Candee Fick — Author Spotlight

Today I’m excited to welcome Candee Fick for an author spotlight and book excerpt. Read through to the end to find out how to enter her giveaway.

Candee Fick is a multi-published award-winning author. She is also the wife of a high school football coach and the mother of three children, including a daughter with a rare genetic syndrome. When not busy with her day job, writing, or coaching other authors, she can be found cheering on the home team at sporting events, exploring the great Colorado outdoors, indulging in dark chocolate, and savoring happily-ever-after endings through a good book.

Get free first chapters: http://eepurl.com/1OSfH

Find all of her books: https://www.amazon.com/Candee-Fick/e/B0056B94VE/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Author.Candee.Fick

Twitter – https://twitter.com/CandeeFick

Website – https://www.CandeeFick.com

Ordering Links for Focus On Love:

Amazon (Print) – https://www.amazon.com/dp/1946016411/r

Kindle – https://www.amazon.com/Focus-Love-Candee-Fick-ebook/dp/B077TYHD4T/

Author Interview Questions:

  • What do you enjoy most about writing?

I absolutely love the brainstorming process as I explore new places, discover new situations, and get to know the interesting people who live there. Before I even sit down to write the actual book, I already know if I can deliver that perfect ending with all of the tingles, feels, and adventures I personally crave from a story.

  •  What (2 or 3) fun or unique things can you tell us about yourself?

I live in Colorado in full view of the majestic Rocky Mountains and love taking a hike along beautiful trails to scenic vistas. In fact, I’ve climbed a few of the 54 “Fourteeners” (14,000 foot tall peaks) located in the middle of our state. But, mostly I prefer the rambling, not-so-steep, explorations to various lakes inside Rocky Mountain National Park.

I read and write for a living. Now, hold on. Of course I do since I’m an author. But I also have a day job where I do legal research for an industrial hygiene company. I read thousands of pages of depositions in asbestos cases and summarize the work histories and potential exposures so that my boss is prepared to testify as an expert witness. I love the fact I can work from home and the income is more than welcome. However, it’s little wonder I’d much rather read and write romance than pages about insulation and joint compound. LOL

My first piece of writing was published when I was in the third grade. My mother has the newspaper clipping to prove that my letter to Santa (even though I’d long outgrown believing he was the source of Christmas presents) made it into print. I think it’s fair to say I had a child in the third grade before I had another article published, but I like to think this proves I’ve had writing in my blood for a very long time.

  • What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Tell a friend and then leave a review. Seriously. Your friends trust your opinion more than mine (since I’m “selling” something), so when you tell them about a book you enjoyed…they listen. And when you post that same recommendation on Amazon, Goodreads, or other book retailers, it helps boost the book’s visibility and ranking so even more readers can find it.

Giveaway: To celebrate the release of Focus On Love, Candee is giving away a bundle of autographed novels and a Shutterfly gift card. Enter at https://candeefick.com/giveaways/focus-love-prize-bundle/. Drawing ends on February 24th.

Opening Excerpt from Focus On Love (from the Prologue):

Elizabeth Foster ripped the Christmas wrapping paper from the box on her lap. It wasn’t heavy enough to be the camera she’d asked for, but when she lifted the lid, she grinned regardless.

“These are great.” She ran her hand over the Foster’s Fotos design on the front pocket of the royal-blue shirts inside. Not the first color she would have chosen as a redhead, but she’d wear anything if it meant stepping into the family business as the third generation of photographers—to finally build on the foundation Grandpa O’Neill began when her mother was a child. To be who Liz was meant to be. “And you even used my logo design.”

“Your design? No, Jerry came up with that.” Dad rocked back on his heels from his position near the fireplace. “Isn’t it great? Thanks to your recommendation, he’s been quite a talented addition to the company.”

Liz’s eyes darted to Jerry on the other end of the couch—and his smug expression. Merely an hour ago, she’d awkwardly endured his monotone proposition, er, proposal: “Let’s merge our talents. I can do even more professionally if you’re behind me.” He’d claimed it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Except she had refused … and now this. Fueled by her ideas—the creative brainstorming she’d shared via e-mail and Skype calls this semester—her long-distance boyfriend had ambitiously climbed the ladder from intern to more.

Dad chuckled. “Told you she’d be speechless. Bet this will change her mind about a wedding, son.”

Liz’s face heated. “Son? No, he’s a thief. I showed him this very logo idea a month ago.” While she’d been off at college, he had apparently been stealing her family’s affection too. How could she have been so blind to his ambition?

“Now, now, dear. You’re just confused. The stress of your classes must be getting to you.” Jerry had the gall to reach over and pat her arm as if she were a toddler in need of comforting. He glanced at her dad. “I showed her an early sketch back in October.”

Liz pulled away from Jerry’s hand and took a deep breath, and then another, to calm herself. It would be unforgivable to cause a scene before the elaborate holiday dinner her mother had fixed. She’d already caught a glimpse of her grandmother’s wedding china on the dining room table…four place settings’ worth.

Another deep breath in through her nose and slowly released…

At least she’d finally seen Jerry’s true colors. But was it too late to fight for her place? If she needed to stay, completing her degree would have to wait.

She squared her shoulders and faced her dad. “Logo designer aside, do these shirts mean I can finally start working with you? Because I’d love to see us expand into new areas and revamp our website.”

Dad waved a hand dismissively. “Jerry’s full of ideas for doing all that. What we really need is office support.”

More of Jerry’s words came flooding back to her. “You don’t need a business degree to answer the phones and stuff envelopes.” Liz’s stomach clenched along with her fists.

Better to know the truth than to cling to hope. “Are you ever going to give me a chance to step behind the camera?”

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t handle this kind of job on your own. It’s a shame your grandparents encouraged those foolish dreams.” Dad shook his head. “Besides, a woman’s place is in the home, or at least supporting her husband in practical matters.”

With those dreams shattering into a thousand pieces around her, Liz tossed the box of shirts onto the coffee table and stood. “What I can’t handle is this right now.” She headed toward the doorway to the kitchen. Hopefully Mom wouldn’t be too upset if she—

“Just where do you think you’re going? We are not finished discussing this.”

Tears flooded her eyes as she turned back to face her frowning father. “Why can’t you understand? I just want to use the talents God gave me—to see the beauty in the world and share my joy with others. To do more than take pictures of snotty-nosed kids.”

“Those school pictures pay the bills, and it’s about time you grew up and started contributing around here.”

Rage at the injustice dried her tears. “That’s what I’ve been trying to do, except that you would rather listen to the lies of an outsider than the truth from your own daughter. He probably stole the rest of—”

“Enough!” Dad’s bellowing voice punctuated the vicious slice of his hand through the air. “This is my house, and you will not speak poorly of our guest and my new business partner. Submit to my authority and apologize, or else you are no longer welcome here.”

 

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