Erin has visited this blog before, mostly recently with her adorable and comical novella, “Text Me“. I am glad to welcome Erin back with her newest release, called “Wedding Day“.
Welcome back, Erin. Can you tell us a little about your story?
EB: Sure, it’s a romantic suspense novel. Here is a bit of a blurb:
Famous Bull Rider Dallas Day met Cassie Bailey briefly in high school, but her plain looks and quiet personality left no lasting impression on him. Cassie, however, couldn’t say the same about Dallas.
Their paths cross again ten years later when Dallas is home recovering from an injury, and Cassie is the only veterinarian who volunteers her services at the home-town rodeo. She’s jump-starting her new practice, and every eligible man within a ten-mile radius is trying to land a date with the attractive vet.
Dallas’ older brother bets him that, even with all his charm and fame, Dallas can’t land a date with the reserved lady vet. Not one to turn down a challenge, Dallas makes it his mission to win a date with Cassie. After seeing her, he realizes they’ve met before, but he doesn’t remember her being so pretty. His persistence pays off, but when Cassie finds out about the bet, their new love is put to the test.
RJS: You have to love how brothers are always betting each other into trying stupid things. Sounds like this one might have turned out pretty good for Dallas. How long did it take to write?
EB: Hahaha! Ready for this! I just finished edits on Wedding Day two weeks ago, and I found files In my computer on Wedding Day that dated back to 2012. Wowzers! 4 years! That’s how long this story has been a work in progress. I’ve learned a lot over the years, and it was extremely difficult to edit the old me without loosing my mind!
RJS: Any special inspiration?
EB: Yes. I mixed memories of my high school days showing pigs with my FFA chapter, and the local fair that I attended every fall as the inspiration for the fair scenes in Wedding Day. Yet, I made the make believe town of Frisbee, Texas a suburb of Houston-which is where I now live.
RJS: Where do you write?
EB: In MY office!!! I made my own space. For the past four years I wrote wherever. Kitchen table, living room, recliner, wherever I could find a space. As my writing began to take off, and I realized I needed to make more notes or needed an actual desk of my own, I converted the never used guest bedroom into my own office. We have an actual office in my house, but the masculine look of the room did nothing for my muse. I turned my space into something Joanne from Fixer Upper would be a little more proud of. I hope!
RJS: Are you working on anything else right now?
EB: Oh, boy yes! I am working on edits for my next novel Love Comes In The Mourning that will be released either late this year or early part of next. I’m plotting and writing, what I hope to be a series, right now, and I am waiting to hear back about a Christmas story I just finished. Fingers crossed for a contract on that!
RJS: Hardest part about writing?
EB: All of it. Seriously! For me, the hardest part is actually carving the time out of my day to do it. I’m a stay at home mother, I sell Arbonne a little on the side, and I also write. (I love Arbonne, btw! You should SO google their stuff!) I wake up at 4 most mornings and get a couple of hours before the kids wake up to write, answers emails, etc. After that, I schedule three hours in my day to write, between naps and play time, but I’m lucky if I get one.
RJS: Do you write in other genres?
EB: Not so much genres but I do write different kinds of stories. I have two cowboy stories, two very contemporary stories, and my series that I hope to have published end of 2017 or beginning of 2018 will be a little darker. I don’t want to give away too much yet since they are still in the planning stages. Still, all will fit the contemporary genre.
RJS: How do you beat procrastination?
EB: I don’t know! I stay so busy, that if I want to write, I only have a small window to do it. There really isn’t time for procrastination. I do notice when things give me difficulty I snack until it’s solved. That’s probably not very good for my waistline!
RJS: How do you beat writer’s block?
EB: I redecorate my house. Honestly, I noticed this a few weeks ago. Anytime I get irritated with a story, or I’m between projects, or can’t get inspiration flowing, I start looking around my house at all the things I want changed, and start working on that. I usually only get one small project done before I get tired of decorating and then I head back to writing!
RJS: Okay, how about some icebreaking, nosy questions?
Q: How did you meet your spouse/ significant other?
A: At a gym.
Q: If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would do? Would you keep your day job (if you have one?)
A: Get a lawyer.
Q: What is your favorite past time?
A: Drinking coffee and reading.
Q: Would you rather have the ability to be invisible or have x-ray vision?
A: I have no desire to see inside peoples clothes (well, most people at least J), so I would say be invisible.
Q: If you had to give up one of your five senses, what would it be? (common sense does not count here)
Q: What ‘s a typical day like?
A: Wake up at 4- Turn on the coffee pot while I do the peepee dance ( I really should invest in one of those that turns on automatically)-after the bladder is happy, I pour coffee, and go to my space- Answer emails- write- Facebook stalk-get one kid ready for school-kiss hubs goodbye-get kid to bus- wake other kids up- get dressed- eat-get to the gym- drag kicking screaming boys to childwatch at the gym-work outish for two hours-go to Starbucks drive thru-go home- feed the kicking, screaming munchkins-do happy dance as I place kicking, screaming monsters in their beds- sit at my computer to write-pray no one calls me or bothers me-fight the urge to bang head on computer desk when nothing comes to my mind (maybe I should bang my head against something more often. It might shake some ideas around)-hear screaming kids-go get them out of their cribs-retrieve daughter from school bus-referee fighting for the rest of the afternoon amongst the three screaming kids until dinner-wonder why the dinner fairy skipped our house yet again-feed said kicking, screaming kids yet again (they sure eat a lot, don’t they?)- smell them, they smell okay so I change their diapers and place them to bed. Too tired to do a happy dance as I fall into bed at 8 p.m.
Q: Do you play any musical instruments?
A: I played clarinet in Junior High. Does that count?
Q: Do you know any foreign languages?
A: Umm… Nay. (Korean for no! except I’m sure I spelled that completely wrong!)
Q: What one item would you grab if the house was on fire? (assume no living beings are inside)
A: My computer.
Q: What’s one favorite thing you do by yourself?
A: Eat cookies!
Q: Growing up, what did you want to be?
A: A newscaster
Favorite food to cook?
Nothing. I hate cooking.
Favorite sport or physical activity?
Favorite kind of music?
I don’t have a favorite song, but I’m loving me some Chris Young right now.
What makes you laugh?
Can you dance? Sing?
Umm…yeah! I just told you I do happy dances every day!!
No, I really can’t, unless I have a few tequila shots, then I’ve got moves, and my voice starts hitting notes better than Carrie Underwood. Ha!
Which do you prefer for a second home? Mountain cabin, beach house or big city condo?
What three items would you take if you knew you were going to be stranded on a tropical island for a year? (enough suntan lotion is a freebie)
Does this island have Internet access? And power?
No? Okay, well then,
Pen (can I take more than one?)
RJS: Good choices. What is one quote you love, that keeps you going in life?
“Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.” It was all I could think of, but it’s kinda true, ya know?
RJS: One thing few people know about you (that you are willing to share of course)
EB: I hated reading as a child and into my late teens. I never read for fun until I was 19 or 20. And never, once in my life, did I ever think I would be a writer until I was 24 or 25 when I took it up as a hobby. Now I’m 30 and have 5 contracts. Go figure.
RJS: Do you believe in love at first sight, Erin?
EB: Umm… Kinda. I mean, maybe not love, but I do believe chemistry exists at first glance. Something was completely different when I stared at my husband versus other men. Maybe it was an Angel guiding me. I do believe in Angels!
RJS: Yes, I am positive there are angels among us too. I bet they get tired running around, trying to keep up with some of us. Did you bring an excerpt to share today?
EB: Sure did, check this out:
“Is there anything I can help you with?” A deep voice asked from behind her.
“No, I think we have it.” She hopped down from the pen. Glacier blue eyes locked with hers. She would know his eyes anywhere. Her heart quickened just as it did the first time she’d ever laid her gaze upon him, and a tingling sensation shot through her.
Dallas looked older than she remembered, broader, gruffer, but still sexy.
Tucker, you have Tucker.
Where was he, anyway? In her haste to get ready, she’d forgotten to call him.
“Dallas? Yeah, we can use a hand.” Chevy still fumbled with the lock. “Can you come over here and help me with Knuckle Head? Dr. Bailey wants him to walk around so she can get a closer look.”
“I really don’t think that’s necessary–”
“I would love to help. That’s why I’m here.” Dallas jogged to the front of the bull and grabbed the lead rope with his left hand. A plastered cast circled his right wrist and rose halfway up his forearm.
She turned to Spencer and furrowed her brow.
Spencer stared back at her and displayed her pageant winning 2005 Miss Frisbee smile, her thumb up in the air. Some friend she was.
Dallas and Chevy led the bull out of the pen while she observed the bull’s gait.
“Let’s get him over by a water hose. I want to get a closer look at his foot.” She pointed toward a washing station and followed behind the men as they led the bull, sure to steer clear of Knuckle Head’s hind legs in the event he wanted to kick her.
From her position, she had a clear view of Dallas’s backside. Everything appeared to be as tight as she remembered, which did nothing to settle those distracting tingling sensations.
Focus indeed. How can she with all that to check out instead? Getting kicked by the bull seems like the least of her worries. Finally, before we say good bye, where can we find you socially?
Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes, dreaming of the day when something better would come her way, and it did in the form of a five foot six, one hundred and fifty pound engineer.
Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.
That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.
She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance. And the laundry? Well, it’s best not to open the washroom door!