Please welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, J.C. McKenzie today! We’re celebrating her new release, “The Shucker’s Booktique.” I’m really looking forward to reading this story! Also, don’t forget to enter the rafflecopter for a chance to win some fabulous prizes.
Yet, before I give you a peek into her new book, here is my interview…
Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
I’m a “toddler is asleep” writer. Anytime my little man takes a break, I run to my laptop and madly type away my ideas before I lose them. I also keep a little journal in my purse where I can scribble down stuff.
Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?
My current WIP is the fourth book of my Carus Series with Andrea “Andy” McNeilly, getting into the think of it (again) and using her sass and skills to (hopefully) get out of it. There’s some pretty emotional stuff planned for this book and the next (last) of the series, and I’m both dying in anticipation and dreading the moments where I’ll have to delve deep and write those scenes.
How do you relax after a day of writing?
What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
There’s two pictures: one of my son in a bubble bath when he was one, and the other is a wedding photo of me and my husband.
Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer? Champagne
Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Scottish burr
Kilt or Leather pants? Kilt
Print book or e-reader? E-reader
After her fiancé dumps her and her beloved Aunt Jenny goes missing, Willa Eklund travels to Lobster Cove with a broken heart to search for Jenny while running her bookstore. When a mysterious man visits the Shucker’s Booktique on a stormy night drenched in rain and covered in mud, Willa’s heart melts under his stormy gaze. She wants Lon and the answers he may have, but he also has a secret. Can Willa trust him?
Lon Devlin is a Tempest, a water sprite who can only take a human form during stormy nights. He rides the waves, lives by the tides, and nothing can hold him down, not even a beautiful woman. When he visits his mortal friend, he discovers she’s missing and her intriguing niece has taken her place. He wants Willa, but he also wants answers. What happened to Jenny?
Thump! Thump! Thump!
No! She gasped. It couldn’t be. The banging on the front door of the booktique had to be a figment of her imagination. She couldn’t will Lon into existence. Why would he come back? Especially if he was involved. Unless…cold ice prickled up her spine…unless he needed to eliminate her to take care of loose ends.
No. Crazy thoughts, Willa. He could’ve taken care of her the night before. No, her heart hammered against her chest for a different reason. But it didn’t matter. The knocking on the door wouldn’t, couldn’t be him.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Could it? She clutched her hot mug in both hands and turned toward the doorway leading to the bookstore. From the kitchen in the back room, she had a clear view through the store to the front door, but not who stood on the other side.
“Willa!” Lon growled. “Wake up and let me in!”
Willa gasped and almost dropped her cup. The tea sloshed around and some spilled over her hands. It burned, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Somehow the air got trapped inside her throat. Why was he here? What did he want?
Oh God, let it be me!