Please welcome multi-published author Wendy Rich Stetson to my blog
Wendy’s Heartsong Hills Book 2 in the Hearts of the Ridge Series is a Sweet Contemporary Romance
Wendy Rich Stetson is a New York City girl who still considers the Central Pennsylvania countryside to be her home. She grew up road tripping in a 1979 VW camper van, and she keeps a running list of favorite roadside attractions from coast to coast. Now an author of sweet, small-town romance, Wendy is no stranger to storytelling. She’s a Broadway and television actress, an audiobook narrator, and a mom who likes nothing more than collaborating on children’s books with her teenage artist daughter. Wendy lives in Upper Manhattan with her family of three and rambunctious Maine Coon kitty.
LG: So what was the inspiration for your book Heartsongs Hills Wendy? And by the way I absolutely love the cover!
Twenty-five years of work as a professional actor has taught me that every villain is the hero of their own story. No one thinks of themselves as the bad guy. They say what they say and do what they do for a reason—often out of a desire to protect or care for those they love. To them, their actions are necessary and right.
If Hometown, Book 1 in my series, has a villain, it’s the hero’s sister, Nora Beiler. To Tessa, the heroine, Nora seems irrationally bitter, angry, and stubborn in her ways. She’s perhaps the biggest impediment to Tessa’s much desired Happily Ever After. When I decided to expand Hometown into a series, I knew I wanted Nora to be the heroine of book 2. She has undergone tremendous tragedy in her life. She’s wounded, physically and emotionally, and I became obsessed with understanding her. Why does Nora act the way she does? How can she heal? Who will bring her out of her shell and convince her to risk loving again? The answers to those puzzles certainly surprised Nora, and they surprised me too! Her story is uplifting and funny—full of family, heart and plenty of swoon worthy moments. I’m delighted to share it with readers.
LG Here’s an excerpt to tickle your tastebuds:
“Looking for someone?” Keeping his gaze on the instrument, he slowed his fingers and brushed them in one smooth stroke over the strings.
A rich, resonant chord sounded of sunset and the last days of summer. “No.” She laid one hand on a handlebar and shook it.
“Stick around and I might charge admission.”
Another chord followed with a tone so bright and true she felt her ribs sing in harmony. She snugged her arms against her chest to dull the vibrations. This whole evening was just too much—the class and the music and the dancing and now, this smart aleck cowboy with his filthy boots slung on her bike like he owned it. How typical. The English believed themselves entitled to everything. Those kindly old folks in the exercise class almost convinced her otherwise. How wrong she was.
She jerked the handlebar hard.
His feet slid, and he lunged sideways. With a twang, the music cut off, and the guitar banged against the truck bed. A loose strand of black hair flopped over his forehead.
He swiped it away and gazed sidelong with eyes the color of mossy stones. Seeming only now to clock her plain garb, his brows lifted. His gaze trailed down her body and back to her face, in a look more admiring than curious.
Thank you so much Wendy for sharing this. I wish you the very best for your continued writing and life, but
that’s not all folks:
Below are the links, but first I just want to say thank you so much for joining us today Wendy, I’m looking forward to the read already…
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Thank you so much for joining us today Wendy. I’m already looking forward to reading…
Follow Wendy’s journey at www.wendyrichstetson.com