I am also a graphic designer and enjoy creating custom book covers for other authors. I also love anything involving fine arts, especially pottery and clay sculpture.
In my limited free time, I enjoy reading and pretty much anything outdoors. I love to fish, scallop, hunt, hike, swim—anything to enjoy the Florida sunshine. When and why did you begin writing? I actually started writing as an outlet, a way to relieve stress.
When Cynthia Shepp announced she would be doing another anthology, I decided to submit a short story, Voices of the Soul, just for fun. Not only did Cynthia love the story and pushed me to continue with the fictional adventure, but many other people said I needed to pursue publishing independently. What inspired you to write your first book? Do you have a specific writing style? I want to write about characters that will leave the reader on the edge of their seat, eager to continue with the story while holding their breath with each turn of the page. What are you reading right now? I actually took a little break from reading to finish my latest novel.
Now I have to get back into the reading groove. Who are some of your favorite authors? This is a difficult question because I have so many. Is there a particular movie that you preferred over the book version? Not that I can recall. Book is always better. Do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks? Out on my second story balcony, facing the lake in my back yard. What music are you listening to at the moment?
What is something you hate doing? Cleaning and doing housework. I mean, who likes doing housework?
Dishes and matching socks are at the top of my hate list. Oh, and making my kids clean their room. Where does the inspiration for your characters come from? Most of the time, my characters are completely fabricated.
Vary rarely do I have a specific person who inspires my characters. What are your quirky habits? The only quirky habit I can think of is I like to rub the smooth part of my fingernail over my lips while I think.
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Self-editing is VERY hard. No matter how skilled someone is with editing and proofing other works, editing your own writing is a whole different ballgame. The last thing you will want is a bad review because of poor editing. Is there anything you want to tell your readers? I just need to find time to get the words down.
Can you tell us a little bit about what you are currently working on? I just finished the second book in the Cornerstone Series and sent to my editor yesterday So, after taking a little breather, I plan to work on a new untitled novel I already have in progress about a fiery redhead who works as a fashion photographer. The story starts out in Berlin where she meets a cute guy she wants to have an international fling with before she heads back to the states. In addition to this quick little fling, she really has her eyes set on her boss, but never entertains the idea of moving in due to their professional relationship.
She will struggle with the internal battles any woman does when she lusts after two gorgeous guys. How about a little teaser? Unedited excerpt from an untitled WIP German snippets also unedited :. Several models shuffled around my equipment in any attempt to navigate through the dilapidated and cluttered quarters. I heard one of our Russian models curse as she managed to plow over the leg of my main light stand, effectively screwing up my lighting. The run-down building nestled in the trendy central Berlin district of Mitte was once a swinging cabaret club.
For decades, it sat alone and forgotten, hidden inside the courtyard of another property. Fortunately, we were the first publication to be granted access for a full-blown photo shoot. Fashion photography in abandoned or run-down buildings was becoming a huge trend. Even though the models were less than thrilled to be ankle deep in eighty-year-old rubble, the scene was ingenious. I could hear a male model in the other room complaining about yet another issue with his wardrobe.
Honestly, the male models were way more of a challenge than the females. Framing her in my viewfinder, my last female model of the day was wearing a white wedding gown and sitting along what looked to be a small stage. With an idea suddenly popping into my head, I grabbed the arm of one of our male models inching by and told him to go lay his head in her lap. The scene was perfect since he was only wearing a pair of slacks and dress shoes.
No shirt was needed for a diamond-in-the-rough shot like this one. The beautiful, leggy blonde with smoky eyes and silky curls looked elegant in contrast to the ruin around her. The small stage she sat on had a few wide, shallow steps leading down which allowed her to drape the dress and prop her leg on the top step. The muscular and slightly scruffy looking male model took a natural position on the next step below her, gently placing his head in her lap and looking up at her as if she were his reason for breathing.
Knowing exactly what I wanted, he quickly scuttled over to the male model with a spray bottle of water and proceeded to spray his muscles, neck, and face, making it look like the man was glistening with perspiration. She was a natural and took it upon herself to continue with several more heartbreaker poses. I had a dream about these two models last night. Each time the shutter closed then opened within my camera, I saw the visions—flashes of my dream—tiny snapshots of their future together. It was as if putting them together in those mere few seconds of chance would break the ice and allow them to get to know one another.
I was such a sap. So, when my visions saw them happy and healthy, I got all gooey inside. Of course, I would never admit my weaknesses to anyone. No one needed to know my soft side.
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I brought my camera bag closer to my face and sniffed the fresh leather. God, it smelled so much more wonderful than the stuffy building and grime we were stirring up. I probably looked like a nutcase for sniffing my bag. Tyson Bond was extremely handsome, very full of himself, a little hotheaded, and lucky me… he was my supervisor.
Going to school with the infuriating man was tolerable, mainly because I could avoid him for the most part.
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But to have him as my boss was just icing on the craptastic cake. My boots began an upbeat clopping rhythm along the wide stones of the sidewalk as I made my way back to the main square. Without fail, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Ask it above. Jonah has never experienced a woman more stunning than the beauty that haunted his dreams.
Although his dreams had every feeling of reality, he woke up every morning with the stark realization that those Amethyst eyes were only a figment of his imagination. His talents proved to be the only way to recreate his dreams. Her beauty was his constant. Create Widget. About Rene Folsom. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret… Learn more about Rene Folsom.
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