Welcome, Susan Payne.
Let’s get to those fun questions about you first!
Oxford Comma, yes or no?
I love commas so it is a yes to the Oxford. If anything, I over-comma.
Describe your writing day.
I find I write daily whether I intend to or not. If I don’t sit at a computer I will jot it down or keep going over it in my mind so that I remember every word of it.
Favorite place you’ve visited?
I would love to return to England and then travel the whole UK and Ireland. Probably won’t happen. Now that I have the time and money to go, my body isn’t up to the task.
Inspiration for the manor estate in Blind Faith…
Time travel - when and where?
I would and do travel back in time. My daughter thinks I channel people from the past. She’s a Past Life Soul Coach so I suppose she would know. I only know I meet new friends when I write.
Do you have a favorite childhood book?
I had many favorite childhood books. Listened to them on the radio (yes, I’m that old) or my mother read them to us before bed. My Friend Flicka was a favorite as was Black Beauty. I never read Grimms or Mother Goose to my children because I found them too gruesome.
Mountain, lake, or ocean?
I love to watch the ocean and listen to the breakers crash ashore. Of course, I’ll take Lake Michigan where I grew up. I would go to the shore and just sit or better yet, eat in my car. Pick up fast-food and continue to the dunes and soak up the sounds and sights on a deserted beach.
Thank you for joining me and thanks to Jean for allowing me this opportunity.
Tell us about your new release, Blind Faith.
Lord Hedley believes women too fragile to see the ravages of war let alone walk among it. Lady Cassandra can’t see herself anywhere else as she weaves her magic among the wounded. Blind Faith by Susan Payne shows both sides, but love wins.
Here’s an excerpt:
Cassie took in his pallor, his despondent pose, and his breakfast still waiting to be eaten sitting next to him on a rough wooden table.
Hesitantly, she said softly so as not to startle him, “Christopher, it’s me, Cassie. I’ve come because you asked for me.”
Christopher’s head snapped up, facing where she stood and he seemed paler than even before. “Oh, Cassie. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to tell them. I-I was having a bad time and they asked for my fiancée’s name, and I didn’t want to tell them, you know… I didn’t know what to say so I finally gave them your name.” By this time there were tears running from under the bandage and Cassie went to the bed sitting on the edge. Trying to give him comfort.
She bent to put her cheek against Christopher’s, getting as close as she dare without hurting him, to let him know where she was and that she wasn’t upset he called for her.
“Shush. Shush. It’s going to be all right. I’m here with you now. It’s all right, anything you said, it’s all right. I don’t care. I’m here now and that is all that matters. Oh, my poor boy, what have they done to you?” she whispered. Cassie found herself rocking, holding the little brother she always wanted, crying in her arms.
