Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Fantastic Forty ~ Susan R. Hughes

Hi Everyone! Please help me welcome this week’s amazing author…

~Susan R. Hughes!~

Author name: Susan R. Hughes
Website/Blog: www.susanrhughes.weebly.com  
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Susan-R-Hughes/150348171749025

Fave food? Indian curry
Fave drink (non-alcoholic)? Tea
Fave candy bar? Hershey Bar with almonds
Fave flower? Iris
Fave gemstone? Amethyst
Fave day of the week? Saturday
Fave time of day to write? Afternoon
Fave season? Summer
Fave holiday? Christmas
Fave color? Purple
Fave animal? Cat
Fave hobby? Crochet
Fave sport? Figure skating
Fave song? “Rolling in the Deep” ~Adele
Fave TV show? Big Bang Theory
Fave movie? Pretty much anything with Harrison Ford.
Fave book? Any of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series.
Fave author? Edgar Allan Poe
Fave word? Exquisite
Fave quote? “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
~John Lennon lyric

Lightning Round:
Coffee or tea? Coffee in a.m., tea in p.m.
Cake or pie? One of each, please!
Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
Salty or sweet? Both--chocolate covered pretzels.
Veggies or fruit? Fruit
Owl or lark? Owl
Plot or not? Plot
Desktop or laptop? Laptop
Pencil or pen? Pencil
Rain or sun? Sun
Land or sea? Sea
Plane or train? Train
Run or walk? Walk
Casual or dressy? Casual
Indoors or outdoors? Depends on the season!
Reading: EBook or paperback? Either
Reading: Novellas or novels? Either
Theater or rental? Theater
Vampire or shifter? Vampire
Jedi or Sith? Jedi (if it’s Ewan McGregor)

Tell us about your new/latest release:

Title: Sense of Touch        
Genre: Historical Romance

In the wake of the Halifax Explosion in 1917, the sense of loss was overwhelming. The blast destroyed Amy’s home and killed her parents, while Sean lost his eyesight and the little sister he’d promised to protect. In the midst of disaster Amy and Sean found each other, if only briefly, as she helped him escape the destruction of the city.

Another chance encounter reunites them in 1923. Amy’s disfiguring scars and her need for security have led her to consider marrying a man she doesn’t love—until the touch of Sean’s hand sparks a desire for something more.

As their friendship blossoms into a passionate affair, Sean finds hope and strength in Amy’s arms—but as he struggles to find a sense of purpose without his sight, can love alone mend the deepest wounds of the heart?

As the first few notes of music reached her ears, Amy’s breath caught and her body stiffened. She didn’t know the name of the tune, but it often played in her head as she drifted to sleep at night—the tinkling, bell-like notes of a bright, lilting melody. A wave of cold dread gripped her, driving the air from her lungs as her heart swelled against the walls of her chest.

The jewellery store began to tilt wildly and she felt the floor shudder under her feet. She gripped the edge of the display case, knowing the sensation wasn’t real—the explosion had happened over five years ago—but she couldn’t help it. The memories imprinted on her brain had a way of flooding over her in an instant, too rapidly for her to resist them.

Finally she drew a deep breath, and as the room swam back into focus she became aware that the source of the music wasn’t her memories, but someplace nearby.

Turning her head sharply toward the sound, she came to realize the wooden box on the counter was a music box, and at once she recognized it.

Her gaze raked over the backs of the couple standing there. The man was tall with a lean frame, his hair a dark swath between the brim of his fedora and the collar of his black raincoat. The woman was slim, wrapped in a fur-trimmed brown coat, her bobbed blonde tresses all but covered by a high cloche hat embellished with floral appliqu├ęs.

Her stomach tightening with a blend of fear and exhilaration, Amy inched along the display case, her gloves sliding over the edge of the glass as she made her way closer to the couple.

Once she had the man’s profile in view, she knew it was him—the boy she had met that awful day when she was just sixteen and he a year older—and her heart battered fiercely against her breastbone. She’d never seen his eyes, but she couldn’t mistake the elegant slope of his nose and chin, or even the long, slender fingers now gripping the music box.

At first she thought his eyes were downcast, focused on the box—but then realized his eyelids were closed, his cheeks wet. He pressed a lever on the box and the tune stopped abruptly.

Amy let her own eyes fall closed, and though the shop fell silent a dreadful sound filled her head—a remembered thundering roar, unleashing memories that swept through her as swiftly and violently as wildfire.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sense-of-Touch-ebook/dp/B00AB7YSPA/ref=la_B0070NJWT0_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1353716868&sr=1-6

Thank you, Susan, for being my guest today and allowing us to get to know you better! :)



Mona Risk said...

Beautiful excerpt. I always love your writing Susan.Evocative and emotional.

Emma said...

Thank you!

Lynda Bailey said...

Lovely excerpt and the storyline sounds very intriguing.

E. Ayers said...

Hi, Susan. I bought your book and I can't wait to read it. The whole story sounds fascinating.

~Jane~ said...

Thanx again, Susan, for being my guest today! I love the excerpt for SENSE OF TOUCH--Congrats on your new release! :)

Thanx Mona, Emma, Lynda and E. for visiting/commenting today! :)


Jenny Twist said...

Great excerpt, Susan, and unusual storyline.

~Jane~ said...

Hi Jenny!

Thanx for stopping by and checking out Susan's interview! :)