I am so pleased to welcome author Kathy L. Wheeler to my blog today. She is a member of that fabulous support group I often mention, Authors Helping Authors. Besides being writers, Kathy and I have two other mutual loves. An Affair to Remember and Phantom of the Opera on stage. Kathy was here last month on Saturday Sampler. Now we get to know more about her.
Welcome, Kathy. Please tell us about yourself.
I have a
variety of interests that keep me busy outside of both my IT day job and my
writing efforts. I love the NFL and belong in two fantasy leagues; Love the NBA
and have season tickets to Oklahoma City Thunder basketball; Love musical
theater and also hold tickets to the Celebrity Attraction Broadway series in
Oklahoma City. I love travel and reading, not to mention karaoke.
When did you first realize you
wanted to be a writer?
In November 2006. Ha! I think the 13th. (It
may have been a Friday—just kidding). I’m not sure of the day.
How long does it take you to write
a book?
It actually depends on the book. Most writers will tell you there is
one that will make you want to pull your hair out, and others that are
considered gifts. Most fall somewhere in between. The gifts are rare and are
truly treasured.
What’s your favorite movie?
I
love, love, love romantic comedies. Movies like: Legally Blonde, How to Lose a
Guy in 10 Days, An American Dreamer, Romancing the Stone. But one of my very
most favorite movies of all time is An Affair to Remember with Deborah Kerr and
Cary Grant. Why? I love the final scene where he comes into her apartment and
she is sitting on the sofa, legs covered with a blanket; He is floored and
angry that she didn’t keep their date to meet at the Empire State Building. But
while he is rambling and roaming/pacing her apartment, he is telling that
someone came in to a small galley asking after a one of his paintings but that
the woman was—he stops, realizing that the person who’d been asking couldn’t
walk…even as he is saying the words! He starts up his roaming again, this time
with purpose. She realizes he’s looking for the painting, so she starts talking
quickly, but he opens the bedroom door—and there, he spots it over the bed. He
raises his face to heaven, eyes closed. He goes to her and asks her why she
didn’t tell him. They are both crying (and so am I), she says “I was so busy
looking toward heaven because you were there…”
Well, what romantic does not fall
for such a tale as that! Could you pass it up?
What does your family think of
your writing?
My family is so supportive. Though, even if they weren’t I don’t
believe I could stop.
Have you ever stayed up all night
to finish reading a book?
Um. Yeah. Like alllll the time. If I can’t finish it,
I’ll end up sleeping a couple of hours then waking long enough to read a little
bit more... I mean, really, did you see all the activities I love? It’s the
only time I have to read!
How many books have you written?
Which is your favorite?
I’ve written about twelve books, some are not published
yet. I have to say that I love both The Unlikely Heroine – book ii of my
Cinderella Series and Maybe It’s You, the second in my Bloomington Series. Both
heroines are in-your-face-you-want-to-hate-them-but-can’t-by-the-end
characters. Pragmatic, strong but cushy on the inside.
What do you enjoy most about
life?
Everything. I don’t think I’ll ever get to everything I really want to
do. But I’m giving it all I’ve got.
What did you learn from writing
your first book?
That it’s a lot harder than people would believe.
If you could give the younger
version of yourself advice what would it be?
Start sooner!
Tell us about your latest book.
The latest book I’m working on is
book 4 of my Cinderella Series, The Price of Scorn, Cinderella’s Evil
Stepmother. It’s a difficult book to write because the ending is not your
happily ever after. I mean, how could it be? She was soooo mean to Cinderella.
But in this story, we learn why. At least that is the plan!
Blurb : Fourteen years after
Esmeralda's marriage to Alessandro de Lecce, the birth of Pricilla's son,
Jean-Luc, and Prince Charming's and Cinderella's coronation as King and Queen
of Chalmers Kingdom, Lady Hildeguard Marit Benegoir-Simmon-Roch lies upon her
death bed.
Hilda has never forgiven Cinderella for stealing
Prince Charming from Esmeralda. But in a story of heartbreak, the sisters learn
how tragedy and scorn shaped their mother's life into the woman she became. The
question is: Can they forgive her?
This
book is not yet up for sale, but its predecessors are!
Excerpt:
Fate
was a funny thing, Hilda decided, rubbing a palm over her five-month swollen
belly. She smiled, watching Pricilla's tiny hand followed hers. A love so
fierce, it was agonizing, squeezed her chest.
"Maman,
when will I get to see my baby?"
Such
innocent words elicited a sharp sting of torment that pierced Hilda's lungs,
making it difficult to draw a breath. "Soon, darling," she choked
out, praying this new child made it through.
"Will
it be a girl, or a boy? I wish to have a boy, I think." Her little
Pricilla was most pragmatic. Hilda knew she would never have to worry over this
child.
She
grasped a breath, deeply, releasing it in a slow stream. "We shall have to
wait and see. One has no choice in these matters."
"Whyever
not? I want a boy!"
"Enough, ma chére,"
she said, shifting Pricilla to her feet. "I must speak with Gustaf.
Off to the nursery with you."
"Why
should you want to talk to Gustaf?
You have me."
With
a nervous laugh, Hilda glanced at the closed door, hoping her husband never
heard their daughter referring to him by his given name. She leaned over and
kissed the top of Pricilla's head. "I do, indeed." As if Hilda would
ever endorse Gustaf
with the title of "Papa." Leastways, Pricilla hadn't yet caught on to
Hilda's other endearment of him—bastard.
A
noise just beyond the door snagged her attention, and despite her growing
state, she bolted off the settee, jerking Pricilla's arm.
"Maman,"
she cried.
"Shsh."
Swooping Pricilla from her feet, Hilda rushed to the wardrobe and thrust her
inside. "Quiet. Not a word," she hissed. There was no time reassure
her frightened daughter. She just needed her silence. "Do you understand?
Not. A. Word." Hilda closed the door on wide blue eyes filled with terror.
The
chamber door flew back against the wall. "What interesting
small talk you keep with our child, my dear."
Smoothing clammy
hands within the folds of her dress, Hilda moved away from the wardrobe. More
than anything in the world Hilda would love denying
the one thing her husband most desired. An heir. She would prefer Pricilla's
disappointment over this new child being a girl. She lifted her chin. "I'm sure I have no idea of what you are speaking
of, your grace."
A
slow, building breeze rent the air, along with the swarm of bees stinging her
lower abdomen from the inside out.
In
a snake-like strike he gripped her upper arm. "Why does my own
child not refer to me as papa? Could it be she is not my child, eh?"
"How
ridiculous. I have not been out of this house since the day I moved in,"
she bit out in a fit of temper. The back of his hand hit her jaw, snapping her
head back. But for his hold, she would have been a heap on the floor. Just
like Maman.
"Now,
where have you hidden my little jewel, mm?"
Though
her vision was hazy, Hilda refused to answer.
He
dragged her near the bed, dropped to his knees and peered beneath. "Too
obvious, I suppose," he said with a menacing chuckle. Rising back to his
feet, he surveyed the chamber, then strode to the sitting room door and glanced
inside. The only place left was the wardrobe. His steps didn't
slow, and he yanked the door back.
One last question, Kathy. Where can readers find you?
I
can be found all over social media.
I'm so glad you could visit. Best wishes with The Price of Scorn.
