Southern Magic is proud to introduce Rachel Jones!
She will be at our luncheon in Hoover, Alabama November 5 with Jennifer Ashley, Hildie McQueen, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Lynn Raye Harris, Dianna Love and 20 plus authors.
Who are your top five authors to read?
Marie Force, Kristan Higgins, Laura Landon, Sarah MacLean, RaeAnne Thayne
What is your go-to book to read over and over again?
Ashes In The Wind by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
Describe where you are the most productive when you write.
I’m most productive in my newly renovated office surrounded by everything I need (music, tea, diffused aromas, resources). It’s a pleasant place to spend many hours.
Tells us a little about your current book?
Concert pianist Ella Craig returns home under the guise of performing with the San Francisco Philharmonic Orchestra. All she wants is to seek medical treatment for the symptoms she’s been experiencing then get back to the business of touring around the world.
General surgeon Jackson Hart, hired twenty-one months ago to replace Ella’s father, is a colleague of her Uncle Bill. Even with a fresh start and encouragement from Ella’s uncle and aunt, it has taken the widower over a year to open his life to social interaction once again. His career is taking off, and the idea of remaining permanently in San Francisco has merit.
As her friendship with Jackson deepens and she reconnects with family, Ella’s desire to stay becomes powerful, but the unresolved grief over her parents’ deaths is an obstacle to remaining in the city where she grew up. Ella struggles with her growing feelings for Jackson because no matter how strong they become, she’s not convinced she can give the time and effort required to sustain a romantic relationship with him. When Patrick walked away from her three years ago for that very reason, she vowed never to act on feelings of love again, no matter how intense.
Spending time with Ella awakens sensations and emotions Jackson thought had died with his wife. He’ll do anything to convince Ella to stay, but sadly realizes he’s not up to the promise of support he offers as she faces her grief. Accompanying Ella to the cemetery opens a floodgate of repressed memories of the days following Beth’s death. They crash down upon him with such force he now realizes he has not adequately dealt with his grief, only buried it and now it returns to haunt him again.
Show us your one favorite scene of dialogue from that book.
Ella’s heart pounded. His clean scent surrounded her, the heat from his body undeniable. She turned her head in his direction, welcoming the closeness of their faces. Jackson stroked the side her face, coaxing her toward his lips.
As they connected her eyes slid shut as she became lost in his kiss, melting into his masculine form. This man could kiss. She pulled away, breathless and found his face in the star-lit night.
“How did things get so messed up between us?” she asked.
Jackson’s hand fell from her shoulders. “I screwed it up when I told you about Beth.”
“Let’s be honest here. I put you on the spot. If I’d never asked for your help…”
“I had a hard time when Beth died. For a while I couldn’t function. I don’t know if I would ever have recovered if it weren’t for my grandparents. They gave me time to grieve and then they began to pull me back from the dark place I had gone to. They were smart enough to know when to stop
sympathizing and start pushing so I could have a life again.”
“I’m glad they were able to help you.”
“I would like to have helped you when you asked me. But I was scared if I let myself remember and feel, I might retreat back to those days of darkness and I didn’t want to go there.”
“After you left I didn’t know how to approach you, so I waited. I’m sorry I asked you for something you couldn’t give.”
Jackson hung his head. She put her hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’ve been to the cemetery.”
He looked at her. “How was it?”
“So different from what I expected. I felt peaceful when I left. I might even go back sometime, maybe.”
“I’m sorry you had to go alone.”
“I wasn’t alone. Alex went with me. He’s a good friend.”
Jackson picked up a small seashell and threw it. “I see.”
He’s jealous. “Alex is a great guy, but you shouldn’t be resentful of him.”
The jealousy factor gave her a boldness she never would have claimed as part of her personality. “I’d never do this with Alex.” She placed her hands on his face and pulled him close. She touched his lips with hers and knew the invisible barrier between them disintegrated when he shifted and grasped her shoulders.
The kiss turned from soft and sweet to fully charged making her feel heat at her core, something she’d never experienced with Patrick. The foreign feelings had her shuddering for more and pulling away at the same time.
What do you believe makes a man sexy?
Where to begin? Rolled up sleeves, five o’clock shadow, genuine smile, eye contact; happy to do the little things to make my day better (cook dinner, foot rub); owns a dog, is nice to the older generation.
Here's her short bio.
A registered nurse by night (for the past twenty-five years) and a writer by day sums up Rachel’s present life. She loves composing stories about strong women and sweet romance. Her books reflect her love of the performing arts, and her career in healthcare has influenced the threads of medical drama woven into her storylines. Taking A Chance On Love, Rachel’s second novel is a Rone Award finalist this year. Fingers crossed – winner announcement in October.
When she’s not working or writing, Rachel loves traveling, sewing and making music. After retirement (three years away) she plans to join a local orchestra and resume her clarinet playing on a semi-professional basis. Rachel lives in Kennesaw, Georgia with a spoiled Labrador retriever and her husband of thirty-eight years. They have three grown children.
Today's giveaway is a $10 gift card to Amazon.
Question: What musical instrument can you play?
If you don't, but if you could, what would you play?
If you don't, but if you could, what would you play?
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