Welcome Lisa M Owens!
When or what made you decide to become an author?
Writing has always been an important part of my life. I started writing short stories and poetry at a young age. But it wasn’t until high school that I considered the possibility of becoming an author. My freshman year, we had to write an assignment—our most embarrassing memory.
I wrote my paper about my mother walking in and interrupting my almost-first kiss. Only one fellow student was supposed to read it, but somehow, mine got passed around the classroom. Students were laughing at my detailed description of the incident and every student wanted to read it. That was what made me think that maybe there was something about the way I wrote that could possibly entertain and amuse others.
What is your writing style? Do you just sit down and write or do you create character sketches, outlines, or notes?
I little bit of all the above. Before I even begin my story, I write an initial outline. Nothing too specific but ideas of how I would like the story to flow, along with general characteristics for each character. Names, approximate ages, professions, etc. For the main part, I stick to my outline. Although some of the details might change, the overall idea remains the same.
How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?
At this time, I have one that is already published. I have two works in progress; one of them is almost finished and hopefully, will soon be ready for submission.
Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about there writing that captures your soul?
Without a doubt, Sharon Sala.
She is the type of writer that I have always wanted to be. She writes stories about real-life topics like child abuse and rape with flawed characters that tug on your emotional heartstrings. It is a rare thing when I read one of her books dry-eyed.
What is your favorite plot line type?
Second chances. Whether it’s an emotionally scarred character that has been devastated by love or the story of the chance to make things right with the one that got away, these kinds of stories have always been favorites of mine. Because it seems as though anything is possible. You just have to believe…
What is your current work in progress and how did get the idea for the Work in [R1]
My current novel, What If, is the second book in my If Only series.
When Maggie Ryerson was a teenager, she made a choice that changed her life forever. When the stick turned blue, she found herself torn between two men. One was the friend who had comforted her when her world was turned upside-down and the other was the father of her baby. Both men had feelings for her and both men wanted to marry her.
She chose to marry for love.
Now faced with an unplanned pregnancy, a husband who can’t keep a steady job, and a hormonal teenager, Maggie wonders what her life would have been like if she had married for money instead.
But like the saying goes, be careful what you wish for…
Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?
Never give up. It took me over four years to complete this novel. I was working full-time and struggling to raise two children on my own. People kept saying that it would never happen; that my wish to be a published author was simply a pipe dream. I believe that some people are afraid of failure. They figure that if you don’t try, they you can’t fail. Well, that may be true, but if you never try, haven’t you failed already?
Where are the bodies buried? IE Is there any old work in progresses you threw aside and decided not to complete and why?
Let me break out my shovel…
And the answer is yes, I have a file cabinet full of them. Old plays from high school and my very first attempt at writing a romance novel.
Except for most of them being written when I was between the ages of fourteen and seventeen, a few of the plays have decent storylines. I would like to try my hand at rejuvenating those and possibly making them into young adult novels.
My first romance novel also has some possibilities, but it would take a lot of work to mold it into a decent story. I plan on attacking it someday…those characters have stories to tell!
What is a good villain?
To me, a good villain is like a chameleon. Charming and dripping with good social graces, able to lure in an unsuspecting victim with ease and then once they have you right where they want you, they snatch you into their evil clutches, showing you a horrifying side that chills you all the way down to the bone.
BLURB:
What would you do if you had the opportunity to go back and relive your greatest mistake?
Five years ago, Bree Sexton walked out on her fiancé and into the arms of a charming and handsome stranger. She has regretted her decision ever since. Instead of a fairy-tale marriage, her “prince” shattered her dreams and her spirit with physical violence and emotional cruelty she barely escaped.
She then mysteriously wakes up in bed with the fiancé she loved and left, the life she’d dreamed of now a reality, until her cruel ex-husband reappears to destroy her new life. But what is real, and what is make-believe? Is she really getting the chance she has always dreamed of? And when it is all said and done, will she finally end up with the man she has always regretted leaving? Or will she wake up to discover herself alone?
EXCERPT:
Bree stood there for a minute, watching as he walked out of her life. She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had married Scott instead of Bryan. How would her life have been different? Would she have had children by now? Would she and Scott still be together, after all this time? Those thoughts and more weighed heavily on her mind as she headed out of the bar. It had begun to snow, and she wrapped her coat even tighter around her slender frame. She looked around, but there was no one to be found. She couldn’t help herself; she stuck out her tongue, a childish impulse she couldn’t ignore, and then laughed out loud in spite of herself.
She looked both ways before attempting to cross the street. Not seeing any cars, she began to make her way across. Bree was walking cautiously when one of her high heels slipped on a patch of ice. She could feel herself falling, and her breathing quickened as she began to panic, wishing she had waited for her friends before venturing off on her own. One shoe flew off as she landed, her head striking the curb. A sharp pain racked through the back of her skull, causing her to cry out. The last thing she saw was Scott’s face swimming before her eyes, and then her world went black.
* * * *
Bree awoke to a man nipping gently on her earlobe, his tongue stroking the delicate curves. His hot breath blew into her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. She slowly opened her eyes as a man’s hand stroked her upper thigh, and she sighed happily.
Ooh, I must be dreaming. And it was such a delicious dream, too.
The man’s hand traveled up her thigh and then encircled her flat stomach. Out of the corner of her eyes, Bree could see a dark head pressing against her abdomen. Then she shivered as a tongue laved her belly button, going in and out erotically, making her feel as though her body was on fire. Bryan had never made her feel like this, and she hadn’t even looked yet to see who this stranger was! But she was only dreaming, so what difference did it make?
His hand continued traveling north, lovingly caressing her skin. He reached for her aching breasts, pressing her nipples roughly before he lowered his mouth to suckle them, first one, and then the other. Bree arched in anxious response to his touch. She longed to see his face, but she feared one look would make his magical touch disappear.
She ached all over, wanted his hands to caress her everywhere, and she longed to touch him. She opened her legs as he straddled her. His hair brushed her naked chest as he began kissing her. His tongue was driving her crazy with desire as he placed tender kisses along her neckline. He brushed her hair aside.
His morning stubble stung her delicate skin, but she hungered for more. Just one more touch, just one more taste, and she would awaken from this wonderful dream and find herself in bed, all alone.
“Oh, Bree, baby. What you do to me,” he whispered, his voice husky.
That voice jerked her back to the present. The voice had haunted her dreams for
years. The voice of the man she just couldn’t seem to get over.
“Scott,” she whispered.
Links to find Lisa
http://www.lmowens.com/
https://twitter.com/_lisamowens
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-M-Owens-Author-Page/401065116637549
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6884569.Lisa_M_Owens
Buy If Only
http://www.lsbooks.com/lisa-m-owens-c343.php
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Thank you so much for having me!!
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