Interview with Author Jordyn Meryl

My guest today is Jordyn Meryl.  Hello!  Welcome back to Writing in the Modern Age!  It’s such a pleasure to have you here again.

Can you tell us a little bit about your latest book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?

My latest book Becca’s Dance came to me in a dream. It is the story of a first love. And how the journey of life will sometimes lead you back to a path you should have taken. Clay and Becca fell in love one summer when they were in their twenties. But sometimes loving someone so much it hurts is what drove Becca to pick not the path she wanted, but the path that was safe. Safe is not always best.

Twenty years later, Clay and Becca’s path cross. Can they rekindle their love or can you not go back?  It debuted in April 2014.  I have favorable reviews (mostly on Amazon) and am pleased with the response it has received. It is available as an ebook on Amazon, Smashwords and in print on Lulu.

Is there anything that prompted your latest book?  Something that inspired you?

The story just came to me and demanded it be written. Clay and Becca wrote the story as we went along. True love fuels the romantic in me.   

So, when did you know you wanted to write?  Or has it always been a pastime of yours?

I always had stories in my head. I thought everyone did.  The invention of the laptop and spell check prompted me to start writing all these stories. Then I found out there were also characters in my head that were going to tell their story. Has it always been a pastime? I remember standing on a deck at Cal Poly and knowing then I wanted to be a wife and mother. Now that I have raised everyone-children, husband, dog and cat-I have the time to write. However I found that since I have become a full-time writer, I need a hobby!  

Do you have any favorite authors?  

Nicholas Sparks inspires my writing. I also like a good tear-jerker.   

Do you write in a specific place?  Time of day?

I have a great writing room with all my stuff.  But my place to write is in the family room, in my comfy chair, in front of a warm fireplace with my dog, Bella, next to me. Time of day? First thing in the morning, with my cup of coffee while all is quiet with the world. 

Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers?  Any advice?

If you have a story in your head, just write it.  It doesn’t have to be perfect, in order or all there.  It will come. I write in scenes, then they all come together at the end.  There is no one way.  If you need to plot it out, do so. Any advice? Never give up. You are never too old to follow a dream. Believe in yourself.  

That's great advice!

Readers, here is the blurb for Becca's Dance. 

The journey of life is not about the path traveled, it’s about the dance.

Remember your first love? The itching in your palms to touch that person, the churning sensation of your stomach when you kiss, or the promise of forever love? A summer romance had all the possibilities for Becca and Clay. But a tragic accident killing two of their friends, sent Becca running away to build a sheltered life, protected from pain.  Clay tried to drown his pain in booze and other women, but failed.  Each picked mates for reasons other than love.

Twenty years later their paths cross as Becca tries to escape from the shame of a divorce, and Clay is living life as a single father to six grown boys. 

In the small community of Lester Lake, love, fate and star-crossed lovers work towards rekindling a first and only true love.    

Here is the blurb.

"Just grab the knot on the rope, push off with your feet.  When the rope stops to swing back, let go,”  Robby patiently explained to Becca.

Becca stood on the edge of a rock cliff at what seemed like miles above the mocking lake.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She glared at Robby.

Strong, young muscular arms reached around her, taking her hands in his, placing both sets on the rope knot, his on top.


His voice vibrated in her ear.  "Just hold on."

With those words, she soared across the lake with Clay's firm body plastered against hers.  At the point the rope hesitated to swing back, Clay pried her hands from the knot, plunging her down.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, holding it.  His fingers intertwined in hers as they hit the water together.  Like a bullet, she shot downward, the water covering her head.  His hands released her as her body spun like a swirling top.  Her eyes still closed, she felt hands around her waist stopping her motion.  Upward the two bodies floated to break the water at the same time.

Becca took a deep gulp of air.  Opening her eyes, face to face with a smiling Clay, her hands rested on his broad shoulders, his hands on her waist.  Treading water together, she couldn't help but let a large gush of laughter escape.  Clay joined her, pulling her into him.  Hugging his neck, fully aware of their bodies intimately melting together, she let the water pull them apart and looked into his eyes.  But his eyes were looking down.

"I think your suit got twisted."  A wicked smile played around his mouth.

Jerking her head down she saw while not exposed, her swimsuit top revealed most of her right boob.  Releasing Clay's neck, she adjusted her top as he held her, watching with a spark of amusement flashing in his smile.  When she felt everything back in the proper place, she looked up at him, narrowed her eyes.

"Enjoying the view?"  She admonished him.

His sexy smile always knocked her in the stomach.  "Yes, I certainly am."

With no warning, he licked the water from her neck.  Smacking his lips, she felt delightful sensations rising.  Wiggling out of his embrace she started swimming for the beach.  She could hear the water splashing behind her.  He never overtook her, although she knew as a strong swimmer, he could at any moment.

When she figured her feet could touch the bottom, she stood, marched up the beach to her blanket.  Grabbing her beach towel she plopped down, glared at Clay finishing his walk towards her.  Reaching her he stood dripping wet, water glistening off his golden tan torso.  With the sun behind him, she could barely see his face, but his electric blue eyes flashed wickedness.

"Want to go again?"  The challenge spiked his tone.

While his offer was tempting, her awareness of her body still trembling from the strong feelings his touch produced in her prevented her from accepting.

"Later.  I want to get some sun."  She laid back, closed her eyes, gripping the blanket at her sides to ease her shaking.

"Okay, later then."  He stepped over her head, leaving drops of water in his wake.  She forced herself not to turn her head to watch his beautiful tight ass walk away. 

Author Bio:

Once living under the guise of a passive, quiet, school librarian, books and kids were the passions which kept her mind fresh.  One day she decided to spread her wings and live the dream of her heart. As she sits in front of her computer, her fingers bring to life the voices in her head. But it is when the night muses visit Jordyn, her spirit rises up to wrap around the stories that float in her dreams.  Land locked in the mid-west, she envisions days on a white sandy beach with a laptop to write all her tales.  Crossing many genres she spins chronicles of romance, paranormal and fantasy, for they are stories worth telling, even at the risk of revealing true feelings.

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