I’m so pleased to be able to introduce, Jacquie Biggar, who is a member of my RWA Chapter – VIC-RWA. She’s worked very hard to start her career with her new book called Tidal Falls which is the first book in the Wounded Hearts Series. Let’s show her some Indie love…..
What do you think is the best way to publish these days?
I think you have to do what’s best for you. Research, talk to others in the field, make an informed decision
What are your favorite genres to read? Why?
Romance: humor, suspense, paranormal. I love any book that can engross me. Make me laugh, make me cry, make me feel
Do your characters talk to you?
At first they didn’t. I had to get to know them for a while. Now they don’t shut up, lol
How do you approach starting a new book?
I usually know where I want the book to end (besides the HEA obviously J) after that I start with one character and the rest falls into place.
What is your writing process?
I try to write for a few hours in the morning and then I tackle the e-mails and social media.
What are the best writing books or blogs you’ve ever read?
For books, I’d have to say Writing the bestseller Romantic and Commercial Fiction by Jane Porter & Rebecca Lyles, The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker (about survival skills), The Emotion Thesaurus by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi, and blogs: Writers Helping Writers, Fiction University, The Book Designer
What was your best date ever?
On the spur of the moment DH said lets go. He drove us through A & W (J) and then we went to the beach and enjoyed the sunset. Perfect
Navy SEAL or cowboy? Navy SEAL
Chocolate or chips? Chips all the way
Fancy restaurant or picnic? Picnic
Beer or wine? Beer
Favorite authors? Iris Johansen, Suzanne Brockmann, Jennifer Crusie, Anne Stuart, J.R. Ward
Smooth or hairy? How hairy?
Below is a short excerpt from her story:
Tom Sheridan rubbed his aching temple, lifted the cup to his lips and grimaced at the disgusting taste of cold coffee. He glanced at the Cartier on his wrist and frowned. Eleven. He’d been working his way through the backlog of cases on his desk for hours. A sharp rap on the door had him sighing before barking an order to enter. Sam Willets, his head of security, stepped into the room. “Well, do you have some news?”
“No, sir. We almost had ‘em in Chicago, but they slipped away. Since then she’s gotten smarter, must be using cash. No worries though, she’ll turn up.”
“Close the fucking door.” Tom surged to his feet, his heavy chair toppling backward with a crash in the quiet room. “That bitch is going to cost me everything.”
Sam’s green eyes flickered. He shifted back a step. “We’ll get her. It’s only been a couple of months, Boss. How do you want it handled when we do?”
He knew he might have to get rid of them, Tom had ordered it before. “You just worry about finding them. I’ll handle them myself.” Stalking past the idiot, Tom moved to his liquor cabinet and poured a healthy glass of Glenlivet scotch. It slid down the back of his throat in a single hot shot. He hissed in a searing breath before pouring himself another. “Go now, and make sure you keep me updated. Take a couple more men with you, the more eyes looking the better.”
Nodding, Sam left the room while Tom cradled his drink and brooded over the large painting filling the wall behind his desk. His wife’s work, it depicted an old grey rustic cabin set against a backdrop of Glacier Mountains. A brook flowed through waving green grass. The colors were so vibrant he felt as if he were looking through a window at the water bubbling past. Could almost smell the wildflowers climbing the cabin walls.
How dare she think she could walk away from him?
Nobody walked away from him. Ever.
From the time I was twelve years old, I knew I wanted one day to be a writer. That year I wrote a short story called Count Daffodil after spending countless hours searching for ideas for my English Assignment. That story garnered me an A++ and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that I was hooked.
I grew up, got married, raised a family and left my writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.
I owned and operated a successful diner in my hometown for a number of wonderful years. And now I’m ready to take up the writing reins and see how far I can travel.
And so it starts….
Twitter: http://Twitter.com/jacqbiggar @JacqBiggar