What inspired you to write this story?
Believe it or not, a song. An Olivia Newton-John song titled "Recovery" (Physical album 1981). The song is
about a woman who has decided to live in her mind, her fantasy world, to avoid
all the pain in the real world. The
chorus goes like this: “Don't worry about my recovery, 'Cause lover, you won't
recover me, I'm not too low, I'm not too high, I'll get by makin' my recovery”
If you listen to the lyrics they are really amazing and
speak on a level most songs don’t touch upon…mental illness. I love the song and obviously I got the title
from the chorus.
Did you do any interesting research for this book?
I live in Nevada, and this beautiful state has amazing
places to explore and hike, with many trails going through mountains and over
desert terrain. It also has over a hundred ghost towns. With the rich history
of silver and gold mining here, it’s considered one of the most haunted states
in America. Several locations have been featured on the Travel Channel show
Ghost Adventures, including one place in Tonopah, Nevada….the Clown Motel.
My boyfriend, Mike, and I decided to visit and explore
Tonopah at the end of 2016, and we started at the visitors center. I really had
no idea how entrenched in the mining history this town was until I sat watching
a short film about its history. That’s where I got the idea of setting Recover
Me in the early 1900’s, at the start of Tonopah’s glorious rise in the gold and
silver mining that eventually produced over
$250,000,000 in precious metals.
Going that day to explore Tonopah gave me the back drop for
my story, Recover Me, and we also visited that Clown Motel. Yes, it’s creepy and to top it off…it’s right
next to a cemetery.
What is your favorite line, or scene, that you wrote in the story?
“Are you implying we’re perfect for
each other?”
“I think we’re damn
well the most perfect couple in the entire fucking world.” He ran a finger down her cheek.
Blurb:
Evie Duncan’s dreams are slowly
taking over her life. Every night she falls in love with the man invading her
subconscious, playing out scenes from a past life. It becomes harder and harder to wake and
leave her dream man behind.
Bishop Kain has devoted his life to
protecting crime boss Sherman Groto, but when he spots Evie at an underground
fight, all he can think about is her. He
tries to keep his distance, but like a moth to a flame, she’s a siren he can’t
resist.
Danger is coming for Evie and her
salvation lies somewhere in the truth of her past life. If Bishop can save her, he may be the one man
who can bring her into the light…and for once, she might be willing to stay
there.
Excerpt:
As she threaded her way through the thick throng of bodies,
a tingling awareness danced over her skin. The last time she’d experienced such
a weird feeling, she’d slipped off a cliff and ended up in a hospital. Deciding
to be cautious, she stopped and turned in a slow circle to study the people
around her. As if an invisible hand guided her, Evie looked to her left.
A man moved through the crush of people, parting them as if
he were Moses at the Red Sea. He was a complete stranger, and she had never
seen him before, yet there was something about him that sparked a familiarity.
She pushed forward, trying to get through the dense crowd to get a better view
of his face. His height worked to her advantage because she was able to easily
follow, but she halted once she saw him going up a set of concrete stairs
guarded by a few big burly men. For a split second, he turned her way. Her
heart thumped wildly in her chest and every fiber of her being wanted … needed … to touch him, but he
disappeared out of sight. She searched the second level until he came into view
once more, and she was able to breathe again.
John.
He was here. He was real!
Subtle changes made this John a little different. A tad
taller, which said something because he’d been tall in her dream world. Fantasy
John had held a quiet strength that made people respect him. This John was so heavily muscled, with
an aura of danger swirling around him, that people instinctively moved out of
his path, giving him a wide berth. He had a militaristic look, with blunt-cut
dark hair and a rigid posture any soldier would be envious of, but something
told her he hadn’t been in any branch of service. She stared at him,
unblinking, until he suddenly looked down and their gazes met.
The saliva dried up in her mouth as her heart thundered with
a mixture of excitement and happiness. Any doubts she might have had about his
identity disappeared instantly as the gossamer threads between them solidified.
The people, the fight … everything disappeared, leaving them the only two
people in the world. Curiosity filled his face. She reached out a hand but was
bumped by someone walking by, abruptly pulling her out of the dream-like
trance. She blinked and he was gone.
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