Interview with Author LoRee Peery

Please welcome inspirational romance author LoRee Peery!

E.A.:  Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?

LoRee:  I feel like I’ve been talking way too much about myself this April, so I will say something different from the bios on my website or at White Rose Publishing. A couple tidbits:

I learned to rake a yard the way you rake a hayfield, in windrows. Then you pile up the rows and make a “haystack.”

When I was a girl I loved to swing. I remember the way my hair swished through the grass when I leaned back. Once I swung so high I went over the bar and had the wind knocked out of me.

I climbed into the hayloft at age nine to play with my cat. She was making strange noises, so I picked her up. When she jumped off my lap, a baby kitten was left. Naturally, I stayed to watch the others come into the world.

E.A.:  Wow, it sounds like you had an interesting childhood! I bet your adventures have given you plenty of fodder for writing. Why don’t you tell us about your latest release?

LoRee:  Why would God bring together an older widow and a younger man?

Blurb:

After firefighter Rainn Harris rescues Geneva Carson from being stuck in a tree, she feels she owes him. Helping to care for his autistic niece comes easy, but her attraction to Rainn is a different story. Being drawn to a man twelve years her junior metes internal havoc as Geneva attempts to balance responsibility and personal fulfillment. And the prospect of becoming a middle-aged mom to a special -needs child sends Geneva into a tailspin of conflicting emotions.

As the custodial parent for his young niece, Rainn is determined to be a better parent than his absentee sister. When Geneva agrees to help care for Mia, Rainn is overjoyed. He admires Geneva’s compassion and enthusiasm for life, and expects she’ll be a positive influence on Mia. What he doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the beautiful and vital woman. But Geneva’s hung up on their age difference, and he must convince her of his sincerity before they will ever have a chance at happiness together.

As tension threatens to pull them apart, both must learn to rely on the Lord to direct their futures—whether that means two lives joined or paths in opposite directions.

Excerpt:

Get a grip, woman, and act your age.

The sirens drew close. She soon heard activity below, but she kept her eyes clamped shut.

“Hold on, Ms. Carson. Don’t be scared,” a disembodied voice that didn’t belong to her future son-in-law spoke from below. “Just hold on.”

“I assure you, I’m too scared to let go.” Geneva’s voice quivered. But she couldn’t help smiling at her predicament.

The extension ladder whirred softly and creaked as it reached for the top branches of the tree.

She squeezed her eyes tighter.

“I’m right behind you now.”

“Thank you, Lord.”

“Not God, just me.”

The firefighter chuckled.

Her eyes popped open when she felt him close behind. Thankful for the cropped-pajama bottoms she wore instead of a nightgown, Geneva frowned at the unexpected shiver as she attempted to place the voice.

“Whenever you’re ready, just let go.”

“Thought you told me to hold on.”

“Well, I’m here to catch you now.”

She caught the humor in his voice. And hated it.

“Oh, good grief. I’m too heavy for anybody to catch me.” She lowered her eyes to half mast.

“Spunky, most likely,” came from under his breath.

She doubted he meant for her to hear.

Is that professional behavior? Well, that’s pretty nervy of the guy. But then again, I am caught in a tree. She snickered, wondering if she was hysterical. She tried for a deep breath but it turned into a gulp around her sternum. “Are you sure I can let go?”

“Geneva, trust me.” That popped her eyes wide open.

The confident urging voice and the use of her first name drew enough courage to peer downward.

Rainn Harris.

And he was way too close for comfort.

Eric would never live this down at the firehouse. His future mother-in-law rescued from a tree, by his buddy.

She remembered her first look at him. Rainn was a few years older than Eric, but they became fast friends when they met at University. Geneva may have heard Rainn’s name a time or two before Eric started working on Moselle’s loft, but she hadn’t any reason to pay attention. Since then, she’d seen him with Eric many times.

Rainn probably knew more about her than she did him.

Before she could fathom any further thought, Geneva let go and found herself wrapped in the strongest arms and pressed against the strongest chest imaginable.

I’d climb the tree again if this firefighter would come for me.

E.A.:  Love the excerpt! What inspired you to write Rainn on My Parade?

LoRee:  While I was writing Moselle’s Insurance, a line in the dialogue gave me the idea. It wouldn’t let me go. I have yet to read an older woman/younger man Christian romance. So I told Geneva’s story. Geneva is Moselle’s mother. Rainn is Eric’s friend. Eric is the hero in Moselle’s Insurance.

E.A.:  Where can readers purchase a copy of Rainn on My Parade?

LoRee:  http://whiterosepublishing.com/
www.amazon.com

E.A.:  What is your favorite part of writing?

LoRee:  I absolutely get tingles when the characters take over. When something pops out of their mouths that I hadn’t hat a conscious thought of, I get blown away. God is so good!

E.A.:  I agree completely. Of course, characters taking over the story is something most writers don’t think about until it happens to them. What advice would you give to new writers?

LoRee:  Never stop learning. When distractions and life get in the way, make sure you always have a notebook or paper nearby so you can jot down those ideas or details. That way, you have a starting place when you get your fingers back on the keyboard.

E.A.:  Great advice! I can’t count the number of times I’ve had ideas come to me when I’m far from the computer. And speaking of computers, where can readers find more information on you and your books?

LoRee:  My website is www.loreepeery.com

E.A.:  Is there anything you would like to add?

LoRee:  Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our writing—and writing can consume time and energy—that we forget to place the focus where it belongs. And that’s on Christ. He is the driving force of my life. My greatest desire is that my words work in the hearts of those God has chosen to read what I’ve written.

E.A.:  What an amazing goal! And a wonderful reminder of why we write Christian fiction. Thanks for stopping by, LoRee, and congratulations on the release of Rainn on My Parade!

 

E.W.:  Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?

 

L.P.:  I feel like I’ve been talking way too much about myself this April, so I will say something different from the bios on my website or at White Rose Publishing. A couple tidbits:

 

I learned to rake a yard the way you rake a hayfield, in windrows. Then you pile up the rows and make a “haystack.”

 

When I was a girl I loved to swing. I remember the way my hair swished through the grass when I leaned back. Once I swung so high I went over the bar and had the wind knocked out of me.

 

I climbed into the hayloft at age nine to play with my cat. She was making strange noises, so I picked her up. When she jumped off my lap, a baby kitten was left. Naturally, I stayed to watch the others come into the world.

 

E.W.:  Please tell us about your latest release.

 

L.P.:  Why would God bring together an older widow and a younger man?

 

Blurb:

 

After firefighter Rainn Harris rescues Geneva Carson from being stuck in a tree, she feels she owes him. Helping to care for his autistic niece comes easy, but her attraction to Rainn is a different story. Being drawn to a man twelve years her junior metes internal havoc as Geneva attempts to balance responsibility and personal fulfillment. And the prospect of becoming a middle-aged mom to a special -needs child sends Geneva into a tailspin of conflicting emotions.

 

As the custodial parent for his young niece, Rainn is determined to be a better parent than his absentee sister. When Geneva agrees to help care for Mia, Rainn is overjoyed. He admires Geneva’s compassion and enthusiasm for life, and expects she’ll be a positive influence on Mia. What he doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the beautiful and vital woman. But Geneva’s hung up on their age difference, and he must convince her of his sincerity before they will ever have a chance at happiness together.

 

As tension threatens to pull them apart, both must learn to rely on the Lord to direct their futures—whether that means two lives joined or paths in opposite directions.

 

Excerpt:

Get a grip, woman, and act your age.

The sirens drew close. She soon heard activity below, but she kept her eyes clamped shut.

“Hold on, Ms. Carson. Don’t be scared,” a disembodied voice that didn’t belong to her future son-in-law spoke from below. “Just hold on.”

“I assure you, I’m too scared to let go.” Geneva’s voice quivered. But she couldn’t help smiling at her predicament.

The extension ladder whirred softly and creaked as it reached for the top branches of the tree.

She squeezed her eyes tighter.

“I’m right behind you now.”

“Thank you, Lord.”

“Not God, just me.”

The firefighter chuckled.

Her eyes popped open when she felt him close behind. Thankful for the cropped-pajama bottoms she wore instead of a nightgown, Geneva frowned at the unexpected shiver as she attempted to place the voice.

“Whenever you’re ready, just let go.”

“Thought you told me to hold on.”

“Well, I’m here to catch you now.”

She caught the humor in his voice. And hated it.

“Oh, good grief. I’m too heavy for anybody to catch me.” She lowered her eyes to half mast.

“Spunky, most likely,” came from under his breath.

She doubted he meant for her to hear.

Is that professional behavior? Well, that’s pretty nervy of the guy. But then again, I am caught in a tree. She snickered, wondering if she was hysterical. She tried for a deep breath but it turned into a gulp around her sternum. “Are you sure I can let go?”

“Geneva, trust me.” That popped her eyes wide open.

The confident urging voice and the use of her first name drew enough courage to peer downward.

Rainn Harris.

And he was way too close for comfort.

Eric would never live this down at the firehouse. His future mother-in-law rescued from a tree, by his buddy.

She remembered her first look at him. Rainn was a few years older than Eric, but they became fast friends when they met at University. Geneva may have heard Rainn’s name a time or two before Eric started working on Moselle’s loft, but she hadn’t any reason to pay attention. Since then, she’d seen him with Eric many times.

Rainn probably knew more about her than she did him.

Before she could fathom any further thought, Geneva let go and found herself wrapped in the strongest arms and pressed against the strongest chest imaginable.

I’d climb the tree again if this firefighter would come for me.

 

E.W.:  What inspired you to write Rainn on My Parade?

 

L.P.:  While I was writing Moselle’s Insurance, a line in the dialogue gave me the idea. It wouldn’t let me go. I have yet to read an older woman/younger man Christian romance. So I told Geneva’s story. Geneva is Moselle’s mother. Rainn is Eric’s friend. Eric is the hero in Moselle’s Insurance.

 

E.W.:  Where can readers purchase a copy of Rainn on My Parade?

 

L.P.:  http://whiterosepublishing.com/

www.amazon.com

 

E.W.:  What is your favorite part of writing?

 

L.P.:  I absolutely get tingles when the characters take over. When something pops out of their mouths that I hadn’t hat a conscious thought of, I get blown away. God is so good!

 

E.W.:  What advice would you give to new writers?

 

L.P.:  Never stop learning. When distractions and life get in the way, make sure you always have a notebook or paper nearby so you can jot down those ideas or details. That way, you have a starting place when you get your fingers back on the keyboard.

 

E.W.:  Where can readers find more information on you and your books?

 

L.P.:  My website is www.loreepeery.com

 

E.W.:  Is there anything you would like to add?

 

L.P.:  Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our writing—and writing can consume time and energy—that we forget to place the focus where it belongs. And that’s on Christ. He is the driving force of my life. My greatest desire is that my words work in the hearts of those God has chosen to read what I’ve written.