Interview With Author Sherry Ewing
Hi y’all, thanks for stopping by. Please help me welcome author Sherry Ewing. Sherry and I are blog swapping today with interviews, so you’ll find my Naked Truth over on Sherry’s blog, and she is answering some questions for me here. Read on!
Bio: Sherry Ewing picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. A bestselling author, she writes medieval, time travel, and Regency era romances all with a happily ever after ending. An Information Technology Specialist by day, she enjoys writing romance novels to awaken the soul one heart at a time at night.
Thank you, Lisa, for the opportunity to appear on your website today and swap blog posts. It’s always wonderful to learn about another new author.
I agree, Sherry! So let’s get the ball rolling. When did you first know you wanted to be a writer?
I can remember writing little poems to pictures I found in magazines when I was young and putting them in a notebook. When I was in high school, I turned in an essay to my English teacher about how I wanted to be an author when I grew up. She told me my writing would never amount to anything.
Oh, wow. I can’t even imagine . . . did you give up on that dream after such a terrible experience?
I will admit I was pretty crushed at the time. I still continued to dabble here and there but then put aside those dreams to raise my children. It wasn’t until my children were more or less grown in 2008 that I began writing.
How did you feel completing your first manuscript?
I’m not sure I can compare it to anything else I’ve ever experienced. There is a certain elation that runs through you knowing you’ve accomplished a life-long dream. My first attempt at writing a book is still in need of a lot of tender loving care. There’s a reason it’s called your first book. I’ve learned a lot about the craft of writing since joining Romance Writers of America in 2012. I hope to have One Moment in Time out in early 2016.
How did you decide to become a self-published author instead of going traditional?
I will admit that I did send out query letters to agents and editors in the beginning. Every author dreams of being given a contract with the big publishers in New York City, myself included. It wasn’t until I finished If My Heart Could See You that I decided I wanted to keep control of my work from the covers to the editing. It’s a lot of work but I enjoy it. Imagine my surprise when it became an Amazon bestselling eBook three days after the paperback released!
That’s awesome! What genre do you write?
I certainly have my hands in a lot of cookie jars. My first manuscript takes place in the Regency era. I hadn’t finished that one when a vision of a castle on a hill started taking shape, along with its inhabitants. Medieval, time travels, and Regency era novels…all with a happily ever after ending. My critique partner and I even have a contemporary floating around inside our heads. No wonder I’m self-publishing.
Do you have any advice for new authors?
I would give the same advice to any new author that I received. Join a writing organization that fits the genre you write in. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for the national and local chapter of Romance Writers of America.
My other bit of advice is this: Write, write and write some more. Yes, you finished your very first manuscript, but that doesn’t mean it’s ready to be published. Hire a line and content editor and don’t skip this important step. Your mother and friends can’t provide your work with what your novel needs to publish a good quality book. Write book two and three and, as hard as this is, wait until you have at least three to four books more or less ready to go. You want your readers to be able to grab your next book. If they have to wait for a year for the next one, you’ll be forgotten.
And remember this…We write because we have a story to tell. We write so we can share our passion for the written word. We write because to not write would be unthinkable. You are never too old to go after your dreams. It may take a while for your novels to become published, but I promise you when they are, the wait will be worth it.
Thank you again for agreeing to do a blog swap, Lisa. I hope your readers will head over to my website so they can learn more about you! http://www.sherryewing.com/apps/blog/
A Knight To Call My Own ~ A Medieval Romance. Release date July 16, 2015
When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?
Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love and not have that love returned. Her brother-in-law has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.
Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck in search of a bride. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand.
From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will be high to ensure her safety, and even higher to win her love.
When would she stop making such stupid decisions as actually looking at the man, not that she had anywhere else to gaze, given his close proximity. The firelight from the torches in the wall sconces brought out the red of his hair. She would have sighed at the sight of it, but would not give him the gratification. His heavy lidded, hazel eyes took on a light of their own and seemed to search into her very soul. She gulped and watched a gleam enter those knowing orbs whilst a discerning grin formed on his mouth. A mouth that was rapidly closing the distance between them!
“Do not dare─”
Her words were cut off as his mouth quickly took possession of her own, for possess her he did, with just the slightest first brush of his lips. She gasped when a turbulent wave of searing heat radiated throughout her entire body. But, such a profound encounter only allowed him to further plunder her senses as his tongue began to frolic with her own. Sweet Jesus, what in the world is he doing to me?
She felt his hands cup her face ’til he tilted her head, allowing him better access to her mouth. An unexpected moan escaped her. ’Twas, apparently, what he had wanted to hear from her. The sound surely only confirmed his own damn suspicions that she had told a lie when speaking of the effect of Rolf’s kiss. She was certain such a revelation pleased him.
His hands began a slow descent as they roamed down her back ’til he cupped her bottom, bringing her up hard against his solid frame. She quaked in response to such intimacy between them. Her shock did not stop his arm from winding around her waist, keeping her firmly in place as he continued to devour her last shreds of reality. The disbelief of feeling his firmly muscled body pressed up against her own sent any sense of prudence to remain indifferent to him fleeing from her mind. How could one keep a hold on any form of rationality when all she could suddenly feel was the unmistakable form of his manhood pressed intimately against her?
She was lost, and she unexpectedly cared not. Nay…all she could recognize in her feeble attempts to remain level headed was the fact that any control of the situation she may have had up to this point had vanished as soon as Ian had kissed her. Her arms made their way up and around his neck to playfully finger his shoulder length hair. She mimicked what he was doing to her mouth, letting him teach her what he liked. She must have done something right, for she heard his own groan of pleasure whilst he tightened his grip upon her.
Was it just her imagination, or did her body seem to mold itself to his own, as if they had been made for one another, even whilst his hands roamed freely over her backside? And yet, she did not complain, or even make the slightest protest. This was how it felt to finally be in his arms. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, she was almost waiting for someone to come and wake her, for surely she must be dreaming. She reached out and clasped the nape of Ian’s neck as she urged him onward in this journey he was taking her on. ’Twas sheer bliss…bliss ’til she felt herself being rudely yanked from his embrace.
Lynet gazed around with passion filled eyes to see who had interrupted them, but there was no one near, except the man who had proved his point that Rolf was not the knight for her. Aye! The deliberate burning glare in those obnoxious hazel eyes told her he knew exactly what he had done to her, and he was glad for it, the bastard.
Ian leaned down from his towering height so they came almost nose to nose. “Lesson number one, Lynet, is never lie to me again. Rolf is a good man, but he will never be able to make you feel the way I can. I will be victorious at the end of the games, and you will be my wife. You…are…mine.”
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Do you have a question for Sherry? Wonder about the world of self-pubbing? Curious about how she juggles different historical eras and stays true to each? Just ask, she’ll be happy to answer.
Thanks, Sherry, for trading blogs with me today. And if you’re hanging out with us here, please link over to Sherry’s blog where I’m answering some interview questions about Maddie and Caleb, the main characters in Love Built to Last.
See you Friday with more Observations From the Tub!