Oooh, I left out Chet Boone, the critter catcher who caught our protagonist, Ella, in Lilac Lane. He was a real softhearted hunk. The best kind.
Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? Gabi in THE REMAINS IN THE POND is sort of an anti-heroine. She runs away from her problems until she is forced—literally—to face them (when she is arrested for murder). Beth, the heroine in Stutter Creek, also tried to run from her problems. She was quite the whine-bag until it came down to saving the life of a child. That’s when she finally dug deep enough within herself to locate her previously-unknown store of courage.
What do you have out now? Excerpt, blurb, book trailers. Here’s an excerpt from THE REMAINS IN THE POND
I pulled out of the lot and circled the pond as far as I could go. The gravel road didn’t loop around the entire thing, only about three quarters of the way, and then you were forced to turn around in the only remaining wide spot unless you wanted to get out and have a picnic beneath the single stand of oaks tall enough to give good shade.
Of course I didn’t need any shade now. And I really didn’t want to get out of the car. This seemed too weird. I put the car in reverse and executed a careful turnaround. When my headlights picked out the figure at the edge of the water, I inhaled sharply. It was not what I expected to find.
I rolled down my window. “Rose?” I called. “Is that you?”
A branch cracked, a shadow moved, and panic slid between my ribs like a blade. The figure turned toward my headlights, definitely female. She wore her long hair lose and flowing. Under the moonlight, I couldn’t be certain if the woman’s hair was red or light brown.
“What are you doing here?” No answer. “Where’s Matt?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to show her I wasn’t afraid. I put the car in PARK and opened my door tentatively, putting one foot on the ground.
She stared into my headlights, one hand shielding her eyes like a sailor looking for land, and then, like a flash, she ran straight at me. Straight toward my little Honda with the window rolled down. Her hair flew out behind her and it was all so surreal that for a moment, I simply sat there, paralyzed. Then she raised her right hand above her head. In her grip, I caught a glimpse of silver.
New releases anytime soon? I have two YA novels ready for editing. The first one is Book 4 in Stevie-girl and the Phantoms series. The second one is about a girl who paints—and causes a school-wide ruckus because of it.
Where can eager fans find you? Follow me and/or stalk me at the following links. I love chatting with readers.
Senior prom is the happiest night of Gabi’s life. Her crush has just revealed that he is every bit as infatuated with her as she is with him. When he has a car wreck and is transported to the hospital in a coma, Gabi feels as if she’s taken a knife to the heart. But his jealous cousin, Rose, sees her chance to give the knife an even harder twist. She convinces Gabi to meet her at a local parking spot outside town. It’s a night that will change several lives forever. One of the girls will return, and one will become known as the remains in the pond.
And Wait for it! Another exciting excerpt!
I pushed my glasses up and took a deep breath. “We were in love. I know that’s what teenagers always think, but in our case, it was true.”
The unsmiling detective simply stared at me and pulled out his little notebook. His burnished head gleamed under the fluorescents.
Why wasn’t he writing in that notebook? He just held it, as if he found nothing I said worth noting.
The room grew cold and I began to shiver. Probably some sort of tactic; turning down the temperature to make me uncomfortable. Just like this little waiting game. Waiting me out to make me talk. I’d seen enough crime TV to recognize these schemes. I took a sip of the Diet Coke he’d brought—to make me feel grateful, I suppose—and immediately regretted it because it made me need to burp.
I let the little bubble of gas explode in my closed mouth and began to talk to cover the sound. “We fell in love at prom. We were both with other people. I went with Asa and he brought Rose.” I sat up straighter in the hard-backed chair and hoped I’d said enough to placate him.
The detective sat chill, one ankle propped on the opposite knee. I got the impression he wanted to be my best friend.
I don’t know why I started talking again. I think it had something to do with the way he looked at me, as if he already knew everything I wanted to tell him, because yes, suddenly I did want to tell him. I’d held onto the truth for too long.
I wanted to tell him everything about that night.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ann has been a writer since junior high school, but to pay the bills she’s waited tables,delivered newspapers, cleaned other people’s houses, taught school, and even had a short stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher.
Ann’s stories began to win awards in her college days. Since then she’s published novels, novellas, and short stories. But even if no one ever bought another book, Ann wouldn’t stop writing. For her it’s the cathartic pause in a sometimes-crazy world. Most of the time, it even keeps her sane.
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