Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Author Interview- Sandy Wolters

Happy Tuesday readers. Today I'm proud to introduce you to author Sandy Wolters, who has brought us not one, but two of her books.


Welcome Sandy, can you tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.

A:  Affectionate   B:  Bibliophile   C:  Curious

What are your three favorite things?

A.      Family, including Fred, my beagle     B.      Writing      C.      Chocolate


Are you self- published or with a publishing company (if so, which one?)?

I am self-published.

What for you is the best part of writing? What is the worst?

My favorite part of writing is the writing itself, especially when you have one of those days that you sit down and before you know it, you’ve written 5,000 words.  The worst part of writing for me is coming up with the blurbs for books.  After I send my manuscript off to my editor, she knows to start hounding me daily to get the blurb done.  Those 500 or so words are absolutely excruciating for me to write.

Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?

I currently have six books published:
Maggie MaeSteamy contemporary romance with a ghostly paranormal twist
Justice For EmilySteamy romantic suspense, crime drama/police procedural with a ghostly paranormal twist
A Brother’s LoveRomantic suspense with a ghostly paranormal twist
Soul MatesSteamy, award winning time travel romance
When One Door ClosesBook 1 in the Rock Star Series – Steamy contemporary romance
Another Door OpensBook 2 and conclusion to the Rock Star Series – Steamy contemporary romance with a ghostly paranormal twist

You can see that most of my work has a bit of ghostly activity.  I love creating characters that are no longer living.  For example, two of the characters in Justice For Emily were dead before the book even started.  LOL  Let’s face it.  Most of us have lost loved ones.  A lot of us have had visitations of some sort from them after their death.  In many of my books, the dead come back to comfort their loved ones that are still living.  In some cases, they offer much needed comic relief in dire situations.  In others, they offer a sense of peace in hectic or painful circumstances the living loved one happens to be going through.

 When writing, which do you prefer to write with, computer or paper and pen?

I’ve never been able to be creative when I sit down with pen and paper.  That’s probably a good thing because I can’t read my writing anymore.  The creative process just seems to flow better when I’m sitting in front of a blank white computer screen. 




Purchase Links: ($1.99 digital)


(Available in Print - $7.99)


Blurb:

Her marriage a disaster, Lilly closes the door to her personal life. Can meeting Bruce open a door to a new life or will her fear shut her off from love? 

All Lilly has ever wanted to do is sing, but being an internationally famous superstar has turned her life into a living nightmare. Closing the door on her destructive marriage, she runs to her best friend's rural home in northern Arizona, hoping to stay out of the public's eye and sort out her life. 

Bruce Silk, a Flagstaff police officer, doesn't approve of his brother's rakish rock star lifestyle but still keeps an eye on his remote home when he's out on tour. More than once he's had to arrest groupies who invaded the property to steal some small memento from the famous Clay Silk. So why does he feel sucker-punched when he slaps the cuffs on this latest trespasser? 

When One Door Closes is the first book in the “Rock Star Series.”  Each book in this series is stand alone.

Excerpt: 

Curiosity gripped him. Who was this woman his philandering brother seemed to care so much about? Bruce watched from the kitchen doorway as she finished preparing their hot cocoa. Her small size seemed incongruent with the amount of sensuality exuding from her. No wonder she's Clay's favorite, he thought as a pang of jealousy swept over him.
Dominating the room, her sensuous presence relaxed his cop perceptions and stimulated his male senses to a full appreciation for the view in front of him. Looking at her feet, he realized that despite the six-inch heels, the top of her head had only come up to his chest while he was handcuffing her. Damn, he thought, she is one fine woman. Who the hell wears those kinds of shoes sitting on a back deck all by themselves?
Observing her skintight, leather-clad legs, lust filled him as his eyes and his imagination quickly moved to gaze at her curvaceous southern regions. Staring at her beautifully rounded bottom, his mind swiftly moved to a destination that he had not been fortunate enough to visit lately, even though it wasn’t for lack of opportunity. A lascivious grin, coveted by most of the women around these parts, crept across his face. 
Lilly turned to find him leering at her, locked away in his own private daydream. Still it was a look she would recognize anywhere. She'd seen it countless times but never really appreciated it until tonight. Too bad, she thought, that I'm not the type of person to have a one-night stand, unlike my husband. A stab of fresh pain hit her in the chest, and she had to catch the sorrowful moan before it left her lips. No. I'm not going to do that to myself—not anymore. She had an inkling that if she let him, this man could make her feel better for a while at least. Letting these dangerous thoughts slip away, she cleared her throat to get his attention. 
He came back from wherever his imagination had just taken him to find her smiling sweetly at him. As she moved toward him with the mugs in hand, he was grateful she had let him off the hook so easily. There was no way in hell he wanted to explain where his daydream had taken the two of them. It was bad enough that she obviously knew that his thoughts were lustful—no need for her to know how much further they had taken him. 

Read entire first chapter excerpt: 

 What people are saying about When One Door Closes:

"The book made me laugh, made me mad, made me feel the pain of the characters at times, that kinda adds up to a good book that is well written." - Douglas C. Meeks

"This is the fifth story written by award winning Author Sandy Wolters. Her finely honed, excellent writing style swoops the reader right into her tales of romance, mystery, struggles, and tenderness." - Nancy of Utah

"Take these three people, combine them with one nasty, good for nothing, succubus of a husband, rabid fans, a no nonsense housekeeper and a big mushy dog and you have the makings for a delightful way to spend a lazy day enjoying yourself with a good story." - Penelope Adams, PRG

" There are so many emotions in this book, You are happy, sad , angry and laughing in a matter of pages. You won't put the book down. The only sad thing is that it has to end." - Patricia (Goodreads)



Purchase Links: ($1.99 digital)

(Available in Print - $7.99)

Blurb:

Can a man who has never lacked for women in his life meet the challenge when the woman he truly desires wants nothing to do with him? 

Clayton Silk has reveled in the attention he receives as a rock star. His only close friend is Lilly, another international rock star, but she has chosen to step back from the spotlight and enjoy her relationship with his brother Bruce, which has started Clay thinking about his life. 

When he decides to take a break from touring and spend some time with Bruce and Lilly, he meets a woman who drives him to distraction, a woman who resists all his usual charms, and makes him wonder what it will take to break down her resistance before he loses his mind. As he discovers, it may just cost him her life.

Excerpt:

They were both startled when Barney picked that moment to come running through the house. He moved back and forth in front of them with urgency. When all he got was curious looks, he stopped and gave them both an inquisitive stare. 
Nancy reached for the dog. "What is it, boy?"
Barney started to whine quietly, his big blue eyes almost hidden from view because of his wrinkles, but still able to convey his consternation through his expressive face. Nancy set her beer on the table and moved forward so her knees were almost touching the mammoth-sized dog. "He looks like he’s in distress, Clay. What’s wrong with him?"
At that moment, both Nancy and Clay heard a faint voice. "Help! Help!"
Nancy jumped back and practically landed on Clay’s lap. She grabbed his leg and held on for dear life. Never taking her eyes from the dog, she yelled, "Did you hear that? Clay, did you hear that? Did Barney just actually say help?"
Something akin to terror sparked in Clay’s eyes as he looked at the enormous dog in front of him. Shit, he thought, this can’t be happening! Did the damn dog actually find the spooks and get himself possessed? Unnerved because he no longer knew what to expect with the disembodied voices and where they were coming from, Clay’s voice broke when he spoke. "Barney?"
Panic set in, and Nancy’s fight or flight instinct raised its ugly head as the dog moved slowly toward her with a look of desperation in his expressive eyes. The death grip she had on Clay’s leg would definitely leave bruises.
The beast gradually opened his mouth and spit a slimy, mucous-covered, green mass of feathers out on her cozy, white bathrobe. Nancy jumped and gasped for air at the sight of the unmoving bird covered in goo and lying limply in her lap, its bony little legs straight up in the air with talons clinched tight in a death grip.
Nancy and Clay, stunned at the gift Barney had brought them, stayed perfectly still, not knowing what to do next or how to react.
Barney nudged the bird with his cold nose and whined. The bird chose that moment to move as fast as possible to get away from its captor. It turned quickly, gained its footing, and ran as fast as its little legs would carry it up the bathrobe. With determination, it dove down the front opening of the robe and found respite between the warmth of Nancy’s bare breasts.
Jumping up, Nancy stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do, arms spread wide, fists clenched and chest heaving, her body stiffened with pure panic. Her eyes, filled with hysteria, darted toward Clay, whose eyes crinkled with humor. He had his fist pressed against his mouth to stop the laughter, but one look at her standing there, ready to freak out, and he burst out laughing. 
The bird chose that same moment to stick its head out of the opening of the bathrobe. "Help," it yelled once again. She felt it shaking with fear and realized the poor thing was only trying to protect itself. Barney tried to reach out with his nose to comfort his newfound toy, but the bird quickly retreated back into the warmth and safety of Nancy’s breasts.


What people are saying about Another Door Opens:

"What a beautiful love story.” - Teresa Jensen

"A Magnificent Story. This is a fun story to read as it has moments of unforgettable humor, paranormal events, a massive dog named Barney who saves an injured small bird, romance, and a dominating housekeeper… Read this story, you'll love it!" – Nancy of Utah

“Ms Wolters does not disappoint writing another heartfelt love story, a bit of the paranormal, a scoop of mayhem and a dollop of intrigue.” – Gloria Lakritz, Paranormal Romance Guild

INFORMATION ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Sandy Wolters is a prolific writer with five other novels to date.  Soul Mates, her steamy time travel romance, won first place in the Paranormal Romance Guild’s 2013 Reviewer Choice Awards for Paranormal Romance-Novella.

Author Links:

Twitter @SandyWolters:  https://twitter.com/SandyWolters
E-mail:  sandywolters.author@gmail.com