Friday, October 26, 2012

Beach Chat with Sandra Brown Rarey

Name:  Sandra Brown Rarey

Recommend a Beach Read: The Blond Leading the Blond. The last time I read at the beach it was this book, the second time around. It is 100% entertainment. I've read it 3 times now and I am beginning to feel like Ellery is my neighbour.  Or maybe me. I can't wait for book two. (editor’s note:  I did NOT pay her to say that! Really!   But in the interest of full disclosure, she is one of my critique partners who read the book back in its infancy--and awful-cy!  And it’s a better book for her insights!) 

Most cherished beach memory:    Not cherished, but the most memorable:

We were in our boat off Sandy Beach on the Mobjack Bay with our daughter and grandson, who was four. A pod of porpoise found us and decided to play. They surrounded us, swimming alongside our boat, crisscrossing in front of our bow. There were about a dozen of them, including several babies who kept in perfect synchronization with their mothers. It was a wonderful, heady ten minutes or so before they abandoned us.
We beached the boat and walked along the sandy shoreline, collecting shells and driftwood. The tide came in. We waded out to the now-floating boat with our grandson between us, his hands in ours as we pulled him playfully through water up to his chest. His laughter turned into screams. A huge jellyfish had wrapped around his torso. We got him into the boat. His body had turned blotchy scarlet. Tremors set in and his eyes began to roll. He was going into shock and we were at least an hour away from getting him to a medical facility. We had nothing on board to work with except ice and coke. We dumped the coke over him washing away the tentacles and hopefully the poison, hoping we wouldn’t cause more pain. Then we iced him down. By the time we made it to the dock he had returned to a normal color and the welts had disappeared. He was chatting up a storm and hungry.
He doesn’t remember that day. I will never forget it.

     One author, living or dead, with whom you’d like to sip Mai Tais with on Waikiki Beach:  Margaret Mitchell. She was so overwhelmed with the demands of being the author of the most successful first novel ever written, she had no time to enjoy life, or even begin another book. She could use a few Mai Tais.

Worst non-writing job you ever had:  When I was first married I silk-screened front covers for Emerson stereos. My hands split and bled from the chemicals.   Needless to say, I gave the job up before my fingers fell off.

Favorite quote or saying:  Ah, love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, would we not shatter it to bits and then, remold it closer to the hearts desire? ~ Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam  (The year our home was destroyed by Hurricane Isabel and we had to partially demolish it to rebuild for the third time, I wrote that quote in fat, black magic marker across the wall of my livingroom above the flood water line. The insurance adjustor took a photo of it and published it in the company's magazine.)  It has expressed my emotions on more than one occasion in my life.
Song that you dance to (when no one is watching):  Chopsticks  (You are going to want to crank up the volume and take a listen to this amazing version of Chopsticks by none other than Liberace.  I guarantee it will have tapping your toes along with it!)

Three of your favorite things: God, my family, my friends.

Two secret vices:  1)   Wearing pajamas during the day (but never at night).  2)  Getting my chocolate fix by eating frosting right out of the can…on my finger.   

One pet peeve: Appliances and devices that glow at night. Between my televisions, media players, cell phones, land-line phone, computers, microwave, stove, refrigerator, coffee pot and even electric toothbrush, my house, at night, looks like the cockpit of a Boeing 747. Why would anyone need to buy a night light anymore?

Bio: I was born and raised in Upstate New York. We moved to Virginia a half a lifetime ago, but I am still considered a come-here in my neighborhood. I write Romantic Paranormal Comedy, Historical Romance, and I have written one Gothic Noir novel, The Ghost. That was so intense, I do believe I will stick with the romance and comedy.

Sandra’s debut novel, the hilarious Abraca-Uh-Oh, the first in her A Little Red Magic series,  was just released on Kindle this month.  This is the ultimate “witch read” just in time for Halloween.  Here is the blurb:

What happens when a love spell goes terribly awry? Synthia Stone, owner of the shop, A Little Red Magic, finds out when her premium love spell is purchased and used as a game at a wedding shower. Five inebriated women take turns conjuring the lover of their collective dreams. They dump him off at A Little Red Magic and Synthia is stuck with the weird fantasy lover not one of the women wants to claim. It’s up to her to fix their reject and pawn him off on someone else before her own Prince Charming comes into her life--if he ever shows up.

There is no way Red can be convinced he isn’t a real, normal human with a slight amnesia problem. He reacts to Synthia’s attempts to alter his outrageous physical and mental characteristics with resistance as he changes her conception of the perfect man, and teaches her to believe in the magic in which she dabbles.

And if you want your romantic socks scared off, you’ll want to check out her second novel, The Ghost.  Here is the blurb: 
          Elizabeth finds solace and companionship by sharing her Victorian home with Angus, a benevolent hundred-year-old ghost. A stranger, Duncan, seeks her out, claiming to be searching for the apparition who murdered his wife. Duncan, with the aid of gruesome photos and Angus’s diary, makes Elizabeth suspect she may be living with an evil presence.
          Angus, a nebulous force, finds he must now make himself known in more substantial ways as he tries to convince Elizabeth Duncan is lying. He twists her compassion and friendship into a sexual love that threatens to turn into obsession.
Duncan also seeks Elizabeth’s heart and uses every sensual skill at his mortal disposal to steal her love and loyalty, and persuade her to allow an exorcism that would vanquish Angus.
          Elizabeth finds herself spinning into a vortex of love and lust, lies and deceit. She desires them both, even though Duncan may not be the man he claims to be, and Angus may be a spiritual serial murderer. Elizabeth is unwilling to give up either, until a shocking discovery forces her to choose between them.

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