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I Finally Made it to Half Moon Bay!

February 10, 2022 by jackiecthomas Leave a Comment

The View from David’s balcony…….

A few years back I wrote about the importance of place. I was reading my first work, Fat Tuesday by Sandra Brown while I happened to be visiting New Orleans. In my years of travels I’ve been able been lucky to experience the feeling and cultures of other cities and towns.

When I wrote my first novel, Sailing in Silicon Valley, I wrote about a place I’d never been to. I asked friends and family about the area and pieced what I could from the internet. As I did multiple re-writes I swore each time, that the next time it would be in Half Moon Bay, California, where a good part of the book is set. For a lot of reason, that didn’t happen.

So at the urdging of those around me I finally booked a trip to Jackie’s first book land. I rented an incredible Air B&B further down the coast, and set off for the land all things David and Naomi. Years back I’d traveled to the Napa by myself but it had been quite a while since I’d traveled alone. My week away was to decompress and relax after the two most stressful years of my life thus far.

I also wanted to make the most of being where my first book was set. I arrived late on a Sunday evening and as I drove south from the airport in San Francisco, I cut over to Highway 1 to cruise along the Pacific, and right through Half Moon Bay. I was driving where the characters in my book would drive. (Side note here: Yes, I know my characters are not real, but ask any other author about their characters and they’ll go on like they’re family members. It’s an author thing!) As I crested tall hills the sunlight was the most beautiful golden yellow color, and suddenly there was the Pacific Ocean. I had finally made it to Half Moon Bay!

As I drove, I tried to take in every little detail, and stay on the road at the same time. I was mesmerized to be somewhere I’d written about, researched, and discussed constantly as I wrote. Originally, I’d tried to stay in Half Moon Bay but it didn’t work out and I ended staying about an hour south of there at my own (rented) beach house on the coast.

I fell asleep each night to the sound of the ocean as my characters would have, and I walked on the beach like they would have. What an experience!

Falling asleep to moonlight over the ocean and waking to the waves at dawn.

I took one whole day and drove around Silicon Valley. I went to Apple because I think that is most like the company in the book. I had a fancy coffee in their gift shop, and then wandered around Stanford for a bit. I had a decadent lunch in Palo Alto. The whole thing was like living pages in the book and it was incredible.

I’d love to gush on about how it recharged me as a writer, and I started or finished a new work, but the truth is… I wrote a little and nothing of consequence. But this trip wasn’t about that, it was about resting and recharging. I did however read an incredible romantic comedy, on the balcony overlooking the ocean. It was so good I read it in one day! The book is called The Optimist by Sophie Kipner. I seriously could not put it down. It is laugh out loud funny, and I usually am not a big romantic comedy reader but this one was a treat!

I am currently querying, and looking for representation for Sailing in Silicon Valley. Not matter what happens, this book will always hold a special place in my heart because it was my very first novel. It will now hold a special place because it was the catalyst for this incredible experience. Seriously, if you have the opportunity to experience something like this, do it! I only wish I would have went while I was still re-writing.

Hot Romance Book Summer!

July 8, 2021 by jackiecthomas Leave a Comment

Floating in the pool with a book in my hands, aka a Jackie spotted in her natural summer habitat.

I read all year, mostly fiction, and primarily romance. Summer is peak reading time for me. I don’t know why I seem to read more in the summer, I’ve always been that way. By far my most favorite thing to do is to float around in my pool with a good book in my hand. I literally chew through a novel or two a week. I don’t get to float around in my pool everyday, but I try to carve out fifteen minutes on my daily lunch break and about thirty minutes before bed each night to read. Weekends, those are reserved for my pool and a good book.

Over the past few years, I’ve read through a couple of romance series, and found some absolute treasures in romance and erotica during my summer reading sprints. A few years back I did a post about my favorite beach reads. I wanted to revamp this list a and share some candidates for Hot Romance Book Summer:

Where the Lost Wander by Amy Harmon

Okay, so historical romance is not normally my cup of tea. I found this gem of a book in a funny way. I bought a Kindle a few years back, especially for pool reading after I had a few sunken book mishaps. One night I grabbed a couple of samples and this one piqued my interest. I read a few pages and decided to read something else instead, after all I don’t really read historical romance, but the thing was, I literally could not stop thinking about those few pages. Long story short, I went back and bought the book, and holy cow, I am so glad I did.

The story opens in 1853 with a wagon train headed West from Missouri to California. Naomi May, is a young widow travelling with her family for a new life out West. Her family buys a few mules from trader in Missouri and she meets John Lowry, the shopkeeper’s son. John Lowry is half native-American, rugged and damn handsome. As the train moves West a love story develops over the rough terrain between Naomi and John. It is at time passionate and intense, and soft and nuanced. I literally could not put this book down. The ending to this book left me speechless, and I will never forget it. This was an incredible read!

Under Her Skin by Adriana Anders

I found this book over at Love’s Sweet Arrow a Romance only book store in Tinley Park, IL. I recognized the author from the book Whiteout (epicly good btw!). I didn’t realize Ms. Ander’s has written quite a few romance novels, and I adore when I find a new author who I can read through their catalogue of work. I picked up this title, a little unsure if I’d like but, I thought why not give it a shot.

From the first page I could not put this book down, it just kept getting better and better. This book tells the love story of Uma, a woman who is fleeing an abusive relationship, and Ive, a man with a past. Uma, take a job as a caretaker for a cantankerous old woman in a small town where a tattoo removal clinic helps women with a history of domestic abuse remove them free of charge.

Ive, the old woman’s neighbor, is big, tattooed and would scare most away, and yet for Uma, the man is butter inside. This book is a scorcher as well! I only read Ander’s Whiteout prior to picking this up so I didn’t realize that the woman can write intimacy, boy can she write intimate scenes. In both of her books that I’ve read so far, the hottest, and I mean 4-alarm hottest, scenes have been when one or both of the characters are still dressed! I am not kidding! This is a masterclass in writing sex.

All of the sexiness aside, the story was complex, layered and kept me on the edge of my seat. I read this book so fast, that I had to remind myself to read more slowly and savor the book. Afterall, you only get to read a book for the first time, once. Do yourself a favor, grab a copy of this one, (or Whiteout!) you will not be dissapointed.

Follow Me Darkly By Helen Hardt

Falling squarely in the erotic section section of my summer reading que, Follow Me Darkly by Helen Hardt was a steamy affair. I spent the last two summers reading though her Steel Brothers Saga (also incredibly good.. but MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS on that series!) so, I thought it might be fun to pick up a newer work of hers.

The story opens on the main character Skye Manning, a receptionist to Instagram influencer Addie Acres. She is the quintessential assistant, and has aspirations of one day being a world famous photographer. She meets the infamous Braden Black, bachelor, and Boston playboy one day by chance in Addie’s office.

Hardt wastes no time in cranking up the heat between the two characters. I liked the story and while it tells a love story, it’s all about the sex. Having read a lot of Hardt’s other work, I know that she primarily writes about power, and dominance in her sex scenes. This book is no exception. Braden Black sizzles as the hunky domineering alpha-male in this book.

I liked the book, I really did but, I think stories where one partner must fully submit to the other, even as a willing partner is no longer entertaining for me to read. Braden’s command is that he will give the climax-challenged Sky orgasms galore, as long as she willingly gives up all control to Braden in the bedroom. At no point does Braden, coax, manipulate or abuse Skye, but I just don’t think this genre meshes with who I am as a person. That being said, the book is hot, steamy, and a great summer read.

The Last Chance Rescue Series by Christy Reece

So I picked up the entire Last Chance Rescue series at my favorite second-hand bookshop in Michigan. This series is the penultimate summer book series, they’re full of action, a great love story and their steamy! I’ve read books 1-4 at this point and I have to say, they are so much fun to read. I highly recommend picking up the series, for a summer of romantic adventure.

To Be Read Titles This Summer:

With all of the awesome books already listed, I have a literal stack in my to be read pile. These are the titles that next up for my hot book summer.

Grown Ups By Marian Keyes

The Bollywood Bride by Sonali Dev

Faker by Sarah Smith

Neon Gods by Katee Robert

The Invisible Husband of Fisk Island by Colleen Oakley

Something Really Special

January 14, 2021 by jackiecthomas 1 Comment

Where greasy burgers are eaten, and broken hearts mend.

This time last year I was finishing up writing a new romance novel. With the wave of the #MeToo movement I really began to think about the knight on the white horse trope. In fact, I even wrote an earlier blog post about it, asking who sits on the white horse and preforms the rescue in the era of #MeToo. I consider myself a feminist . “In real life” I am not one for a man to swoop in and rescue me. However, I am a pushover for the concept in a romance novel. Irony, I know. So I began to think what a book would look like where rather than one person rescuing another, what if the love interests rescued each other?

So I began to write a novel unlike any other I’d ever written before. This novel featured two people deep in their own struggles. It was a challenge to write because how was I supposed to make two people so damaged, yet ready to fall in love? This book stretched me as a writer. I was instantly invested in this book as I began to write, due to the characters, they’re raw, hurting, and honest.

I put the book away for almost a year before I read through it for the first time, and I have to say, the ending of this book knocks me off of my feet every time. I ADORE the ending to this book. Authors are constantly told to write the book they’d want to read. Man, this book is one I wouldn’t be able to put down, and I haven’t been able to put it down the few times I’ve read through it.

With the mediocre sales of Quarantine Stories, I decided to put out a full novel to self-publish on Amazon. I knew that a short story collection would always be a hard sell. I don’t read short story anthologies, I prefer a full novel. So with that goal in mind, I did my last copy edit and developmental edit to get it ready. It was SO MUCH WORK this time around. Normally I love editing but with this book, it was a heavy lift. I don’t know if it took more time because I really felt that I owed to the characters to get it right, or the fact that I copy edited and developmentally edited at the same time, but it was a lot of work.

Last night I finished this mammoth rewrite/ edit and I walked away from my computer completely in awe of the story. I love that these two “broken” characters find hope in each other! It’s gorgeous, guys.

So here’s the special part. Today I had to leave the house to run a few errands. This is a big deal because no one on my house goes out these days with Covid being so bad in our area. I ran my errands and picked up lunch to go. As I walked back to my car with my lunch in my hand, I thought I’d take it up to the lake front (Lake Michigan) to eat it in my car. My normal parking spot wasn’t going to work today so I set off West down the coast. As I drove, I remembered there are two significant scenes that take place where I was driving to. I had not planned it at all! As I drove I smiled thinking of the two characters in my footsteps, or me in theirs. I pulled up to the lake front and ate my lunch where they ate theirs. And so here is the really crazy part, as I was sitting there eating my lunch the song If I Say by Mumford and Sons came on the radio. I listened to this album as I originally wrote the book. That song is my characters song! I didn’t take it as a sign or weird woo-woo. I simply enjoyed the moment, and to be able to do that these days is something really special.

In closing, I am happy where I am in my writing journey, and excited for the future. The plan is to most likely self-publish this still unnamed manuscript. That being said, I also have a full manuscript out to an agent so that may throw everything happily up into the air. I will keep you all posted and hopefully come up with a title for this special book soon.

My First Publish Book Coming Soon

August 25, 2020 by jackiecthomas Leave a Comment

I told myself when I finished Grad school, I’d have all the time in the world to write. Little did I know that the entire world would be in a state of chaos in the spring. In the meantime I was furloughed from work and I struggled just to have the drive to finish publishing Quarantine stories. Then I was called back to work, and I truly didn’t have time to write. Still I continued to write on, publishing stories as they came along. Meanwhile, I’d push the stories out to social media to promote them when I published.

I started writing them in early April at the beginning of the lockdown and I was surprised at the response I got from them. I pushed myself to keep writing through one of the most difficult times of my life. My husband also really encouraged me, and by encouraged I mean handed me my laptop and coffee, saying I couldn’t come out of my room until the story was finished. He’s an excellent cheerleader and I’m grateful for him.

Meanwhile I continued to publish these small love stories. To me, they seemed like a small piece of love and hope in a world that has become scary and uncertain. Creating moments of love, connections to one another, and hope for the future seemed like a small way I could help during this difficult time. Now, please don’t understand my intent here, I know I am not a best selling author (yet, hopefully) so my Quarantine Stories haven’t had a massive reach. Yet, as I published I got feedback from complete strangers that they loved the stories, or it brought them hope.

Around the time I published my fifteenth story, I started to get messages on social media from fellow authors and readers suggesting that I put the collection into an eBook and self-publish. I had not initially been open to the idea because I had read that unless your sales are wildly successful that self-publishing actually hurt your chances of publishing via a traditional route. I’ve been seeking representation for some time now, and have even had a few bites on the Twitter pitch contests, but I haven’t grabbed that brass ring of signing with an agent yet.

I was discussing this with my husband again, and he turned to me and said, “Babe, you have nine novels written and they’re just sitting on your computer. Start sharing them with the world.” I knew he was right. I have been writing almost nonstop since I wrote my first novel four years ago. I didn’t know where to start, and he suggested Qurantine Stories. I felt so stupid, so many people had told me to put them into a book too, but suddenly it clicked.

I am very lucky to have such wonderful resources in Twitter’s #WritingCommunity who offered excellent advice, and family that has been down the self publishing route. My husband just published his first book, called Adventures in Anglotopa. We’ve also published several smaller guidebooks over the years for our business Anglotopia. Yet, through all of this self publishing, I never thought to publish my fiction on my own.

Having made a career marketing and PR, I know how to market a product. I now have to make a marketing plan for my own book, and a cover, and typeset of a book. SO MANY Decisions! I also realized that why would anyone want to buy a book that is essentially published online for free? I knew that I did not want to pull the stories down off of the website either. The more I thought about it, it became clearer.

Quarantine Stories- the book, will have five or so additional quarantine stories that are not published on the website. Furthermore the published stories will have additional pieces to them, in the book, that aren’t on the website. This seemed simple enough, but let me tell you, this has been a mammoth undertaking.

So as I type this today, I am finishing up my first full edit through before the manuscript goes to my supremely talented copyeditor. From there I’ll take the next step towards design, then a full marketing plan and onward after that. Like anyone putting out any creative endeavor out into the world, I hope it’s successful. Wish me luck!

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Quarantine Stories 2: Ally & Lex

April 16, 2020 by jackiecthomas Leave a Comment

“So you’re staying here then,” Ally asked?

“Yeah, I guess, better than going back to my place. If I have to spend the next God knows how long listening to my upstairs neighbor practice for whatever theatre show she’s hoping to be in, I’m going to blow my brains out.” Lex made a gun gesture, pointing it to his head.

“Alright but you get the couch.”

“The couch? Ouch.”

The silence between them lingered a second longer than was comfortable.

Allie threw a couch pillow at Lex and giggled. He loved it when she smiled, and her laugh melted his heart. He wondered how he was going to quarantine with a woman he was madly in love with, as he deflected the flying pillow coming towards him.

“I’ll grab blankets and clear some space for you so you can unpack your bag. I’ll set it in my room for now.” Allie got up and walked into her bedroom to fetch blankets.

Lex picked up the pillow and silently screamed into it silently. Ugh, why can’t I just grow a pair, and tell her? I love you, Allie, see simple. Ahhhhh, he thought to himself. He pulled the pillow quickly as he heard her footsteps reapproach.

“You know, I’m kind of glad you came to stay. Who knows how long this is going to last. I don’t think we’ve spent more than two days apart since we met,” Allie said as she set the blankets on the coffee table and began to make the couch into a bed. ” We both know we would have gone crazy not being able to hang out. I don’t know what…” she trailed off.

“What don’t you know,” he asked?

“Nothing, nevermind. Here you are.” Allie gestured to the makeshift bed on the couch. “I’m going to turn in.” Allie stood, tucking a long, brown, curly lock behind her ear.

Lex couldn’t be sure, but he felt that she had lingered a moment longer than was normal. Is she sending me signals here and I keep missing it? Dude this is Allie, your best friend, he thought to himself. Allie took a step towards him and wrapped her arms around him, he embraced her. Before she let go, she placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Her lips on his skin felt like an electrical current through his body.

“I’m really glad you decided to stay. Good night Lex,” Allie said still standing in his arms. She pulled away and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Lex took off his sweatshirt pants and socks, staying in his boxers and t-shirt. He had spent plenty of nights on Allie’s couch, through illness and break-ups. Lex climbed into the bed on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, the yellow street lamp cast a warm glow through the living room. It made him crazy that just on the other side of the door Allie laid in bed alone. He wanted to hold her in his arms and listen to her breathe softly.

Lex thought back to the night Allie had literally stumbled into his life. She tripped and fell off of the last step of the large porch at a college party. He had helped her to her feet, as Allie looked up to say thank you, she vomited all over him. Despite that, he helped her back to her dorm and left her with her mousey roommate, Ellen. Allie had utterly forgotten about Lex until she sat next to him in a public speaking course two days later. Lex had been cool about it and laughed it off. From that point on, the two of them had been inseparable but only as friends, nothing more. Both of them had been okay with that arrangement until recently. Lex found his feelings had grown into something more, but he was terrified to tell Allie. He worried about what would happen if she felt differently.

After graduation, Allie took a job in Seattle and Lex followed her. His parents died in a car accident during his senior year. As an only child, he was left without a family so, she became his family. Allie promised to stay in his life. They had spent their twenties building careers, and their friendship had been enough for both of them. Sure, there had been romantic relationships for both of them, but the relationships never lasted.

Lex finally fell asleep on the couch in the early hours of the morning. He woke to the smell of brewing coffee and the smell of Allie’s shampoo. He opened his eyes, registering it was morning but, he was still tired from the lack of a full night’s sleep.

“Here, coffee.” Allie held out a cup for him.

He propped up and grabbed the hot mug of coffee.

“Thanks.” he mumbled groggily.

“So how do you want to do this? I know we both have to work. I can take the bedroom, and you can use the kitchen table or the desk over there? I know you have to work too. I have a conference call here in a few minutes. Then maybe we can do lunch together? I have a veggie curry that I have been dying to make.”

Lex sat there not quite awake. “It’s your call. I mean put me where you want me. That sounds yummy. Lunch at noon then?”

“Sounds like a plan. Do you have any calls for work? Open plan living is great until it isn’t. Must remember this for the next place, it must be quarantine approved.” Allie joked.

Without thinking Lex reached up and grabbed her hand gently. She looked down at him.

“Thanks again for letting me quarantine with you,” he said.

Allie’s thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, it was a slight gesture but on that his body registered.

“Of course.”

She let go of his hand and turned back towards the kitchen. If he had not known her better, he could’ve sworn he saw a hint of embarrassment on her face. He shrugged it off, and picked up his phone and saw he didn’t have to start work for an hour.

“Why do you start out here? I’m going to grab a shower and then I can log-on to work from the bedroom if that’s cool,” Lex asked as before he took a sip of the hot coffee.

“That will work.”

Lex stood up and set the coffee down on the tabe. He began to fold up the blankets from the bed on the couch when he noticed Allie staring at him.

“Just leave’em. There’s no use in putting it all away, unless you really want to.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave a mess in your livingroom.”

“You mean your, bedroom.” Allie smiled.

He smiled back as he made his way to the master bathroom; the other bathroom in the apartment was only a powder room. He shut Allie’s bedroom door and walked into her bathroom. Turning on the water, he held out his hand to test the temperature. There was something so intimate about being her private space that Lex tried to push out of his head as he washed. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself, hanging the towel on the back of the bathroom door. She had left his bag just inside the door of her room, so it wasn’t in the way. He stepped into the bedroom to see Allie standing in the bedroom with tears in her eyes and a look of surprise on her face.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were still in the shower,” she said as she turned around quickly.

They had been close enough to see each other in various states of undress, but neither had seen each other completely naked until now. Lex darted back behind the bathroom door and grabbed the towel from the back, pulling it around his waist before he reemerged. In that quick moment, Allie had made her way out of the bedroom. He dug a t-shirt out from the top of his bag, a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans, and threw them on quickly. Lex walked out into the open-plan living, dining, kitchen area. Allie stood at the kitchen counter with her back to him.

He walked up to her softly asking, “Hey Al, are you okay?”

She turned to look at him, his initial read of her face correct. She wiped a tear from her cheek. “Sorry I thought you were still in the shower. I was looking for the employee handbook for my company. I’ve been fired. No warning, just done. Four years with them, and now I’m out on my ass. Lex, what am I going to to do?’

“It will be okay. You’re a brilliant grant writer and if this whole quarantine and economic depression are going to be as bad as they’re saying, babe, your brilliance is going to be in high demand. We’ll get through this together.”

Allie turned and hugged him tightly. There was something different about this hug than the many others they had shared before, although Lex couldn’t put his finger on it. He held her as she cried, reassuring her again that everything would be alright. She stayed tightly cradled in his arms.

“Al, your my best friend, I’ve got you, if you need it. You will land on your feet, I know you will.”

“Thanks but, Lex you’ve got responsibilities too. You cannot support me.”

“Al, my parents left me a mountain of money.”

“No! No way are you spending your inheritance to support me! No way, I mean it!”

“I make enough from my job alone to support both of us. Look at me,” he tipped her chin up, something he had never done before as he still held her in his arms. Her teary blue eyes and soft pink lips took his next statement out of his mind. All he could focus on were those eyes. Without warning, she leant up and kissed him. A real kiss, her tongue brushing over his lips gently.

He felt her push out of his arms as she backed away.

“I.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that…” she said embarassed.

Lex stepped forward and pulled her back into his arm, this time kissing her. He searched her body for any sign of resistance but found none. In fact the deeper he kissed her, the more her body seemed to melt into his. Breathless, they stepped away from each other.

“Woah where did that come from,” Allie asked with an embarrassed smile on her face.

Panicked that he had misread the situation he wasn’t sure what to say.

“I.. Al.. I.. Are you mad?”

She tucked a curl behind her ear as she stared at him.

“What was that,” she asked?

Tell her you coward, tell her you love her, his inner voice screamed.

“It was.. Why?” his replied, not making sense.

“Because baby this changes everything,” Allie said as she wiped a new tear from her cheek. “I’ve wanted you to do that for so long.”

Without waiting for her next word he pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her again like he had crossed the desert and her mouth was a cool spring. Almost fifteen years of pent up passion lived behind their lips. He never wanted to stop kissing Allie, ever again but he knew he had to tell her. He stopped and pulled his lips away from hers, still keeping her in his arms.

“I love you Allie Brookman. I have for so long. We don’t know what the future holds with this quarantine, but I am by your side. Where you go I go. I love you.”

Her face lit up as she smiled at him, her smile sly with a hint of mischief. He looked at her quizzically.

“I love you to Lex. This quarantine is going to be fun. Come on,” she said as she grabbed his hand leading him into her bedroom.

If you liked this story, check out the Quarantine Stories book with 5 never before published stories.

A Spot for Inspiration

March 11, 2020 by jackiecthomas Leave a Comment

A roadside seafood restaurant in Malibu.

I was walking on the shore just two short weeks ago along the Malibu coast in California, at my happiest to be in such a gorgeous place. As I walked, the surf tickling my toes, and the waves crashed on the rocks, I glanced over at the large beach homes that hugged the coast. I was struck with a spark, an idea…inspiration. An idea came to me for a book, a really good idea. I’ve been thinking about the idea ever since, but the idea of inspiration and place has also been on my mind.

Meanwhile, I have made what feels, like a massive career transition within those past two weeks as well. I left my former job and took a job in Chicago. I don’t live in the city, I reside within the commuter-belt, albeit a very far edge. So last week, I grabbed my high heels and stepped into my new life, doing a job that I have worked an entire career to get to. I won’t lie, it feels good, no great, to be here. I also know that although I have “made it” to this level, my work must be worthy for now and for forwarding advancement.

As exciting as this transition is, my new opportunity has put back downtown Chicago again. Chicago is my home city. When I travel the world and people ask me where I am from, I reply, “I’m from Chicago,” even though I don’t actually reside within the city. The first day as I stepped off of the commuter train, out of the station, and out onto the street, I thought about all of those who came before me and all of those who will come after me. Then I thought about my characters, doing the same thing I am doing, going about their daily lives in this amazing city.

So much of my work is set in Chicago, because it is the city that I love, and it is the city that I know. As I was walking to catch the train home yesterday, I walked in the exact footsteps where Ben and Rachel from McKinley Park had their first date. I imagined them walking under the EL on the hot summer night. I couldn’t help but smile, genuinely smile. I am sure the others on the street if they even noticed wondered why this crazy woman wore a big smile but I didn’t care. As I walked further, my newest book has a scene set in the State Street Macy’s, I thought of the two characters as I walked past. Chicago is a rich setting, and I think it is why I use it so much in my work.

I am a firm believer that place directly impacts not just where a story is set but the writer too. I remarked to my husband while we were in LA a few weeks ago, that one would almost have to reside in LA for an extended period of time to accurately write the area. Sure writing a trope of LA is easy, but if you really wanted to richly set a work there… In my opinion, you’d have to go there and stay for some time. For reference, when I mean LA, I am talking about the greater LA area. It is so vastly different from the coast, to Anaheim, to Santa Anna and into the mountains, you’d have to be there to accurately describe the setting.

This past fall I took a trip for a long girls weekend down to New Orleans. At the time I was reading the book Fat Tuesday by Sandra Brown, which is set there. I picked up the book before I travelled thinking it would be interesting to read a book about a place I had never been and was soon to travel to. The experience of reading a book set in downtown New Orleans, while walking the streets the characters had, was a decadent experience. There was so much more to see, hear, smell, taste that added a rich velvety layer of complexity to Brown’s story. Granted I can’t travel to every book setting but the experience stuck with me.

When I first started writing romance, then reading it – yeah I know I got that backwards, but it’s the way it happened, I read a series by Christine Feehan. The setting for some of the stories were set in the bayous and swamps in Lousiana, as a home base for the characters. I read an interview with her about her research for the books, and she talked about spending time there for the purposes of book research. She discussed how the beauty of place resonated with her. When I read her books set in the bayou, they felt detailed in a way that you know she had been there. She describes place so well, and I would argue that the place in itself was an inspiration and a character in the series.

The more I write the more I learn. It used to annoy me to no end when writers would drone on about “the process.” I naively thought to myself, just sit down and write. How time has a way of teaching each of us. Place is important, whether reading or writing, it matters. I get it now. I am grateful to walk in the setting of my own work every day now.