Please Welcome My Guest

Please welcome my guest, author J.C. McKenzie. Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

Today J.C. is allowing me to interview a character from her new novel, The Shucker's Booktique. Make sure to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of the interview.

 Now on to the interview: 

What is your name?
Willa Eklund

Can you give us a little background information about yourself? 
I’m originally from Lewiston, but recently moved to Lobster Cove, Maine, to run my aunt’s bookstore. She’s gone missing, but I hope to keep her business afloat while I search for clues for her whereabouts.

Do you have any siblings? Any pets?  Do they play a large part in your story?
Yes, unfortunately. I have an overbearing mother and a gaggle of overbearing sisters just like her. They brow-beat me into almost every decision I’ve made. I’ve learned it’s just easier to give in than put up a fight.

How would you describe yourself? 
I like solitude and time away from my mother and sisters. I know I should be more assertive, but what’s the point? My opinion and what I want doesn’t really matter in the end.

Describe what your typical day is like.

After I get up and get ready, I head downstairs to the main floor of The Shucker’s Booktique. I read the news on my tablet and have coffee with my breakfast before opening up the store. There’s a little boy who loves the comic book section and there’s an over-the-top Irish lady who loves her romance novels. After close, I have some tea or a wine with my dinner to unwind and then head for bed. I love this new life of mine and feel I’m finally relaxing.

What was your first impression the hero?  Did it change as you grew to know him?
Lon? Oh my. He’s huge and there’s something fierce about him, like a hurricane. Sometimes I get a glimpse of otherworldly about him, but that’s just silly! Isn’t it? It must be the light and his pale, almost translucent complexion. He somehow scared and attracted me at the same time when I first saw him. My brain said, “run,” but my heart said, “leap forward.”

If you could do something forbidden, what would it be?  Why?
I would follow my heart and leap forward…to Lon.

What is your favorite time of day?  Why?
It used to be the quiet afternoons on Monday, the only day I get off now that I run the bookstore, but not anymore. Now I find I’m looking forward to the dark, stormy nights.

·        MISSING AUNT? MYSTERIOUS STRANGER? STRANGE TOWN? WILLA’S GOT PROBLEMS BIGGER THAN A BARCODE 

Blurb:

After her fiancé dumps her and her beloved Aunt Jenny goes missing, Willa Eklund travels to Lobster Cove with a broken heart to search for Jenny while running her bookstore. When a mysterious man visits the Shucker's Booktique on a stormy night drenched in rain and covered in mud, Willa's heart melts under his stormy gaze. She wants Lon and the answers he may have, but he also has a secret. Can Willa trust him?

Lon Devlin is a Tempest, a water sprite who can only take a human form during stormy nights. He rides the waves, lives by the tides, and nothing can hold him down, not even a beautiful woman. When he visits his mortal friend, he discovers she's missing and her intriguing niece has taken her place. He wants Willa, but he also wants answers. What happened to Jenny?

Excerpt:

Thump! Thump! Thump!

No! She gasped. It couldn’t be. The banging on the front door of the booktique had to be a figment of her imagination. She couldn’t will Lon into existence. Why would he come back? Especially if he was involved. Unless…cold ice prickled up her spine…unless he needed to eliminate her to take care of loose ends.

No. Crazy thoughts, Willa. He could’ve taken care of her the night before. No, her heart hammered against her chest for a different reason. But it didn’t matter. The knocking on the door wouldn’t, couldn’t be him.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Could it? She clutched her hot mug in both hands and turned toward the doorway leading to the bookstore. From the kitchen in the back room, she had a clear view through the store to the front door, but not who stood on the other side.

“Willa!” Lon growled. “Wake up and let me in!”

Willa gasped and almost dropped her cup. The tea sloshed around and some spilled over her hands. It burned, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Somehow the air got trapped inside her throat. Why was he here? What did he want?

Oh God, let it be me!

Buy Links:  

Amazon | The Wild Rose Press

You can get in touch with J.C. at any of these places:

J.C. McKenzie’s Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | The Wild Rose Press | Amazon

Giveaway (October 15-22 only):

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