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Describe a strong character trait that you possess, good or bad and how it helped you become a published author? I’m stubborn, but you have to be in this business to survive. If you don’t have that ‘dig in your heels’ attitude you won’t make it. There’s so much rejection out there, you have to be stubborn to keep going.
Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of the genre. Did you choose your genre or did it choose you? I’ve always written romance, sometimes an integral part of the story, sometimes a smaller piece of the plotline. But it’s always been there.
Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? I’m a reformed pantser than turned into sort of a hybrid plotter. I still do a lot of my writing as a pantser, but now I have a general idea of my story beats along the way.
Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? In my latest book, Accused, my heroine is deathly afraid of heights—and that is so me.
Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? Wish I could say I’ve tamed that beast, but instead I just get stressed out, as I sit writing blog posts all day today because of a deadline. J
Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? Disaster for sure. My heroines are much cooler under pressure than I am.
Writing inspirations? I listen (see last question), I observe and then speculate. You never know where you’re going to find your next inspiration.
You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? It’s hard to pick one, but if I had to, I’d ask Lee Child what he has in store for Jack Reacher—hey I’d like a preview. And then I’d ask him if he was disappointed that Tom Cruise played his larger than life six foot five two hundred and forty pound character Jack Reacher character in the film version his book, One Shot. While I did like the movie, it was hard for me to get past the size differential.
I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. I eavesdrop. I honestly can’t help myself. I find human interaction fascinating and great fodder for future stories.
by Wendy Byrne
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
Spawned from the depths of every parent’s worst nightmare, Jillian Beckett’s 16 year old troubled son is charged with murder. He’s unable to remember what happened and swears he’s off drugs, but should she believe him? Her ex-husband doesn’t. The high-priced lawyer she hired doesn’t. Where does motherly instinct intersect with reality?
Afraid and alone, she reluctantly enlists the help of her son’s football coach to find the truth of what happened. As they battle to uncover the guilty party, confidences are shattered, lives are on the line, while her son is one step closer to spending his life behind bars.
Sam spotted Travis sitting with his mother. In a sea of average, Jillian Beckett stood out. With a model’s face and body, she drew attention even when dressed in a pair of old jeans and a pink oxford shirt. There was a part of him that found her attractive—okay, a huge part of him—even though it made him feel like shit thinking of her like that. His first priority should be Travis, and it was. It wasn’t the kid’s fault he had a babe for a mom.
He watched her get up and start to pace while Travis sat at the table looking nervous. Neither one seemed to be talking and Sam could sense tension between them even from across the room. It didn’t feel right to interrupt, but he didn’t have a choice once Travis spotted him and waved him over.
Jillian turned and stopped her frantic pacing. Hesitation played out on her face once she saw him. Something was going on between her and Travis and she didn’t want Sam’s interference. Before he could reconsider, Travis walked across the room and ushered him back to their table. “We could use some help, Coach.”
Her face was pale as she shook his hand and they both sat down. At least she’d stopped pacing. Still, he fought the urge to touch her as she clasped and unclasped her hands.
“What’s going on?” Sam didn’t want to linger on thoughts of his past.
Travis looked at his mother, then at Sam, then hung his head. “I am so screwed. The blood on my shirt matches Max Gill’s and the gun I had in my room was used in a killing a while back. I swear I didn’t do either, but the evidence says otherwise.”
Wendy lives in the Chicago area. She has a Masters in Social Work and worked in the child welfare field for twelve years before she decided to pursue her dream of writing.
Between teaching college classes, trying to get her morbidly obese cat to slim down and tempering the will of her five-year-old granddaughter, who’s determined to become a witch when she turns six so she can fly on her broom to see the Eiffel Tower and put hexes on people–not necessarily in that order–somehow Wendy still manages to fit in writing. She spends the remainder of her days inflicting mayhem on her hero and heroine until they beg for mercy.
She has written three books in the Hard Targets trilogy, Hard to Kill, Hard to Trust and Hard to Stop. In addition, she has a contemporary romance through Entangled Publishing called The Millionaire’s Deception, a self-pubbed Christmas short story called The Christmas Curse and two interracial romances, Fractured and Mama Said.