Greetings readers: Today we are featuring Ginger Solomon, writer of inspirational romance novels. We wanted to get to know her a little better, and so she has popped in to answer some of your most pressing questions. Please leave a comment and ask her any other questions you might want to know the answers for. Ginger has graciously included an introduction and the first page of her most recent release, Broken Valentine.
Where is your favorite vacation spot?
The mountains. I love the quiet. Sitting on a porch, listening to the breeze rustle the leaves… Somehow it brings me closer to the Lord to be able to just rest in His presence.
We don’t live too far from Gatlinburg, Tennessee, so we go there most often, but I’m not super particular. If I could find a vacation house on the edge of the Grand Canyon—I’ve been to see its magnificence once—I’d love to sit on the porch and gaze at the majesty that is God’s creation. If I could afford to go to the Alps… J
What do you enjoy most about writing?
I’m an organic writer, meaning I don’t plan in advance how my story is going to go. I write as the inspiration comes to me. So I enjoy “reading” the story as I write. I learn about my characters, their issues, their surprises, their love as though I were reading someone else’s novel. I generally have an idea about where the story is going—I do write romance, which for me always means a HEA(happily-ever-after)—but other than that, I find out what’s going to happen as I write it. It makes for interesting writing sessions. Sometimes the words flow with little-to-no conscious thought; at other times, wow, I struggle to figure out what should come next. But I still love it.
What is your “go to” routine that helps you get in the mood to write? Special beverage? Music? Etc.
I love instrumental music playing in the background. No words—they’re just a distraction. The kind of music depends on the story. A slower paced novel requires less aggressive music, but if I’m writing something fast-paced, the drum beat is usually heavier and the tempo faster. I have several stations programmed in to Pandora, so I can change it up as necessary. I also have a cup of hot tea handy, which gets refilled often. I love my hot tea (pause for a sip of said tea). That’s about all I need, though I wouldn’t say either of those is a need, it’s just something I do.
Broken Valentine introduction:
Being stood up on Valentine’s Day is not how Sarah Sawyer wanted the evening to go. It only gets worse when she discovers her boyfriend’s betrayal. Accepting a ride home from her attractive waiter goes against everything she’s been taught, but her choices are limited.
Michael Richmond can’t let his beautiful, yet heart-broken customer walk home, no matter how tired he is after working fourteen hour days all week.
It might be either the best decision of his life or the worst. Only time will tell if their broken hearts can become one, or if they will tear each other apart.
Broken Valentine is the second book in the Broken Holidays Series, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Ginger Solomon is a Christian, a wife, a mother to seven, and a writer — in that order (mostly). When not homeschooling her youngest four, doing laundry or fixing dinner, she writes or reads romance of any genre, some sci-fi/fantasy, and some suspense. She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, president of her local writing group, and writes regularly for two blogs. In addition to all that, she loves animals, likes to do needlework (knitting, crocheting, and sometimes cross-stitch), and is a fan of Once Upon a Time and Dr. Who.
The little girl in her had dreamed of a fairy-tale proposal.
Instead Sarah Sawyer had been stood up. On Valentine’s Day.
With a sigh, she checked her phone again for a text or missed call. On a whim, she opened her Facebook app. She blinked at the first post in her feed. Swallowing a gulp of her water to fight off the emotion welling in her throat, she read it again.
The most wonderful woman in the world said yes. A picture of two intertwined hands followed. One well-manicured hand displayed an expensive diamond ring. The next picture made Sarah gasp. Trey stood with his arms around another woman, staring lovingly into her eyes. She was everything Sarah wasn’t—tall, shapely, blonde, and beautiful.
A cloth napkin appeared in her line of sight. She looked up to see her waiter holding it out. “How did you know?”
He pulled out the adjacent chair. “The gasp was my first clue. The running makeup cinched the deal.” He dabbed at her cheeks with the cloth she hadn’t taken.
At any other time, she might have backed away from the unexpected attention, but he didn’t seem aggressive, just caring. “Why does it matter to you?”