Can you tell us a little bit about your book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?
The Danish Pastry is one of my latest books that I dared let the public read. It
is the result of my learning to read again
therapy. I learned to read again in 2011. It was released in 2012. It’s
available on Amazon.
Is there anything that
prompted your latest book? Something that inspired you?
As part
of my therapy to learn to read, I wrote. To this day, I can write better than I
can read—which sort of proves how whacky I am. I wanted to write a simple
romance that my grandchildren could read. I based the book on my actual Danish
ancestry and most of the characters are based on some of my dearest
Internet/Avon friends. No kidding.
Wanting to create a fun-to-read romance was my inspiration.
Great! So, when did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
I came
down with the umbilical urge to write, tell stories, tell stories to get people
in trouble—not viciously or anything, but fun trouble. However, I’m the one
that always ended up in trouble—some stories were just too unbelievable, I
guess. 'Twas fun though.
When I
became a mother of young children, I’d make up bedtime stories. I had the best
time doing that—although the stories never put my children to sleep. I guess I was too animated.
Do you have any favorite authors?
I have a
lot of favorite authors. The one I like the very most is J. D. Salinger.
Do you write in a specific place? Time of day?
Yes. I
have my own office. It’s so cute, decorated with all things Hobby Lobby.
I write everyday while my husband is at work. When he comes home, I
spend my evenings with him. Ahhhh . . . 'tis a great life.
Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers? Any advice?
Yes. I’d
tell my fellow authors to write, write, write—even if they never get
published—it’s so therapeutic. I’d tell them to never give up—the first ten
years are the hardest.
Here is the blurb for The Danish Pastry.
What do you get when a runaway princess lands in the arms of a
playboy who is haunted by a ghost at the hotel where he works? A whole lot of
trouble. Leslee Larsen, a innocent from Denmark, gets more than she bargains
for when she meets Dax, California’s biggest and slickest playboy at the Hotel
Del Coronado in San Diego. Is it just a coincidence that she looks just like
the ghost that haunts the famous hotel? Has Dax, the master manipulator and
playboy fallen in love with the princess or the ghost? He may never know
because Leslee has packed up and left for Denmark feeling that she had been
conned like so many of the other women Dax has known in his past.
Here is an excerpt.
As Dax came closer, her heart fluttered. He stood so close she
could feel his breath, the heat of his body, the
magnetism of his soul. She froze, torn by royal principles, if she could she’d will her royalty away.
He stepped even closer. She stepped back—up against the
wall—with nowhere else to go.
Dax leaned over and whispered in her ear, “May I kiss you?”
The princess peeped, “You may,” then offered a quivering hand,
expecting him to kiss it as he bowed before her. Instead, he took her hand and
wrapped it around his waist. She gulped.
Gently pulling her head to his, she felt his lips touch her
cheek like a whisper. He moved his mouth over hers, gently, devouring her
softness, leaving her lips burning with fire. Her first kiss . . . what a
doozy. She wanted more. But, that was all she could handle for one day.
She pulled away and mumbled under her breath, “I’m not in
Denmark anymore.”
Author Bio
I was
born with a loose screw. I'm not kidding, I was. It has gotten me into trouble
and out of trouble, so I can't
complain about being a little daft.
I was
also born with an umbilical urge to write - or - tell stories - made up ones.
That got me into a lot of trouble, and out of trouble, so, I can't complain. :)
In
1991, I became a VERY famous artist.
Okay, I might have lied about the very famous
part. I drew, painted, and wrote painting instructions for a publisher. I had 13
painting books published - which is weird, because I never considered myself an
artist. I was a faux artist, I guess.
Then
in 2005, a simple medical procedure went terribly wrong that landed me in the
ICU on life-support because of respiratory and multiple organ failure. Even
though I beat the odds and survived, docs said my brain crashed (like how a
computer crashes) and needed to be rebooted.
The
good news was I had a brain. The bad news was it wasn't working. I had to
relearn how to walk, go upstairs, comb my hair, etc. Forget about reading.
In
2010, I learned how to read and write again. The Danish Pastry
is the result of my learning to
read therapy. Writing became a sort of therapy for me to help me deal with
living a new life with a disability. I never did get my faux artistic
skills back, but that's okay. I didn't have them to begin with. ;)
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