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Monday, September 12, 2016

Katherine Gray- An Unexpected Gift




Happy Monday readers.  Please join me in welcoming fellow TWRP author, the fantastic Katherine Grey. 

Welcome Katherine, Please tell us three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.

A = Approachable
B = Bighearted. I’m told I can be too empathetic.
C = Creative

What are your three favorite things?

Reading, baking, and eating cookies

Are you self- published or with a publishing company (if so, which one?)?

I’m published with The Wild Rose Press.

What for you is the best part of writing? What is the worst?

The best part is writing the first draft. I enjoy the process of getting the story down on paper. The worst part for me is revisions. It takes me longer than it should to revise a manuscript and get it into something that’s publishable.

Is there a process you stick to, or do you just write as it hits you?

I try to write 5 days a week for at least an hour and a half. This doesn’t always happen but as long as I meet my weekly page goal, I consider it a productive week.

What is the ultimate goal you have for your career?

I’d like to write full time and support my family from that income without having to have a job in addition to that.

Describe your perfect day?

It would start out by going out to breakfast with my mom. Afterward we’d go to the library or bookstore. We’d spend the afternoon talking books and reading, then have dinner together and end the evening with a Dairy Queen Blizzard. We don’t have them often, so it’s a special treat.

Favorite item of clothing in your closet?


It’s a sweater my mom made for me. She knit it a few years ago so it’s starting to pill and is a bit out of shape, but it’s the first thing I reach for when I’m cold.





An Unexpected Gift

Blurb:
Known only as Lazarus to the band of cutthroats and thieves he leads, William Prescott will do anything to find his missing sister, even blackmail a fragile young woman into helping him. But he never plans to fall in love with this mysterious woman with a troubled past.

Haunted by the memories of war, Olivia St. Germaine wants nothing more than to live a normal life. But when her brother, a doctor, suddenly leaves town without a word, she is forced to use her medical knowledge to help an injured man who puts her life in danger. Can she keep herself safe as she tends Lazarus, or is her heart more vulnerable than she realizes? 

Excerpt:

Removing her hat, she crossed to the dressing table and pulled the
pins from her hair, letting it tumble down around her
shoulders. She massaged her scalp, then ran her fingers
through the thick strands.

“Watching you do that could give a bloke ideas.”

Olivia whirled around, her hand pressed against her
chest. Her heart stuttered for a moment, then began
racing like that of a runaway horse. She reached behind
her and grabbed her hairbrush. As a weapon, it was the
best she could do. She scanned the shadows for the
intruder.

Lazarus lounged in her favorite reading spot, his
feet crossed at the ankles while he rested his elbows on
the arms of the chair. Situated as it was near the
window, his dark clothing blended in with the shadows
among deep blue drapery. He watched her over his
linked fingers.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here?”

She didn’t answer; the warning she’d received
earlier replayed itself in her mind. Fear ran its fingertip
down her spine.

“Shall I tell you then?” He stood with slow careful
movements, then advanced on her until there was no
more than a hair’s breadth between them.

She took a step back and banged into the dressing
table, setting the small collection of bottles jangling.

“Afraid?”

Olivia shook her head. “Of course not.”


“You should be.”

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