Author Interview

Interview with Susan Mac Nicol, author of Cassandra by Starlight

Welcome to Sugarbeat’s Books – The home of the romance novel!

Today we are being visited by Susan Mac Nicol, author of Cassandra by Starlight. Susan is here to answer some questions and share about her book. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in, please find buy links at the bottom of the post and pick up a copy!

A tragic event brings two people from different worlds together in a relationship that was made for a romantic movie.

Barb – How would your friends describe you in 20 words or less?

Susan – Isn’t she that stubborn, driven, yet fairly witty woman with radical views that just loves to tell stories?

Barb – State a random fact about yourself that would surprise your readers.

Susan – When I’d just left school, I started a new job in Hillbrow in Johannesburg. I went out to get some lunch and got lost coming back. I couldn’t find my office building. I walked up and down the streets looking for it and a man came up and offered me money. He thought I was a prostitute ‘walking the beat’. I wasn’t sure whether to be proud or scandalized.

Barb – What started you on your journey to be a writer?

Susan – I started on my writing journey when I was a child, writing poetry and a rather scary short story called ‘The Green Menace’ for a local competition. I’ve written ever since and my writing folder is filled with half completed drafts and snippets. But it was only when I got the inspiration earlier this year for a novel that I really threw myself into the fore and focused. I guess you could say the real journey started when I read a local newspaper article about a tragedy, met the leading man of my dreams on TV and decided I wanted to invent my own fantasy world where I could be the heroine. I’m glad to say they all came together in my debut novel.

Barb – Do you see yourself in any of your characters?

Susan – Yes, most definitely. Cassie Wallace, the leading lady in Cassandra by Starlight, is based on a lot of my experiences and character traits. She’s a strong, independent woman who has a fairly forceful view and isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. The accident she experiences in the opening scene- I had a very bad car accident in 1986 and broke my femur, ending up in an ICU Ward with some life threatening injuries. The old drunk in the book talking to Dr. Spencer- that was based on personal experience with a very close family member. There are other experiences in the books about Cassie which are true too for me but some are too close to the bone so I’ll leave those up to the reader’s imagination…..A lady shouldn’t reveal too many secrets about herself.

Barb – Why did you choose the genre you write in?

Susan – I didn’t choose the genre. The genre chose me. I don’t generally read romance, a terrible thing to admit. I used to read Mills and Boon when I was fourteen years old but that was it. But when I started writing Cassandra by Starlight, with an incredible passion for both characters and the world I was creating, it simply took hold of me and this book could never have been anything other than a modern romance story between two people destined to find each other. My family and friends still don’t believe I write in the genre I do. I get blank faces and quizzical glances.

Barb – How did you come up with your premise for your books?

Susan – At the beginning of this year, I read a newspaper article about some fool standing on a motorway foot bridge and throwing a concrete bucket down into the traffic on the motorway below. The woman in the car was badly injured. After the initial rage at this idiot’s actions, I started to think. What if that has been someone throwing themselves off the bridge? What if they landed on a car and the person in that car was rushed to hospital? What if the person who died in the suicide attempt had a family member who went to see the woman and they fell in love?

This was the basic premise for the book. All I needed were the heroine and hero. The heroine was easy enough for reasons I’ve already mentioned above. The hero started out being a professional business man and ended up being a younger man, in the film and theatre world, inspired by someone I was watching on TV at the time. Anyone that knows me knows of my passion for Benedict Cumberbatch and he was the inspiration for Bennett Saville.

From there, the book just grew and grew and eventually I had a trilogy.

Barb – Which genres do you prefer to read?

Susan – Generally I read horror, psychological drama, suspense and anything supernatural, mostly around witches and magic. (I prefer my vampires and werewolves on the big screen.) I have a yen for Stephen King, Peter Straub, Deborah Harkness, Jonathan Kellerman, Phil Rickman.

I have however started reading romance stories and books, mostly by my fellow Boroughs authors, as I think I need to learn more about the genre I write in. There is such a diversity of imagination out there that meets all my reading needs and introduces me more to the world of romance so I can become a better writer in my chosen genre.

Barb – Where can readers find your books?

Susan – My books are all available via my website –www.susanmacnicol.com – or on my publisher’s website -www.boroughspublishinggroup.com. They are available in a variety of formats to suit any Smartphone or e- reader – I-phone, I-pad, Kindle, Kobo etc and of course you can download a pdf for your PC.

Barb – If I give you a time machine, what time period and in what place would you travel to?

Susan – You’ll think I’m crazy but it would be Victorian London in the 19th Century, specifically 1888. I have a fascination with Jack the Ripper and I’d like nothing better than to try and figure out his identity. This particular era holds a lure for me and is even dealt with in my first book. The proviso would be that I’d have to be filthy rich. I wouldn’t like to be poor in this time- that would be too depressing. I’d have to be a daring noble woman from a reputable family who has a yen for the truth and disguises herself as a common vigilante trying to track down the infamous Ripper… and therein is an idea for yet another book!

Barb – What projects are you currently working on right now? Would you mind sharing them with us?

Susan – Other than the Starlight Trilogy, featuring Cassie and Bennett, (edits start soon for the next two books in the series), I’ve had another book and a short story accepted by Boroughs.

‘Saving Alexandria’ is a book about a damaged woman who needs to find a savior to help her overcome the demons from her past. I expect the edits on those to start in the New Year, if not sooner.

My short story is a fun piece with a Christmas theme and involves ice skating and a handsome millionaire…

I’m also ‘polishing’ my latest two book series, a paranormal contemporary romance, tentatively titled ‘Double Alchemy’, which I also intend submitting for consideration to my current publisher.

And on top of this, I’m busy writing a new novel, a little different from my norm. It’s a psychological crime thriller set in London, my favourite city, about a rough Italian detective, the independent investigative journalist who loves him and a very nasty, unpleasant yet charming serial killer. It’s taking some time as there’s a lot of research to be done on this one and it’s a little out of my comfort zone! But I like the challenge…

Interview with Susan MacNicol author of Cassandra by Starlight All about the author

Sue Mac Nicol was born in Headingley, Leeds in the United Kingdom. When she was eight years old, her family emigrated to Johannesburg in South Africa. One day after yet another horrific story of violence happening to friends around them, as a family they decided it was time to leave S.A. In December 2000, they found themselves in the Arrivals area at Heathrow and have been in the UK ever since, loving every minute of it.

In between her day job as a Regulatory Compliance Office for a financial services company in Cambridge, and normal daily life, the inspiration for the Starlight series of romance novels was born. Her characters, Cassie and Bennett, finally made their debut onto the flickering screen of a laptop and gave her the opportunity she has today to realise a dream she’d had since being a young girl old enough to hold a pencil.

Sue is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She lives in a town house in the rural village of Bocking, in Essex, with her husband of twenty eight years, Gary (who believes he deserves a long service award for putting up with her for so long) , two children, Jason, 24 and Ashley, 19 and a mixed collie mongrel called Blu.

Interview with Susan MacNicol author of Cassandra by Moonlight This was published as an e –book on 13 August 2012 by Boroughs Group Publishing.

This is the first in a trilogy which I call my ‘Starlight’ series. The second novel is due out by Dec 2012 with the final book in the Cassie and Bennett saga planned for early 2013. At the same time, I also have another new novel ‘Saving Alexandria’, due out in early 2013. This is a standalone book – details of what my new book/s are about can be found on my website www.susanmacnicol.com

Susan can be found:

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Website * Pinterest * Amazon.com * Amazon.uk

Cassandra by Midnight is available at:

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Amazon Author pages –

CASSANDRA BY STARLIGHT

Susan Mac Nicol

Chapter 1

The day the sky fell changed Cassie Wallace’s world forever. She woke up that morning with the

expectation that this day would be like any other. She also had a slight hangover from the

abundance of wine she’d drunk the night before to try and get through a blind date organised by

her work colleague, Sarah.

The evening had been a total disaster. Not only had the man been an absolute misogynist,

one of the cardinal male sins on Cassie’s unwritten list, he’d also had a habit of leering at her

chest every time he spoke as if he thought it might talk back to him.

She’d smiled politely whilst thinking she’d like to take his smarmy public school tie and

shove it down his throat. When she’d finally left at around eleven, she hadn’t been able to get

away fast enough.

She stood in her bedroom, checking her outfit in the mirror and sighed.

Was it too much to ask to find a decent man just to share things with and have a good time?

They all seemed to be absolute idiots and in the old but true cliché, only interested in one thing.

Cassie had been out on a few dates in the past few months but somehow she never made it

past the first one. A previous date gone wrong had told her she was too independent and perhaps

a little bit ‘emotionally challenged, not affectionate enough’ for him.

She’d shrugged this off but it had hurt her deep down especially as she knew it to be true.

My bloody expectations aren’t even that high, she thought in exasperation as she fastened

her necklace. It’s not as if I’m such a great bloody catch myself! Middle-aged and not really all

that exciting. I’ll take what I can get within reason.

Cassie smoothed her skirt down over her hips and picked up her handbag.

When she left the house at six thirty, it was a typical dark English winter morning. Forty-

five minutes later she was sitting in the traffic on the motorway, listening to the news bulletin.

“Bloody idiot,” she mumbled in between bites of a banana that she had hastily grabbed on

her way out. “He wouldn’t know a bloody budget if his life depended on it. Silly sod has got no

idea how to run a bloody country.”

She crept forward in her Honda Jazz at about two miles an hour, watching the traffic in front

which seemed to have ground to a halt for no reason at all.

I really need to try and find something closer to home, she thought, not for the first time.

This travelling lark is really starting to piss me off. Four hours a day in traffic is not my idea of

time well spent.

Cassie wasn’t sure what other quality pastimes she’d be engaging in if she did have more

free time, given her current ‘lack of male’ situation but she supposed she’d find something. Join

a book club perhaps, or find more time to get to the gym. She might even start writing that novel

she’d always planned on doing.

Her fingers impatiently drummed on the steering wheel in time to a melody on the radio. In

response to another bulletin by the newscaster regarding the level of binge drinking in the

county, she burst into a further diatribe. “For God’s sake, let the bloody idiots lay where they

fall. If they had any brains they wouldn’t let it get that far so they needed an ambulance to take

them to A and E. It’s my taxpaying money that’s looking after these morons!”

She glanced at the clock on the display. Seven thirty a.m. She’d be lucky to make it in on

time today.

The story of my life, she thought resignedly. Slow death by traffic jam.

The traffic still seemed to show no signs of moving any time soon. She switched off the

engine and took out her Kindle. She may as well catch up on her reading whilst she had nothing

better to do.

Her concentration span was low as she tried to read. Last night’s ‘date’ kept replaying itself

in random snippets of conversation. Cassie could still hear Ron’s supercilious comment about

women needing to have a man in their lives to keep them focused on what was important—the

man and the provision of all his needs.

She’d almost choked on her wine when she’d heard this and only just stopped herself

retorting sarcastically that as a man’s needs were so simple, the only ‘provision’ they really

needed was a soft toy shaped like a pair of boobs to play with and talk at. As she had very little

money in her purse other than her taxi fare home, she’d stopped herself.

After the hell she’d been through sitting and listening to Ron’s drivel, the least she’d make

him do was pay for dinner. Cassie had made a decision after last night. She’d stay home with her

own company for the near future, with a bottle of wine and a couple of decent movies. She’d

rather drool over a virtual Mark Harmon in NCIS than a real life douche bag like the Ronalds of

his world. As for sex—well, that was what vibrators were made for.

It was nearly ten minutes later before the car in front of her re-started its engine and she

followed suit and sped up to about twenty miles an hour as the queue took flight. She settled in

as it got back up to the more respectable speed of fifty miles an hour.

As she drove she glanced idly up at the foot bridges to see the people strolling with dogs, on

bicycles and footing it on their way to work.

At the bridge just ahead she saw a solitary figure leaning over looking down at the

motorway below. She slowed down a little. Ever since those incidents a few weeks ago when

someone had thrown a concrete bucket off the bridge at a passing car, she tended to be wary of

people standing watching the traffic.

The figure didn’t appear to have anything in its hands but then she had only caught a

glimpse of it before turning her eyes back to the road. She increased her speed as the traffic

flowed easier.

There was no warning, just a sudden deafening bang of metal as the windscreen of her car

collapsed inwards. Cassie screamed in terror as glass flew towards her like wafer thin slivers from a frozen icicle. Her hands left the steering wheel in panic, her foot pressing down on the

accelerator.

The Honda Jazz went out of control, spinning around like a dirt dervish. Debris from the

windscreen flew like lethal missiles around the interior of the car. Cassie cried out in pain as she

was subject to a vicious assault by anything lying loose in her vehicle. She tried to cover her face

in an instinctive reflex but her left arm seemed unresponsive. The pain horrifying. She

whimpered as she glanced down and saw the bone shard sticking out.

In her pain and terror she didn’t notice that the car had stopped spinning. Everything went

quiet. Cassie lay slumped in the driver seat, dazed and unresponsive as the shock set in. She

could hear the sounds of people shouting and heard someone asking her if she was all right.

She vaguely registered the sound of screeching metal as someone tried to pull the driver

door open. It was as if everything was being done underwater. The sounds were muted and her

brain was sluggish.

The older man looking in at her from the road was speaking but she couldn’t hear what he

was saying. Cassie looked at him blankly. She couldn’t see clearly, as if a can of fine red spray-

paint had been aimed at her and the nozzle depressed, coating her eyes. She tried to move her

body but the pain in her right leg was excruciating.

She watched dully as the man outside starting pulling away metal struts and twisted the door

to get inside to her. She could hear his voice vaguely now, a rough London Cockney accent as he

spoke reassuringly whilst trying to free her.

“All right, darling? Just stay calm and I’ll try and get to you. The ambulance is on its way.

They’ve told me not to move you so I just want to try get in and keep you company till they

arrive. You look as if you could do with a bit of company. Just stay with me now. Don’t go

anywhere.”

He smiled at her, trying to keep her reassured. With a final tug at the door, he made enough

of a space to squeeze in slightly and he took her right hand, avoiding the bad condition of her left

arm with its broken bone. Her hand was freezing and he rubbed it gently.

“There we go. That should feel better. You just stay calm now and we’ll have you back to

your old man in no time.” He continued holding her hand, talking to her as she slipped in and out

of consciousness.

In one of her lucid periods she raised an unsteady hand to her face to wipe her eyes. The fog

cleared a little and she was able to focus, then desperately wished she hadn’t. Lying in front of

her, across the bonnet, was a face, pulped and looking as if dark sticky jam had been smeared all

over it.

She could see the eyes open, looking at her and she could see the mouth forming words

before she screamed and screamed and eventually the fog of blackness claimed her and the face

could be seen no more.

Interview with Christine Nolfi, author of Second Chance Grill

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Welcome to Sugarbeat’s Books – The Home of the Romance Novel!

Today we have Christine Nolfi visiting us! She is the author of Second Chance Grill and is here to answer some of my questions and to share some information about her book. If this sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links at the bottom of this post and pick up a copy or two!

Barb – Describe your book in one sentence.

Christine – If you’re partial to movies like Steel Magnolias and books like Fried Green Tomatoes, you’ll thoroughly enjoy Second Chance Grill.

Barb – Tell me a little about yourself.

Christine – I’m zany, an adoptive mother of four, recently remarried and a happy transplant to Charleston, South Carolina. I can also be frighteningly focused, silly or contemplative. At a party, I’m the woman who loosens everyone up with a few jokes so they’ll spill their darkest secrets, which I file away in my brain for characters in future books. This does not go down well with everyone.

Barb – When did you decide to become a writer?

Christine – During childhood, around the time I convinced the kids on the block that fairies had hidden magical gems beneath rocks we’d soon locate. I also persuaded them—and myself—that I could fly. It’s a miracle I didn’t break my legs tumbling from Bobby Cooper’s tree-house.

Barb – State a random fact about yourself that would surprise your readers.

Christine – In my youth I married a multimillionaire. It didn’t last long, but I sure enjoyed hanging around Hollywood royalty. Oddly, I haven’t written about those years. Yet.

Barb – What do you love about writing?

Christine – Possessing the ability to set emotion on paper. Literature connects people; it’s the closest we come to walking beneath another’s skin. I cherish every facet of the process from the moment the blank page waits for inspiration through the final edit.

Barb – Why did you choose to write in your chosen genre?

Christine – Independent publishing will soon dissolve genre restrictions. My novels take elements from romance, mystery, suspense, literary—I’ll use any tactic available to tell a story in a compelling fashion.

Barb – How do you come up with the premise for a book?

Christine – I’m forever asking the What if? question as I travel, glean the news or meet new people. I also read voraciously, everything from The Wall Street Journal to the latest novel that catches my eye. Once I have a compelling character, I interview him or her in the first person. In essence, I become the character and simply write out backstory on a pad. I never do this at my Mac—there’s something about writing longhand, the slower process, which allows ideas to germinate. Once I understand the main character, the plot takes shape.

Barb – What book is currently on your nightstand?

Christine – Books, actually. The Winter Sea by Susanna Kearsley, The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, Heart of Matter by Emily Griffin, Women Who Run With Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes and Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. Then there are the books on my iPad TBR list…

About Second Chance Grill:

Interview with Christine Nolfi, author of Second chances grill Dr. Mary Chance needs a sabbatical from medicine to grieve the loss of her closest friend. But when she inherits a struggling restaurant in Liberty, Ohio she isn’t prepared for Blossom Perini. Mary can’t resist falling for the precocious preteen—or the girl’s father. The bond they forge will transform all their lives and set in motion an outpouring of love that spreads across America.

Welcome back to Liberty, where the women surrounding the town’s only restaurant are as charming as they are eccentric.

Second Chance Grill is the prequel to Treasure Me, 2012 Next Generation Indie Awards Finalist, which The Midwest Book Review calls “A riveting read for those who enjoy adventure fiction, highly recommended.”

Christine Nolfi closed her public relations firm after adopting a sibling group of four children. Her debut, Interview with Christine Nolfi, author of Second chances grill Treasure Me, was selected as a finalist in the 2012 Next Generation Indie Awards. Her second release, The Tree of Everlasting Knowledge, continues to earn rave reviews. Her latest work, Second Chance Grill, was released October 30^th

Christine can be found:

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Second Chance Grill:

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Treasure Me – 2012 Next Generation Indie Awards Finalist

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The Tree of Everlasting Knowledge

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Interview & Giveaway with Wendi Zwaduk, author of The Phantom of the Opera

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Welcome to Sugarbeat’s Books – The Home of the Romance Novel!

VBT with Wendi Zwaduk, author of The Phantom of the Opera

Today we are welcoming Wendi Zwaduk to the blog. She is the author of The Phantom of the Opera and his here to answer some of our questions and to share some information about her book. She is touring with Goddessfish Promotions and is offering up a gift basket to a randomly drawn commenter from the tour. To increase your chances of winning, click HERE and find the list of all the blog she is appearing on! I hope you enjoy the information that Wendi is here to share!
Barb – Try to describe your book in one sentence.

Wendi – A love to last a lifetime or doomed from the start?

Barb – How would your friends describe me in 20 words or less?

Wendi – I’m short, have blue hair, drive a jeep and laugh way too loud, but I have so much fun.

Barb – State a random fact about yourself that would surprise your readers.

Wendi – I’m scared to death to get a tattoo.

Barb – Who are your cheerleaders?

Wendi – My best friend and my husband are my biggest cheerleaders. Heck, they argue over who cheers the loudest. I’m also fortunate that my totlet, though he doesn’t know all of what I write, is proud of me, too.

Barb – Did you know the title before you started writing?

Wendi – Generally I don’t know the title beforehand. When I come up with my titles, they are a line from the story. Phantom wasn’t, but that was a strange case where I added to another person’s work. But like with Someone Like You, the characters kept saying, I could fall in love with someone like you. I had to use the line for the title. And yes, the aching quality to the song totally fits with the story as well.

Barb – Are you a plotter or a pantzer?

Wendi – Pantzer with plotting in my blood. I’m bad. I tend to run full steam into a story without knowing what the characters will do. But, that doesn’t mean I write the whole thing without direction. I might start without a plan, but the characters will give it one. I tend to write a scene or two, then stop. I get in a stuck point and just walk away. That’s when the outline shows up. Then I finish the story. I’m strange I know.

Barb – Did you do any research before start or during of the writing of the books?

Wendi – In the case of Phantom, I had to do a lot of research. I wanted to be sure I knew what undergarments were in use at the time. It makes no sense to say something like, he tugged her zipper, when historical readers know for certain zippers weren’t in use yet. I also had to research the phraseology of the time period. I didn’t want to use terminology that didn’t fit. I wanted my readers to feel a part of the story, not ripped out by things that didn’t fit.

Barb – How many books do you read/month?

Wendi – I love to read, so I try to read at least three books a month. Now between the evil day job and the writing gig, sometimes that doesn’t happen. If I get behind my personal quota, I’ll make up for it the next month. Another thing that spurs me on to read more is when my favorite authors release a new book.

Barb – Where can your fans find you ?

Wendi – I’m most easily found on Facebook. I love to see what everyone else is posting and post my own stories, especially my conversations with the Black Cat at my house. If I’m messaged on FB, I’ll respond. If you comment, I’ll comment back.

Barb – Do you ever run into someone who says “You write WHAT?”

Wendi – Yes, I have run into people who just about pass out when they find out what I write. The funniest moment was when I happened to be talking a friend of mine from school. He said he saw a book at the library with my name on it, so he picked it up. When he flipped through the book, he couldn’t believe I’d written it. “Do you know what those people were doing?” Yes, I did and I should—I wrote it. “Well, as long as you know.” He walked away shaking his head.

Barb – Are you reading or writing something else at the moment?

Wendi – I’m always working on something. I can’t stand to be idle. The characters don’t hush and even when I’m not really in the mood to write, I’m still writing. I have notebooks I drag around with me everywhere in case the mood strikes or the characters tackle me. My current work is an extension of the books, Someone Like You and Tangled Up. The readers want to know more about the characters and I can’t let the rest. Plus the characters are still chatting. Got to love that.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

By

Wendi Zwaduk

BLURB:

The Classics Exposed…

A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.

One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.

His Christine.

Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.

But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?

EXCERPT:

“I cannot.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, drawing her close. “I have the most indecent thoughts when I’m near you.” He spoke against her lips. “I can’t help but want to ruin you, only to keep you in my arms a bit longer.”

The most beautiful shade of red spread across her cheeks and slipped down the column of her neck. She glanced at the door, then shot from her spot on the bed. Christine twisted the lock and pressed herself against the door.

“What kind of indecent thoughts?” she whispered.

“To lash you to my bed with your body bared to me. I want to take you over and over, hearing you cry out my name. To watch you give me pleasure with your submission to me.”

“I’m not educated in the way to love a man.” Her chest heaved with each breath. “Will you teach me? I want to be yours, if for only a short time. I want you to show me how much you love me. Teach me?”

“Yes, my love.” He held out his hand to her. Christine twisted her fingers with his and eased onto his lap. Her eyes widened.

“What are you asking of me?”

“Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?”

Interview with Wendi Zwaduk, romance author of the phantom of the opera AUTHOR INFORMATION:

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

Wendi can be found:

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Fanpage * Amazon * Pinterest * Google+

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