Today I’m excited to welcome author Christina Lorenzen as she shares about her latest release, Rapunzel’s Lighthouse. Read all the way through to the end to find out how to enter to win a free ebook copy of Rapunzel’s Lighthouse.
Christina started writing as a young teen, jotting stories in wire ring composition notebooks. Her first typewriter made it faster to get all those stories out of her head.
Rapunzel’s Lighthouse is Christina’s sixth book. She is busy working on a summer 2017 release for Forget Me Not Romances. When she isn’t writing or reading, she can be found walking her dog, talking to her herd of cats and spending time with her family.
Author Interview Questions:
- Do you have a dedicated place to write, or a nook or corner of a room, or the kitchen table?
For as long as I’ve been writing (I started freelancing in my senior year of high school), I have always had a dedicated place to write, even if it was just a corner in my bedroom. Though I can write just about anywhere, I love my office in my house. We’ve lived in this house for 25 years, but due to general busyness I hadn’t painted it since we moved in. About five years ago I finally got to paint it and I decided I was going to go with my favorite color – purple. It’s bright but not so bright that it’s distracting. It’s actually very energizing and cheerful. My walls are covered with frames and cards that have special meaning to me. I’ve got tons of little things around that my children and family have given me over the years too. When I’m in here, it’s like I’ve left my daily life and I’m immersed in my story. It’s the closest I’ll get to the proverbial writer’s turret lol.
- What can your readers expect from you next?
I am currently working on a sweet romance about a woman who, after a painful broken engagement, decides to go back to the sweetest times in her life, back to her grandmother’s house in the small town of Marion, Massachusetts. All she wants to do is spend time on the private beach she used to walk to with her cousins as a child. But it’s been a long time since she’s been home and things aren’t what they used to be. A fancy inn has been built on the beach, owned by one of the oldest families in town, the Silvers. Disappointed the once secluded quiet beach isn’t the same, her determination to make the best of it comes to a halt when she realizes the new manager of the inn is the childhood crush that humiliated years ago. Marion is a quaint small town that I spent all of my summers visiting as a child myself. It was my mother’s childhood home and, like my heroine, I spent most of my summers vacationing there, spending time with my grandparents and cousins. This book is due out in August and I hope readers will make it their beach or vacation read ?
- What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
Well, first off, I have to say that to me a book is a success the minute a reader tells me how much they enjoyed reading it. I can’t tell you how great it feels to get messages and emails telling me how a reader couldn’t put down a book or had to keep reading because they wanted to know how it ended. That alone to me is a success. But authors have to be realistic in today’s publishing world. It’s highly competitive and it’s a full time job trying to help readers find your book in the gigantic haystack that Amazon has become. So if readers love a book, they can absolutely help make it successful by one of the oldest means around – tell their friends. Talk the book up to friends, buy a friend a copy and, so importantly, leave a review on Amazon. I know readers tell me they don’t leave a review because they’re worried about writing something right. There really is no right or wrong way. A review can be as simple as two or three sentences just talking about what they liked about the book. Reviews are the lifeblood of this business and your review means more than you could possibly know. So if you love a book, just leave a few sentences on Amazon and pass the word on.
Now if I could ask a question, readers let me know what makes a book a successful read to you? I’ll be giving away an ebook of Rapunzel’s Lighthouse to one lucky commenter 🙂
About Rapunzel’s Lighthouse
Georgie Daniels rarely leaves the cottage attached to the Salt Cliffs lighthouse, except when necessary for a trip into town for food. For the last two years, since the lighthouse was declared a historic landmark, she’s lived in the cottage out of sight and, she hopes, out of the minds of the town. With the defunct lighthouse in arrears and in disrepair, she knows it’s only a matter of time before the lighthouse will be on the auction block of the town hall’s steps. With long hair that no one has seen before, except in the fabled fairy tale Rapunzel, things were going well until new neighbor Colby Ford shows up on her doorstep.
Colby Ford didn’t intend to retire from the Navy, at least not right now. When he finds himself with an injury that pushes him into an early retirement, the possibility of opening a sailing school in the coastal town of Salt Cliffs is his only hope. Renting the Moore cottage, he needs to find the right location for his school and a place to store the boats. While in town, a conversation with a store keeper makes his curiosity about the lighthouse burn even stronger – what kind of woman lives alone in a defunct lighthouse? In need of paint for the cottage porch, he pays Georgie a visit. Feeling like he’s seen her before, that’s when it hits him – Georgie Daniels is a real life Rapunzel. And this Rapunzel wants nothing to do with being neighborly. Until she’s forced to save him during a storm.
Georgie and Colby have both had their share of disappointments and heartache. Just as Georgie is beginning to open up to him, a letter she finds threatens to shut her down again. Can their shared desperate need for a home bring them together?
Georgina Daniels’ heart pounded in her chest as she hurried along the back path to the door of her small cottage. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the ominous black waves pounding the rocks just below the lighthouse adjoining the cottage. She caught her breath as a jagged flash of lightning lit up the sky, fumbling with the key in her hand. Shaking, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her, resting her backside against it until she could breathe normally again.
Storms had always made her nervous. For as long as she could remember, the fierce storms that would blaze in from the sea would send her scurrying to a safe corner. For many of those years, that safe corner was her childhood bedroom in the lighthouse. As she got older she’d retreat to an arm chair beside the fireplace, waiting for her father to come down from the lantern room to check on her, as she could always count on. Having lost her mother as a toddler, her father was everything to her. Despite the protests from her maternal grandmother, who insisted a man could not be both mother and father to a child, her father had shown a surprising nurturing side. Because her mother had died when she was just under two years old, she did not miss her. You couldn’t miss what you couldn’t remember having.
Georgie, named for her father, peeled herself away from the door and headed for the small kitchen. She dropped the four bags from the grocery store on the out dated formica kitchen table. She peeled off her bright blue rain boots and dropped them onto the old towel under the wall phone to dry out, slipped off her father’s heavy rain coat and laid it on the back of one of the two chairs at the table. Glancing down, she saw a small puddle of water begin to accumulate. Shaking her head, she grabbed it, hurrying to the small mudroom down the hall. She dropped it on a wooden hook beside the window. About to head back to the kitchen, she glanced out the small window next to the coat hooks. The Salt Cliffs Lighthouse, where she’d spent most of her life, was a washed out white tower, a ring of rust circling just below the watch room. It was one of the oldest cottage style lighthouses on the northeast coast, at one time the most important working lighthouse in Maine.
When her father, the lighthouse keeper after his own father, died two years ago, the town declared it a historical landmark. The mayor had been kind enough to agree that Georgie could stay on in the adjoining cottage until further action was taken with the lighthouse. After months of anxious days and sleepless nights, it looked as if the town had practically forgotten about the lighthouse. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Georgie rarely left the cottage. As the old adage goes, out of sight out of mind. But then the letter had arrived. She’d read it teary eyed and had tossed it on the pile of mail on the small desk in the spare bedroom. She hadn’t looked at it again.
Back in her kitchen, Georgie filled the kettle with water and turned on the stove. As the blue and orange flames danced under the old metal kettle, she walked into the living room. A damp chill blanketed the room. She grabbed a log from the small pile next to the fireplace and placed it on the grate. The smell of sulfur filled the air as she struck a match. She held the small flame to the log and waited patiently for the wood to catch. As the flames began to spread across the log, she blew out the match and dropped it into the small glass jar she kept alongside the stone fireplace.
She jumped as thunder clouds overhead battled in the sky. The thunderous sound snapped her back to attention. Feeling a light trickle running down the back of her neck, she touched the thick navy blue knitted cap on her head, forgetting she was still wearing it. With a quick swipe, she pulled the cap from her head and an unending cascade of light brown hair ran from her head to just past her bottom. It took a firm move to shake the heavy hair from side to side.