The Bo(d)y Next Door is a romantic mystery about a young woman, Alison, who’s excited to go on vacation with her best friend when a dead body and a hot new neighbor named Dex derail her plans. Al (Alison) soon finds herself the target of the killer, and Dex makes it his personal mission to thwart the killer’s plans and win Al’s heart in the process. It’s not all darkness though. There are a few laughs to be had as well. http://amzn.to/1FCvzHk
The other book I’ve published is an anthology of short stories called Turning Pages: An Anthology Benefiting Literacy Lubbock. There are seven short stories included in it by seven different authors. There are several different genres represented, but each story has a theme of change. I’m really excited about this anthology because 100% of the proceeds go to Literacy Lubbock. I admire the work they do here in my hometown. You can check out their Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/literacy.lubbock?fref=ts or their webpage, http://www.literacylubbock.org/ if you’d like to learn more about the work that they do to improve the lives of others through literacy. http://amzn.to/1sgxTOi
If you could be a character in any novel you've ever read, who would you be and why?
You get a twofer answer for this one. If I could be any character in any book, my first choice would be Savannah Martin from the Savannah Martin mysteries by Jenna Bennett. As for the why, two words—Rafael Collier. Savannah’s one lucky woman. The combination of Rafe’s bad boy persona and Savannah’s Southern belle image makes this series a blast to read, and the chemistry between them is scorching hot. And the second character I would be is Charles Parks from Jamie Lee Scott’s Gotcha Detective Agency mysteries. Charles is intelligent, witty, and has excellent taste. He’s an all-around bad ass, drives a hot car, and dresses better than I do. As soon as I read these books, I said if there were such a thing as reincarnation, I’d want to be Charles in my next life.
Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours.
I think my strangest quirks revolve around food. My food can’t touch on the plate. It drives my husband crazy. I won’t eat the pieces of food that have touched each other. I know it’s strange, but I simply can’t bring myself to put that food in my mouth. When we go to places like Cracker Barrel, I ask if they’ll serve my food in bowls. There are also foods that I won’t eat because I don’t like the texture of them. It has nothing to do with the flavor of the food but rather how it feels in my mouth.
Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched?
My mom rented a house when I was about 12. It was a very old house, and we swore it was haunted. There were times I’d search the house over trying to find who/what was watching me. There were also places in the house where you’d feel bone-chillingly cold. Those places weren’t in the direct line of the air conditioner vents. Even my dog would bark at things that none of us could see. My sister swore that whatever it was lived in the attic, the entrance to which was in her closet, so she’d usually end up coming to my room in the middle of the night because she’d hear noises coming from her closet.
As a child, what did you wish to become when you grew up?
When I was very little, I wanted to be a mommy, a waitress, and a Dallas Cowboy’s cheerleader. I’ve done two of the three. As I grew older, I wanted to be a veterinarian, an archeologist, and Judy Blume. As far as I can recall, she’s the only person I’ve ever said I wanted to be rather than be like.
Sitting alone in a big field, looking at stars, what do you think/feel?
My grandmother and I used to sleep in her back yard on the tri-fold lawn chairs, but only on clear nights. We started out counting the stars, and as I got older, she started pointing out the constellations and telling me the stories behind them. That’s probably what I would think about.
What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
His eyes. Always his eyes. They are the windows to our souls after all.
Share one funniest, one silliest and one wackiest status you have put up on a social networking site.
I think this one encompasses them all. I posted this at almost 2:00 AM, right after I picked myself up off the garage floor.
Valuable lesson learned tonight
Don't try to swat spiders off the area above the door with the flyswatter while wearing wedge flip-flops while standing on the welcome rug.
I swatted the spider, and as it fell, I tried to step back so it would land on the floor rather than on me. One flip-flop got caught on the rug, and I managed to step on the heel of the "stuck" flip-flop with the toe of the other. Then I fell over backward onto the front end of my car, which I slid off of, and landed on the concrete floor on my butt. Grace is not my middle name.