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The horse has nothing to do with this book. I just like them! Linda

Jayne has agreed to an interview today, and I’d like to introduce her and her new book, If Wishes were Horses, a Contemporary Women’s Fiction from The Wild Rose Press. Jayne, you have the stage (and the microphone).

Let me take a moment to thank you, Linda, for hosting me. The support and encouragement of my fellow authors is one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever experienced. You’re the best.

Jayne York

Thank you!

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What is your greatest temptation:

In men: Honey, a smooth line and a pretty face. Me, too!

In food: I’m an equal opportunity grazer. About the only things I’ll turn down flat is uncooked seafood of any type. Blech.

In clothes: Comfort. I’ve gotten attached to sweatpants.

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Since I’m dreaming, I’d like both please; a cozy warm log arrangement on a remote mountain and a cool breezy beach cottage with a sea glass mobile on the porch.

What inspires you as a writer? Music? Movies? TV? Books?

It’s easier to list those things that don’t inspire me. Rap music – it makes me anxious. War movies – they make me sad. Car commercial deluges drive me nuts. I can’t read slasher novels, but that doesn’t keep me from admiring the craft that goes into their making.

Do you have a pet? Please share.

My cat George, a gray and white tuxedo marked short hair is my lap warmer on cold days and quiet comfort in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping but can’t.

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

“If Wishes Were Horses” is my first book, so the choice is automatic. Michael McCandlis is a wounded, Navy SEAL forced into retirement. A looker with a killer smile and a good heart. He’s adrift in civilian life and looking for a reason to stick around on this planet. Attraction to my heroine, Emily Converse, blindsides him. Unsure of himself for the first time, he stumbles a bit but finally gets it right.

Who is your favorite heroine, and please introduce her?

Emily Converse is a newly minted forty-year-old independent woman on a mission. She raised her little brother and rescued him countless times. Like countless other people who have lived through the warzone that comes hand in glove with loving an addicted person, she balances precariously on the line between helping and enabling. And, she thinks she has it handled till she’s forced into one last rescue. Along the way she crosses paths and trajectories with Michael. She doesn’t care to admit her need for help, but with a man like Mike it’s tempting to let down her guard. Sparks of all different varieties ensue.

Got to admit, I love them together.

What do you have out now?

As I mentioned before, “If Wishes Were Horses” is my debut novel. It’s a labor of love, and I hope you’ll all do me the honor of reading it.

New releases anytime soon?

My WIP is a heist tale that I hope will be out next summer. It’s tentatively entitled “Midnight Acquisition.” I’m editing it now and then it’s on to submission. Wish me luck.

Where can eager fans find you?

Website: jayneyork.com (subscribe to get on my mailing list)

Email: jayne@jayneyork.com

Twitter: @YorkAuthor

FaceBook: JayneYorkAuthor

ABOUT IF WISHES WERE HORSES!:

BLURB:
Emily Converse never expected to return to Tamarack, Colorado. But she’s determined to rescue her drug-addicted brother and start a new life. Standing in her way, she finds her stepfather, a powerful US senator, looming over her future like the ever-present monster he’d been during their childhood. Meeting wounded retired Navy SEAL, Michael McCandlis, is a steamy surprise in her homecoming, though he’s adrift in civilian life. Together can they find a way to transform from victims to survivors?

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EXCERPT:
Once upon a time, she’d run away from Tamarack like her heels were on fire, and now here she was volunteering to step back into the furnace. What was the definition of insanity? Doing the same things over and over, expecting a different outcome. Like if she managed to change, be stronger, be smarter, things would turn out better—different. It wouldn’t be that simple. She downshifted the Jeep to slow for the last of the S-shaped turns on the narrow ribbon of asphalt. The road led her past the pretentious granite columns that marked her stepfather’s compound. She wasn’t consciously holding her breath, but a trickle of fear dribbled down her spine just the same. Her molars ground together in determination. The past wouldn’t decide her present, not ever again. In spite of herself, images of her last day on his estate flashed through her mind like the herky-jerky frames of a child’s flip deck animation. Fear sharpened every visual, clarified every word, enhanced every touch. She’d run down the steps, racing for her car. He’d charged after her, smelling of alcohol and fury when he tried to stop her headlong rush toward an unknown future. They’d screamed out their mutual hatred, all the bitter dregs of their time together. She smirked when she remembered getting in the lucky shove that had landed him in a heap on the ground. It had been her first glimpse that Senator Ray Domenico was not the invincible, all-powerful monster she’d known him to be.

PURCHASE LINK:

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Wishes-Were-Horses-Jayne-York-ebook/dp/B07TVW54GQ

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/if-wishes-were-horses-jayne-york/1132549195?ean=9781509227259

Google Books: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jayne_York_If_Wishes_Were_Horses?id=gt6oDwAAQBAJ

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/if-wishes-were-horses-35

ABOUT JAYNE:

I’ve been an avid reader and sometime writer all of my life. I’ve never been able to resist the draw of a good story, and that has been true in my professional life as well. I was raised as the third of three children in the Colorado high country. Early on I discovered the joy of creating handcrafted jewelry, which led to a forty-five-year career as a professional jeweler. Every customer, every piece has its own story. I’ve collected them like pearls in a strand, and I often use them as a jumping-off point for the tales I tell. If you’re looking for me, you’ll find me on the shores of a northern lake, hammering away on my latest story of love and life in the modern world. ~*~ Find Jayne online at: http://www.JayneYork.com