Sunday, October 30, 2016

Leanna Sain- Red Curtains

Happy Sunday readers. 

Please join me in welcoming TWRP author, Leanna Sain 
to the blog, as she shares her new book, Red Curtains, 
and tell us a little about herself.

Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.

Creative, old-fashioned,  farmer-girl

What are your three favorite things?

Writing,  taking care of animals, kayaking

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

Publishing company: The Wild Rose Press

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

The best part of writing for me is when the characters take over the story and carry it off in an uplanned direction. I call that the “magic.” I just hold on for the ride, typing as fast as my fingers will go.  When I come to the end of that scene, I just sit back, almost out of breath, and say, “Whew! Didn’t see THAT coming.”
There are two “worst parts.” One… painting myself into a corner. The antedote to that usually comes while I’m in the shower. I think, maybe the steam lubricates my brain so it’s able to come up with a solution. Two…having ideas coming at me like machine-gun fire and being unable to write because I’m in the middle of one job or another. My husband and I own a Amish furniture store and it keeps us pretty darn busy, and living on a farm, like I do, there are always unplanned jobs that MUST be done first.  Very frustrating.

         Was there any particular inspiration for your characters or story?

                  The story seed for RED CURTAINS came from a trip to Savannah, Georgia. It was our first visit there, and a celebration of our 26th anniversary. While we waited for a tour bus, a homeless man, wearing a long trench coat over ragged layers of
                  clothing, and a goofy court-jester type hat with little bells on the ends of each dangly point, sauntered up to a mailbox and proceeded to sprinkle some invisible substance around the base of a mailbox while chanting some unknown language.
                  Boom! I had a story. Once on the bus, I jotted notes furiously, my mind going much faster than I could transfer them to paper.  This character became Lily in Red Curtains.

         Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?

         Red Curtains is the first book of my GRITS series. (Girls-Raised-In-The-South)  It’s a different kind of “series” in that each book will be a stand-alone story with no overlapping character. They will all feature a strong, creative Southern girl and be
         set somewhere in the South, and will be in the romantic suspense genre.  I’ve already signed a contract for the next one (Half-Moon Lake), and have two more already completed, and two more outlined. There are many, many more in my

                  When writing, which do you prefer to write with, computer or paper and pen?

                 I write the first draft on my computer, all the way through, from beginning to end, creating what I call a “story skeleton.” Once I have the skeleton, I go back through and add l the rest of the body: muscles, heart and lungs, “plumping it up,” and
                 making it come alive. Once that’s done, I print it off and read through, adding scenes where I feel like they’re needed. Sometimes scenes get moved around for a smoother story. There’s a lot of scribbling in the margins, circled portions with
                 arrows pointing where things need to move, etc. Then I go back to the computer and make the necessary changes. After that, I have some trusted author buddies who read it and give honest evaluation and suggestions. That’s it.

Dead bodies, fake money and falling in love were NOT part of the assignment.

Cleo Davis must find a model for her senior art project or she won’t graduate. When she discovers Lily Telfair-Gordon, she gets more than just an eccentric old woman who spouts famous quotes, talks to ghosts, and wears a weird hat. Lily has unwittingly stumbled upon a counterfeiting ring, and Cleo gets dragged right into the middle of it.

Jonas Holmes, an investigative reporter for the local paper, is asking the question: why do bodies of homeless men keep showing up in the river? But the homeless are scared and won’t talk to him. When he finds Cleo and Lily, he thinks his problems are solved; he doesn’t realize that they’re just

While romance blossoms between Cleo and Jonas, they work together to see how the two things are connected, but will they find out before it’s too late?


“Cleo!” she greeted me joyously, as if we were long, lost friends instead of mortal enemies. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Ellie.” Her eyes narrowed at my mispronunciation, but she didn’t correct me. I gave her a cold stare. The only thing that kept me from yanking her out of my seat by her dark rooted, bottle-blond hair was sheer, iron will.
“I saw you come in earlier,” she trilled in her fake- friendly voice. “I wanted to be sure to come tell you ‘hi.’ Imagine my disappointment when I finally made it to your table and found you were gone. But luckily...” 
she gave Jonas an impudent smile. “...this nice man 
was good enough to let me sit here and wait for you.” 

Finally made it to my table? Yeah, right. I was sure 
she’d waited—on purpose—for me to leave before she 
swooped in. I’d seen this act before, and I thought I was 
ready for it, but I guess I wasn’t. When she finished her 
little performance with a wink, I think I may have growled. 

“Well, that worked out well for you, didn’t it?” My 
smile was brittle. One false move and my face might 
shatter into a thousand little pieces. I waited stiffly for 
her to vacate my seat. Could a person’s blood actually 

Jonas was casting an uncertain look between the 
two of us. I’m sure he was astute enough to feel the 
undercurrents. He might not understand them, but he 
had to be aware of them. 

Then he sort of jumped, shoulders stiffening, eyes 
widening in shock as he stared across the table. What 
was that about? I glanced at Ellie, looking for an 
answer. Uh-oh. I knew that look. I’d seen her use it 
often enough. It was her “come and get me” expression—gazing up through her mascara thickened 
lashes, a seductive smile curving her lips, promising 
things I didn’t even want to know about—the look that 
reduced men to puppy-like creatures, eager to please. A 
movement under the table caught my eye and my jaw 
dropped. Ellie’s stiletto-clad foot was rubbing suggestively up and down Jonas’ leg. Obviously, Ellie 
had no intention of relinquishing her spot at the table. 

Oh, no you don’t, girlfriend! Not this time! 
I made a totally out-of-character and utterly rash decision, praying that Jonas would just go with it and 
that it wouldn’t backfire. I slipped into the seat beside 
him, snuggling up close. “I like it better on this side, 

I’ll have to hand it to him. It only took him a split 
second of startled uncertainty before he dropped his 
arm around my shoulder, pulling me even closer. He 
put his lips to my ear, whispering, “I guess you’ll explain what’s going on later?” 

His warm breath against my ear caused goose 
bumps to shiver along my arms and down my legs, but I 
dimpled up at him and answered, “You know I will.” 
Turning to Ellie, I almost shouted over an explosion of 
laughter from the bar. “Isn’t he a sweetheart? I just love 
him to death!” 
Ellie’s expression had become a bit frosty and I 
almost giggled with delight. It felt wonderful to be 
vindicated. Not to mention, it was very, very cozy to be 
snuggled up against Jonas like this. 

She slid toward the outside edge of the seat. “It was 
good to see you, Cleo. Happy holidays. Nice to meet 
you, Jonas. Maybe we could meet for a drink 

“Sounds good,” he said. “I’ll let you set it up with 

Ellie’s jaw tightened. “Of course. See you later.” 
She spun around and stalked away, swaying a little on 
her four-inch heels. 
Buy links:

The Wild Rose Press



Barnes and Noble


A bit about me:

North Carolina native, Leanna Sain, earned her BA from the University of South Carolina and lives in the mountains of western NC with her husband. Her “Gate” trilogy has stacked up numerous awards, from Foreword Magazine’s Book-of-the-Year to the Clark Cox Historical Fiction Award from the North Carolina Society of Historians. Sain’s fourth novel, Wish, is a stand-alone, YA crossover, a change from her usual Southern romantic suspense or “grit-lit,” but fans will still get the strong, sometimes-snarky characters, gripping dialogue, and vivid descriptions that they’ve come to expect from her novels. RED CURTAINS is the first book in her GRITS  (Girls-Raised-In-The-South) series. She has just signed a contract for HALF-MOON LAKE, the next novel in the series, has two additional books written, and several more in the works.
Sain has skillfully created her own character supported/plot driven style that successfully rolls Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Jan Karon all into one. Regional fiction lovers and readers who enjoy suspense with a magical twist will want these books.

She loves leading discussion groups and book clubs. For more information or to contact her, visit:

Social Media Links:
 Leanna Sain@Leannasbooks
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