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#BlogTour | When Adam Fell by Pat Henshaw #AuthorInterview plus Giveaway

#BlogTour | When Adam Fell by Pat Henshaw #AuthorInterview plus Giveaway

Author Name: Pat Henshaw

 Book Name: When Adam Fell

 Release Date: February 24, 2016

I'm thrilled to have Pat Henshaw stopping by today to answer a few questions. I love getting to know author's that are new to me. So, with that said, let's dig in. I'll start us off with...

1.       If you had to do it all over again, is there anything you would change in your latest book?

In writing it, I would change my agonizing over the plot so much and rewriting the book the number of times that I did. In the text itself, give me a few years and a lot of hindsight, and I’ll probably find tons I’d like to change.

 

2.      Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

I envy writers who can write their books quickly, smoothly, and easily. I write by fits and starts, often starting over from the beginning over and over again. Writing would be much easier if I knew the entire story in a linear form and could write it down that way.

 

3.      Are there any new authors that have grasped your attention?

Yes, I’m enjoying Roan Parrish (In the Middle of Somewhere) and Santino Hassell (Five Boroughs series). Both of them introduced me to contemporary worlds I never knew existed before.

 

4.      Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Yes, the message in When Adam Fell is to be open to giving someone another chance. You’ll notice I didn’t say “always give someone another chance,” but just to be open to doing so.

 

5.      Can you share a little of your current work with us?

I’m currently finishing up #5 in the Foothills Pride series about the owner of Bandy’s Finest Hotel, the frontier hotel in Old Town Stone Acres, California. After I finish that, I’ll be working on two projects: #6 of the series about Adam’s sous chef, and my addition to Dreamspinner’s States of Love series.

 

6.      What book are you reading now or have read recently?

I’m currently reading All That Is Solid Melts into Air by Christopher Koehler, the latest in the Remy and Michael saga after Poz. Before that, I read J. L. Merrow’s Lovers Leap, which is just as wacky and off-beat funny as everything else Merrow has written.

 

7.      What do you do when you are not writing?

Read, read, read, not surprisingly. I also make dollhouse miniatures in quarter inch scale. Quarter inch means that ¼”=1 foot in life-size scale. My latest love is making quarter inch breads and ice cream cones. (Yes, the cones are nearly microscopic!)

 

8.      Do you read your reviews? Do you have any advice for how to deal with the bad?

Yes, I read my reviews, partly because I’m curious to see if anyone “got” what I was writing and partly because I was a reviewer for quite a while and want to know how reviewers are writing and what they’re interested in saying. The only advice I can give is not to take bad reviews too seriously. Reviewing is subjective, not objective no matter how much the reviewer might say it is. Take reviews with a grain (or a mine) of salt.

9.      When you are driving down the road, what music do you listen to?

I make CDs of my favorite songs instead of relying on radio or service. One of my playlists includes these songs among others: Walk, Don’t Run by The Ventures, Things We Said Today by Dwight Yoakam, We Gotta Get Out of This Place by Eric Burden and the Animals, Chuco’s Cumbia by Los Lobos, Week on the Rag by Arlo Guthrie, Living in the U.S.A. by the Steve Miller Band, Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman, Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd, Flowers on the Wall by the Statler Brothers, and Love and Liberté by Gipsy Kings. I like a variety of music when I drive.

 

10.      What is the most important thing in your life? What do you value the most?

The most important things are my husband and daughters. Losing them would be the end of me.

Thank you, Pat. I really enjoyed our time here. Good luck with the rest of your tour. 

To the readers... be sure to check out the rest of the post for more goodies with Pat.


 

When his lover Jason’s drug addiction spiraled out of control, TV celebrity chef and cookbook author Adam de Leon walked away from him. Adam also abandoned his renowned restaurant in San Francisco to start a small bistro in the Sierra Foothills.

Five years later Adam is battling the conservative leaders of Stone Acres, California, to open a new restaurant in historic Old Town when Jason turns up on his doorstep—a recovered Jason, now going by the name David and claiming he’s overcome his addictions. What’s more, he begs Adam to take him back and says he’s ready for their happily ever after.

Adam has enough on his plate with problems plaguing the opening of his restaurant. And now he’s having a hard time deciding which to follow—his head or his heart.


 

Pages or Words: 29,800 words

 Categories: Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

 


I watched Jason rise from the stoop.

He looked good. His golden hair sparkled in the day’s first light. A happy smile tinged with nervousness spread across his lips. He was wearing a silver-gray Bogner jacket, some sort of expensive pants, and sturdy boots. Hanging from his shirt collar, his sunglasses looked like those high-priced titanium ones. All in all, the guy standing in front of me could easily have fit into the young, hip app crowd now flooding the valley. Too much money and no idea where to spend it. He looked like a guy who’d eat at the Bistro and then fucking strut up to me after dinner, put a wad of Franklins in my pocket, and whisper, “Quit this job and come cook for me.”

Nothing tempted me, especially not the hundred-dollar bills I’d thought were Monopoly money the first time I’d seen them. Nothing had moved me like this, seeing Jason rise straight up in front of me like a fucking miracle.

Standing there in my scuffed clogs, beat-up jeans, and ratty Stanford Cardinal T-shirt, I felt underdressed for this particular dream. Shouldn’t I at least be wearing my chef’s regalia, toque and all? Shouldn’t I have a Henckel in one hand and a Wüsthof in the other? Or maybe clutching a shield made of my cooking classics, which I’d written with an angry, tormented mind but a clear eye to royalties?

“Cat got your tongue?” the vision asked.

“Fucking A, man. Is it really you, Jason?”

“Sorta. Who else would come knocking at your door looking like me?” He flung his arms out like he wanted me to hug him or some shit.

I backed away and kept my hands to myself, though my dick perked up immediately. Did Jason have a twin or a younger brother, somebody who resembled him? I didn’t think so. All I’d thought for five years was nobody—and I mean nobody—could ever have come back from where my Jason had buried himself. At least I never thought so.

There’ve been moments in my life when I was sure I was losing my mind. When I knew whatever tenuous grasp on reality I thought I had was really smoke up my ass. This moment smacked of those. As the legendary John Fogerty sang and the great Yogi Berra is supposed to have said, it was like déjà vu all over again. Only not.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. Suspicion tasted bitter on my tongue.

Slowly his arms came down, and he gave me a pained but understanding look.

“Yeah, well, it was too much to hope we’d just kiss and make up.” His husky croak had once made me roll over and do anything he asked, but not now. “Can I come in? It’s a little chilly out here.”

I wasn’t cold, but then I’m tall and stout, a real cliché chef image. Fuck, I guess somebody’s got to be the cliché, right? It’s how clichés are born.

I shrugged at his question, swiped at the sweat rolling from my forehead, and moved aside. “Kitchen’s downstairs.” I gestured to the steps.

He walked past me, letting his hand trail over my groin. Once I would have nearly come at the gesture. Now I ignored my dick because my mind was numb and had been for years. He might think he could reawaken my love and lust, but I was pretty fucking sure that ship had sailed and gotten lost at sea.

 


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Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California.  Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.

Now retired, Pat has spent her life surrounded by words:  Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.

Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion.  Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.


 Where to find the author:

Email: patoisca@yahoo.com

 

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: AngstyG


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