Special Guest Chris Redding!

Today’s Special Guest is my good friend Chris Redding!! Check out her Interview and Book Excerpt!


Why did you start writing and when did you decide to go professional?

I began writing when I was ten. I began again when I was pregnant with my second child more than sixteen years ago. At that point, I figured if I was going to put in the time I might as well try to sell it.

Do you write in more than one genre? Which ones and which do you like the best?

All of what I write comes under the heading of romance, but I write in two sub genres, romantic suspense and romantic comedy. I like both equally. It’s nice to write a rom com after the darkness and heaviness of a romantic suspense.

What is the most difficult part of the entire writing process for you? Queries, pitches, editing..etc.

The marketing. That is not how my brain works, but it is necessary if I expect to be successful, I need to do it. Books are a product and if you don’t tell people about them they won’t know to buy it.

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Book Excerpt:
“He just has to help me,” she said to no one. Because no one occupied the alley.

Until a man rounded the corner.

The way the man slammed into her, she knew it wasn’t an accident.

He could have gone around her, but he didn’t. She turned to give him a good Jersey Girl dressing down, when he grabbed her arm. He jerked her close. She looked up into deep-set eyes that held no soul.

The snarky retort died on her lips.

“We want the package, Madison.”


Holy crap. How did he know her name? How did he know about the package? Her heart jumped into her throat. She yanked on her arm, looking around hoping for witnesses.

No one else walked this stretch of the sidewalk. Odd since it was lunchtime. Maybe this man made this happen. His blocking of the road meant power.

Turning back to him, she asked, “What package?”

Madison wanted to snarl at him, but she needed to play the innocent so she shuddered.

“The one your husband sent you,” in a voice that spoke of years of cigarette use.

“I don’t have any package.” Her words tumbled over themselves as he gripped her tighter. His hot, spicy breath wrinkled her nose.

“We know it arrived. You have it. We want it.”


What the hell was Charlie into? Why did he send her that package? Damn him. She would like to give Charlie a nice roundhouse kick, but she after she dealt with this asshole.

“Uh, I don’t have it.”

“Yes, you do.”

Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and two show rabbits. Her youngest son is a member of 4-H, hence the show rabbits.
Chris graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism and is still a diehard Nittany Lions fan. In fact, she bleeds Penn State Blue!  Her dream is to get her Masters in Education degree and teach creative writing at Penn State.
Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills. She also dabbles in copywriting, including web content and product descriptions. When she isn’t writing, she works for a local winery.

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Teaser Tuesday with Chris Redding!

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with Author Chris Redding!

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License to Nerd

Madison West appears on Peter Quincy’s doorstep as expected, when her husband, Charlie, disappears. Peter had been her husband’s best man and had promised to take care of Madison if something happened to him. Neither Madison nor Peter are what they seem, but will their lies to each other to save the world, instead fail to save them from each other?

   

 “He just has to help me,” she said
to no one. Because no one occupied the alley.

     Until
a man rounded the corner.
     The
way the man slammed into her, she knew it wasn’t an accident.
      He could have gone around her,
but he didn’t. She turned to give him a good Jersey Girl dressing down, when he
grabbed her arm. He jerked her close. She looked up into deep-set eyes that
held no soul.
     The
snarky retort died on her lips.
     “We
want the package, Madison.”
     Holy crap. How did he know her name? How did
he know about the package?
Her heart jumped into her throat. She yanked on
her arm, looking around hoping for witnesses.
      No one else walked this
stretch of the sidewalk. Odd since it was lunchtime. Maybe this
man made this happen. His blocking of the road meant power.
     Turning
back to him, she asked, “What package?”
     Madison
wanted to snarl at him, but she needed to play the innocent so she shuddered.
     “The
one your husband sent you,” in a voice that spoke of years of cigarette use.
     “I
don’t have any package.” Her words tumbled over themselves as he gripped her
tighter. His hot, spicy breath wrinkled her nose.
     “We
know it arrived. You have it. We want it.”
     What the hell was Charlie into? Why did he
send her that package?
Damn him. She would like to give Charlie a nice
roundhouse kick, but she after she dealt with this asshole.
     “Uh,
I don’t have it.”
     “Yes,
you do.”
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her family and
various animals. She writes romantic suspense and romantic comedy. She
graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism. When she isn’t writing,
she works part time for a local winery.
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Teaser From Chris Redding…

Special Guest Blogger today, please welcome back Chris Redding!

What if your past comes back to haunt you?
Chelsea James, captain of the Biggin Hill First Aid Squad,
has had ten years to mend a broken heart and forget about the man who’d left
her hurt and bewildered. Ten years to get her life on track. But fate has other
plans.

Fire Inspector Jake Campbell, back in town after a decade, investigates a
string of arsons, only to discover they are connected to the same arsons he’d
been accused of long ago. Now his past has come back to haunt him, and Chelsea
is part of that past.
Together, Chelsea and Jake must join forces to defeat
their mutual enemy. Only then can they hope to rekindle the flames of passion.
But before they can do that, Chelsea must learn to trust again. Their lives
could depend on it.
Excerpt 
A sinister scene from her younger
days crept into her conscious mind. Another fire, or a bunch of them, that had
been set. Accusations had swirled. Her bravado of moments ago left her.
Mark made a noise that brought
Chelsea back to the present.
She gauged they’d been in the house
fifteen minutes, and her air should be running out soon. She motioned for her
partner to move forward, then she thought better. She wouldn’t be a hero and
risk her life for a house. She shoved Mark toward the door.
Someone had torched the place. She
had no doubt. Her heart pounded in her ears. Sweat snaked its way down her back
and she swallowed through a dry throat. The person had poured the accelerant in
a deliberate pattern. As if mocking her.
Her lungs struggled to pull in enough
oxygen for her body to stay on the job. Her adrenaline had taken the last train
to Clarksville.
Chelsea squinted as a flash appeared
and a wall of flame shot up between her and the guys on the other line. “What
the hell?” She shoved her partner and the hose back toward them.
“Flashover.” The deafening roar
obliterated her voice. She shouted louder.
The wall to her right burst into
flames. She redirected the spray until the fire died. What would she encounter
next?
She labored for every breath as if
the air came through felt.
“Chief, I can’t see Jay and Wagner.”
Clutching the hose with now achy fingers, she willed the fire back as if it
were a demon that rose from the ashes of her past.
With teeth clenched, she hosed down
the base of the flame, eager for it to die.
“Wagner’s down,” she heard and knew
the demon insisted on winning. Her SCBA buzzed. Five minutes before she’d have
no air. Or less.
She motioned for Mark to help Carl
Jay pull his partner out of the fire.
“Get out. The roof’s caving,” the
chief yelled.
Mustering the last of her strength,
Chelsea followed the other three to safety. Behind her, a loud crunch issued
from the house like the last gasp of the demon they’d been battling.
The house fell with one final groan.