I'm thrilled to welcome one of my favorite new historical romance authors back to The Romance Dish today! Heather Snow is an award winning historical romance author with a degree in Chemistry who discovered she preferred creating chemistry on the page ratIher than in the lab. The final book in her Veiled Seduction series, SWEET MADNESS, hit shelves April 2, 2013. RT Book Reviews Magazine gives it 4 ½ stars, saying “In this emotional, compassionate romance...the powerful love story will sweep readers away." (It sure swept me away!)
Find out more at www.HeatherSnowBooks.com or connect with Heather on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorHeatherSnow , at Twitter www.twitter.com/HeatherSnowRW or at her blog, Heather’s Historical Reader Salon at www.heathersnowbooksreadersalon.blogspot.com
Welcome, Heather! Congratulations on the release of Sweet Madness. I finished reading Gabriel and Penelope’s
book last night and it was wonderful! Please tell our readers what they can expect
from this book.
Thanks, PJ! I’m so thrilled to be
back at the Romance Dish today. I’m even more thrilled that you enjoyed
Penelope and Gabriel’s story. When I sat down to write it, I was convinced it
would be the book that ruined my very short career. I’m pleased to discover
that I seemed to have been wrong about that!
As for what readers can expect from Sweet Madness, I would say a bit
darker and more emotional story than my previous two. Both characters are
tortured, and have to go through some dark places to come back to the light.
But Sweet Madness is a story of the healing power of love, and hope, and I’m
hoping readers find the happily ever after even sweeter given what Penelope and
Gabriel have to go through to get there.
Gabriel and
Penelope are both compelling characters.
What one thing do you want readers to understand about each of them?
I think readers who loved my last two
novels might be wondering what kind of
heroine Penelope will make. After all,
Liliana—the lady chemist from Sweet Enemy—and Emma—the lady criminologist and
mathematician from Sweet Deception—were both brilliant women who reveled in
pushing the boundaries of society. Readers might remember Penelope as a kind
but average debutante who was content to live the privileged life she was born
to, as we first see her in Sweet Enemy. And that may have remained true, if her
husband’s tragic death hadn’t shook her to her core and driven her to study
mental maladies. It was a fun challenge taking Penelope and helping her discover her inner brilliance. Penelope had to realize that she was never average at all, and that everything she
needed was within her all along, if she only trusted herself.
Gabriel, on the other hand, is a born
leader, a man who fixes things, who is responsible and strong and who thrives
on being useful. And yet his mysterious madness has rendered him useless, at
least in his own mind. He, too, had to learn to trust himself again…one of the
many things that made he and Penelope perfect for each other.
I’ve had
first-hand experience with PTSD or “battle fatigue.” Your portrayal of Gabriel’s struggles was
spot on. What kind of research did you
do or did you write “from the gut?”
I’m so glad I was able to get Gabriel across
accurately. I hope I also was able to convey his strength and dignity in spite
of his struggles. As for whether I researched or wrote from the gut, I’m going
to say both. I did a lot of research on PTSD, on the causes, effects, symptoms
and treatments, searching for ways Penelope could instinctively help Gabriel,
even though they knew so little about it at the time. I read articles, medical
journals and first-hand accounts. But when it came down to the writing, even
with all of the research, I had to try to put myself there—both for Gabriel and
Penelope—to be able to pull the emotions off. Some of those scenes were
wrenching to write.
The experience of writing this
story touched me deeply. While Gabriel is a fictional war hero, there are many
real life heroes and their families suffering from the effects of war today.
Therefore, my husband and I have decided to donate a portion of all
royalties earned from the sale of SWEET MADNESS to Hope For the Warriors®,
an organization dedicated to “restoring a sense of self, restoring the family
unit, and restoring hope for our service members and our military families.”
You can find out more about this wonderful charity here: http://www.hopeforthewarriors.org/
Without
giving away spoilers, what one scene would you never cut from this book?
The art therapy scene. There wouldn’t
have been any formal art therapy at the time, of course, but Penelope was an
artist and she’d stumbled across the benefits of art accidentally and
intuitively.
“I know that I said I was willing to do anything you
suggested, but how exactly is this supposed to help?” Gabriel asked, eyeing
Penelope skeptically.
It
was mid-afternoon the following day and the two of them were alone in Somerton
Park’s long gallery. The massive high-ceilinged room was dotted with
comfortable-looking tufted benches, chaise lounges, a walnut pianoforte and the
occasional overstuffed chair. A fire crackled in the massive hearth, centered
along the interior wall. The other side of the room boasted tall windows
separated by scarcely a yard between them, and every available patch of wall
space was covered with colorful portraits and landscapes in gilt frames of
varying shapes and sizes.
But
the only canvas that interested him at the moment was the blank one on the
easel in front of him.
Penelope
grinned at him as she removed the lid from a cylindrical earthenware container
about the size of a large pumpkin.
“When
I first started visiting the soldiers at the hospital, I really had no idea how
to reach them.” Dipping her hand into the pot, she withdrew a walnut-sized
pouch and shook droplets of water from it until it stopped dripping.
“Oftentimes we would just talk about our lives and interests. When they
discovered I was an artist,” she said, taking a pin and piercing the pouch,
“they asked to see some of my work.”
Red
paint oozed out of the tiny hole she’d made, and the crisp tang of linseed oil
reached his nose. Pen squeezed a dollop onto a wooden palette and then plugged
the hole with a tack before placing the bladder of paint back into her
container.
“After
some great discussions of art, the men wanted a demonstration, so I did some
painting for them.” She withdrew another bladder and pricked it, this time
eliciting a bright green. “Then I encouraged them to try, and over a period of
weeks, I discovered some interesting things.”
Green
was replaced by yellow. “I already knew, you see, that the very act of painting
made me feel better. I’d been pouring out my emotions
onto the canvas since I’d picked up my first paintbrush. Thankfully”—she
flashed him an eye-rolling grin—“the melodramatic canvases of my youth have
long since been destroyed.”
Blue
paint now joined the others on the wood. “Anyway, as the men created their own
works, I started noticing symbolism in some. Others were able to externalize
their emotions through their art, and once they were on the canvas, separate
themselves from the feelings enough to talk about them.” Purple joined the mix.
“And for some, painting simply improved their moods enough to make it through
their day.”
He
crossed his arms and lowered his chin. “You expect me to . . . paint my feelings?”
She
smiled and added another color to the palette. “I have a theory that the mere
act of creating puts us in a place of positive emotion. Sometimes we can gain
insight simply by observing what we’ve created. And I believe that sometimes
the artistic process can bring feelings to the forefront for us to see, even
when it is not our intention. Once we can view those feelings objectively, we
are free to abolish them as we see fit.” One last dollop, white this time, and
she placed the lid back on her pot.
Setting
the palette on the table near the easel, she reached for brushes, fanning the
sable hairs with her fingers. “Liliana wants me to prepare a paper on my
findings, though if I did, I expect it would be laughed out of the Royal
Society before they even read the title. Imagine me, trying to pretend that I’m
brilliant.”
He
looked at her, gathering art supplies and speaking passionately about the ways
she’d discovered to relieve others’ suffering—men like him. Didn’t she see that
she was brilliant? But even more, she was compassionate
and kind. All of the intelligence in the world would be fruitless without those
higher qualities that Penelope had in abundance.
But
that seemed too deep for the moment, so he just repeated dryly, “You expect me
to paint my feelings.”
She
pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth tipped up in a smile despite her
efforts to look stern. “It might do you good to try, you know.”
He
snorted, uncrossing his arms and stepping closer to the easel. “I haven’t an
artistic bone in my body.”
Pen
slipped a smock over her dress. “Everyone has a spark of creativity within
them,” she protested.
“Not
me. I am utterly unimaginative, I assure you.”
She
raised a blond brow as she tied her strings. “I’m certain we could find something to inspire you.”
Gabriel’s
breath caught in his throat. Pen had already turned her attention to readying
her brushes and wasn’t looking at him at all. He knew she hadn’t meant her
words to imply anything, but as he watched her graceful movements, he thought, You, Pen. You could inspire me to do whatever you wanted. He’d
paint if she desired it. He’d burst into song. Hell, he’d build her a bloody
temple with his bare hands if she wished it, chiseling every stone himself.
With a spoon.
This is just a small excerpt from the
actual scene, of course. What made it so fun to write, aside from how I get to
use painting and symbolism, is that is a turning point scene. It is near the
middle of the book and Penelope and Gabriel have been working through some dark
things and are making progress in their goal to discover what has been causing
his struggles. But something happens during this session that makes Penelope
turn a hard eye on herself and you start seeing the vulnerabilities and hurts
that she is hiding…and how Gabriel is going to be able to help her just as much
as she can him.
We love our
comfort reads around here. To what book
or author do you turn when you’re in need of some fictional comfort?
Anything by Lisa Kleypas. I’m just so
in awe of her writing. It’s smooth, it draws me in subtly and completely and it
never fails to dazzle me at some point or another. Lisa’s writing is also so
lush and her characters so perfectly crafted, I can’t help but fall in love
even if I practically know the story by heart by now. I’ll re-read Devil In
Winter, Dreaming of You or Worth Any Price any time.
How do you celebrate
the release of a new book? Do you have
any special traditions?
My first book, I celebrated with a cake
made like the cover and a lovely dinner out with friends. It was fabulous.
Since then, I’ve been on deadline! So now release day is like another deadline,
rushing to write blog posts and newsletters and Facebook posts, etc., all while
trying to keep the Heir and Spare from tearing up my office an deleting
everything on my computer. Not much time
for celebrating!
If you were
interviewing yourself, what one question would you ask? And how would you answer?
Hmm…how
did you become a historical romance fan? I’ve been reading romance as long as I can remember. I’ve been hooked since I found my Nana’s
secret stash, hidden on the lowest bookshelf, tucked behind her recliner. She was a historical romance fan, so that’s
what I started with and it is my first love.
I don’t remember the specific books anymore, though there were many by
Kathleen Woodiwiss, Judith McNaught, Johanna Lindsay, Julie Garwood, Jude
Devereaux and Janelle Taylor.
Time for
Quick Six!
Vanilla or
Chocolate?
Ice cream? Chocolate. In fact,
the only way to eat vanilla ice cream is slathered in chocolate syrup. Cake,
however? Vanilla or White. Preferably with some chocolate ice cream.
Early Bird
or Night Owl?
Night Owl. Over the years,
I’ve whipped myself with the whole “Early to bed, early to rise makes you
healthy, wealthy and wise” stuff, but I just can’t seem to change. Plus, with
the Heir and the Spare being 4 and 1, the only time I can get anything done is
when everyone else is asleep, and I can’t sleep if I have a lot on my mind, so
I can’t go to bed until it’s done!
TV or
Movies?
Movies. I like that I can spend a
couple of hours and have a story resolved. I’m not good at waiting through a
whole season to see how something turns out!
Beach or
Mountains?
Oooh, I’m torn. I’m going to
say mountains. I love fresh water rivers/creeks, shade trees and greenery. And
as beautiful as I find the beach, the sand in my shorts gets annoying after a
while…
Jeans or
Evening Gown?
Evening gown—but with
flats. I’m not a heels kind of girl.
Dogs or
Cats? Cats. I love their independent
spirit and the fact that they can be aloof and self-sufficient. Sadly for me,
Mr. Snow just promised the Heir and Spare a dog this summer…
What’s next?
Vacation! My first book sold shortly
after the Heir was born, and the second was written right after the birth of
the Spare—while my husband was finishing up his masters on top of his full time
career! He graduated right after I finished SWEET DECEPTION and we’d barely had
time to enjoy a breather before I jumped into SWEET MADNESS. My family and I
are looking forward to a couple of weeks on the beach together during the month
of May. I know, I know…sand in my shorts (and everywhere else!) Then I’ll get started
on my new series…
Thanks,
Heather! Would you like to ask our
readers a question?
Yes, I’d like to ask
them the same question I asked myself: How did you become a historical romance
fan?
I’ll be happy to give away the
winner’s choice of either of my first two novels, Sweet Enemy or Sweet
Deception, open internationally.
Ever since her husband’s sudden and tragic
death, Lady Penelope Bridgeman has dedicated herself to
studying maladies of
the mind, particularly those of soldiers returning from the Napoleonic Wars,
but Gabriel Devereaux’s unpredictable episodes are like none she’s ever seen.
Even though she knows the folly of loving a broken man, she can’t help herself
from trying to save him, no matter the cost…
Read the Prologue and First Chapter HERE...
Purchase Here (a portion of all royalties from SWEET MADNESS will
be donated to Hope for the Warriors®)
