Interview with Jana Richards, Author of First and Again and Giveaway!

 

 

[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, Jana!  Can you please describe yourself in 140 characters or less.

[Jana Richards] I’m a hard-working, committed writer, and a mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend. I try to perform those roles with love and care.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you tell us a little about First and Again?

[Jana Richards] FIRST AND AGAIN is a small town romance, set in a fictional town in North Dakota. It’s about second chances, redemption, and learning to trust. Here’s a blurb:

Bridget Grant is back in Paradise. Paradise, North Dakota, that is.

She’s swallowed her pride and moved back to her hometown with her daughter after her divorce and the loss of her catering company. Now she’s trying to navigate the strained relationships she’d left behind – including her first love, Jack Davison.

Jack never forgot Bridget, or the day she left town – and him. When Bridget caters a lunch at Jack’s tourist ranch, old flames reignite. They have more in common than ever – Jack’s also a single parent. Though they both try to keep things casual, Bridget, Jack and their girls are starting to look a lot like a family.

But Bridget’s only planning to stay in Paradise until she’s saved enough to relaunch her business. Jack’s invested too much in his ranch to leave. And with their daughters involved both have a lot more at stake than heartbreak. How can they risk falling in love?

[Manga Maniac Cafe] How did you come up with the concept and the characters for the story?

[Jana Richards] I grew up in a small farming community, so I have an idea how small towns can both drive you crazy and embrace you fondly, often at the same time. I know what it means to have to leave home at a young age because there are absolutely no prospects for jobs or training where you live. But even if you could find a job in a local business, you long to get away, to experience the world beyond the town limits. So I made Bridget the one who desperately wanted to leave, and Jack the one who wanted to make his life in Paradise. And never the twain shall meet – until Bridget becomes so desperate that the only place she can go is home.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What three words best describe Bridget?

[Jana Richards] She’s scared, determined, and devoted. She’s scared because of her precarious financial position and the trouble her daughter is flirting with. She’s determined to get her life and career back on track. And she’s devoted to her daughter, and will do anything to help her, even if it scares her to death.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] If Jack had a theme song, what would it be?

[Jana Richards] “I will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor seems fitting. He survived losing Bridget twenty years ago, he survived a lousy marriage and a messy divorce, and he survived his daughter’s early health problems and surgeries.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name one thing Bridget is never without.

[Jana Richards] That’s a tough question. Bridget’s financial situation went from relative (though highly mortgaged) prosperity to one step away from homelessness. So she lost a lot of material things along the way. Now the only thing she is never without is hope for a better future for herself and her daughter.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What three things will you never find in Jack’s bedroom?

[Jana Richards] A TV, a decorative pillow, and a picture of his ex-wife.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What is Bridget’s greatest regret?

[Jana Richards] Bridget regrets that she never had more children. She always wanted more, but her ex-husband absolutely refused. He knew she was the talented one, so he wanted her working in the kitchen of their catering company rather than sitting at home looking after babies.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What are your greatest creative influences?

[Jana Richards] I have to say my greatest creative influences are my fellow writers, including the ones I know personally and hang out with, the ones I know online, and the ones I only know from reading their work. I get lots of morale boosting, advice and critiques from my personal writer friends. I probably wouldn’t still be writing without them. Writers I know online who belong to the same publishing houses, or the same online writing groups are generous with their time, knowledge and expertise. The writers whose work I love to read give me something to aspire to every day.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What three things do you need in order to write?

[Jana Richards] I need coffee, a comfortable chair, and my dog Lou snoring under my desk.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What was your biggest distraction while working on First and Again?

[Jana Richards] I kept getting distracted by other writing projects. I’d begun FIRST AND AGAIN some time ago, around 2007. One of my publishers, The Wild Rose Press, put out calls for stories in a couple of different series, and I wanted to participate. The first time, there was a call for a romantic suspense novella involving a Blue Diamond. Since it could be from any time period, I created FLAWLESS, a World War Two story about the Nazis stealing Le Coeur Bleu, a famous (fictional) blue diamond, and the jewel thief and the French resistance fighter who steal it back. FLAWLESS was part of the Jewels of the Night series from The Wild Rose Press. Then the Class of ’85 series came along and I knew I wanted to be part of it. The Class of ’85 was about a 25th high school reunion at Summerville High School. I wrote THE GIRL MOST LIKELY as part of that series. Then I got invited to write a novella for the Love Letters series, an historical series that begins with a letter that changes the course of a character’s life. HOME FIRES is about a young English woman who travels to Canada after the war to marry her Canadian fiancé, a pilot in the RCAF. But when she arrives, she discovers her fiancé has married someone else. His mother has a suggestion; marry her other son. So I had to finish these projects before I could get back to FIRST AND AGAIN.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What is the last book that you read that knocked your socks off?

[Jana Richards] I recently reread MARIANNA by Susanna Kearsley. It’s a story about past lives and second chances that weaves the present with 17th century English history. I’ve read it twice now, first in print and the second time as an audio book, and the love story got to me as much in the retelling as it did the first time.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you had to pick one book that turned you on to reading, which would it be?

[Jana Richards] That’s a tough question. I’m not sure I can point to any one book. I always loved reading as a kid, and it’s a love that followed me into adulthood.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] What do you like to do when you aren’t writing?

[Jana Richards] I like to garden. Well, my husband probably likes to dig in the dirt more than I do, but I really do enjoy the flowers in the summer. I also like to preserve things from the garden in the fall. This year we made salsa, but in years past I’ve canned or frozen spaghetti sauce, I’ve made jams, pickles, and apple sauce, and frozen vegetables. You really appreciate all the work when you literally get to eat the fruits of your labor in the middle of winter.

I also enjoy yoga and Pilates. I go to the gym too, but I can’t say I enjoy it, exactly. I love to go to movies and concerts and sporting events when I get the chance. Of course, reading is a great source of enjoyment for me.

[Manga Maniac Cafe] How can readers connect with you?

[Jana Richards] They can comment on my blog, Journeys with Jana, check out my website, or email me directly at jana.richards@hotmail.com I’d love to hear from readers!

[Manga Maniac Cafe] Thank you!

About the book:

First and Again

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Carina Press

Date of Publication: October 7, 2013

ISBN: 978-14268-9643-9

ASIN: B00E1UY6GE

Word Count: 87,000 words

Book Description:

Bridget Grant is back in Paradise. Paradise, North Dakota, that is.

She’s swallowed her pride and moved back to her hometown with her daughter after her divorce and the loss of her catering company. Now she’s trying to navigate the strained relationships she’d left behind—including her first love, Jack Davison.

Jack never forgot Bridget, or the day she left town—and him. When Bridget caters a lunch at Jack’s tourist ranch, old flames reignite. They have more in common than ever—Jack’s also a single parent. Though they both try to keep things casual, Bridget, Jack and their girls are starting to look a lot like a family.

But Bridget’s only planning to stay in Paradise until she’s saved enough to relaunch her business. Jack’s invested too much in his ranch to leave. And with their daughters involved, both have a lot more at stake than heartbreak. How can they risk falling in love?

About the Author:

When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com

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Excerpt

Chapter One

It was official. She’d hit rock bottom.

Bridget Grant sighed as she wiped the sticky remains of spilled beer and nacho cheese sauce from one of the tables. Was this what her life had come down to? Serving wench in her mother’s bar?

As she lifted her head, she caught several patrons staring at her. When she stared back with all the haughty pride she could muster, they quickly looked away. Less than a day in Paradise and she’d been stripped bare, as if she were swimming naked in the small-town fishbowl that was her hometown. Turning away from the gawkers, she gave the dirty table an angry swipe with her cloth.

Suck it up, Bridget.

She took a calming breath. It didn’t matter what she did for a living or what anyone thought of her. As long as her daughter stayed out of trouble, she’d gladly sling beer and wipe sticky tables.

The front door opened and a group of people trooped in, their exuberance drowning out the scratchy music pumping out of the old jukebox. In the middle of the pack stood her sister Celia, looking relaxed and happy and full of life. Celia let out a squeal and left her group of friends when she saw Bridget, throwing her arms around her in a bear hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” Celia said, kissing her cheek. “What has it been, five years since we’ve seen each other in the flesh?”

“Something like that.” She examined her sister’s face, amazed at how much Celia now resembled their mother. She had inherited Mavis’s straight blond hair and blue eyes along with the petite stature that had always made Bridget, with her tall, lanky frame and wildly curling auburn hair, feel like the odd man out in her family. Celia’s face and bare arms were tanned from time spent working in the sun, and little laugh lines fanned out around her eyes. Bridget got the impression that Celia laughed a lot. Must be nice. Divorce and financial ruin had left her without much of a sense of humor.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been so stubborn about visiting the city we’d have seen each other more often,” she said.

Celia took a step away, her eyebrows rising. “Well, little sister. It’s awfully early in the evening to have your claws out, isn’t it?”

Just because her life had gone to hell didn’t mean she had to take it out on Celia. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m glad to see you too.”

“I know you are.” Celia smiled and took her hand. “I didn’t think you’d be working in the bar tonight. You just got here.”

Bridget shrugged. “The girl who usually works Friday nights is sick and Mom asked if I would fill in.” Even though she was tired from days of driving, she was glad to have something to do. “I figured, what the hell. Might as well get started.”

“Good for you. How’s Rebecca?”

She sighed. Her fifteen-year-old daughter had remained sullen and silent the entire trip to Paradise. “Unhappy. But I can’t really blame her. I’ve uprooted her and plunked her down here.”

“In the middle of nowhere,” Celia added.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. It was there between the lines. It always has been.”

“I’ve never fit in here.”

“You’ve never let yourself fit in here.” Celia shook her head and took a step back. “Let’s not rehash old arguments. It’s your first night home. I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I.” She was too exhausted to get into it with Celia.

“I could get Megan and Mike to introduce her to some of their friends. Once Rebecca meets some kids her age she’ll feel better about the move.”

“I don’t think anything’s going to make her feel better about coming here.” Bridget’s breath hitched. “She’s upset about the divorce. I know it’s my fault…”

Hot tears stung her eyes and she was unable to speak around the lump in her throat. The last thing she needed was to start bawling in front of the bar crowd.

Wouldn’t that be a juicy topic for coffee row gossip? Bridget Grant came crawling back to North Dakota with her tail tucked between her legs. That girl was always uppity, but you should have seen her crying her eyes out. How the snooty have fallen!

Celia gave her shoulder a soothing rub. “I know coming here is tough for you and Rebecca. But you shouldn’t take all the blame for the divorce. Ben deserves his share.”

The way Celia said Ben’s name, like it was something distasteful, made her feel a little better. But she couldn’t escape the truth. “I appreciate your support, but it really is my fault. The business went under because of me. After that, our marriage just unraveled.”

The expression of sympathy in Celia’s eyes made her want to press her face to her sister’s shoulder and cry out all her hurts and worries. But she couldn’t do that. There was a room full of people watching them and she had work to do. Besides, she and Celia had never had a crying-on-each-other’s-shoulders kind of relationship.

For one aching moment, she wished they had.

“There’s my girls.”

Bridget’s mother Mavis approached with a smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “It’s so good to have both my daughters home again.”

Celia smiled at Mavis and gave her cheek a little kiss. It was a simple gesture, but spoke volumes to Bridget. The special relationship between her mother and sister had made her feel like an outsider in her own family for years.

Would things have been different if her father had remained in the picture?

She brushed away the self-pity and moved out of Mavis’s embrace. “I’d better get back to work. What can I get you to drink, Celia?”

“I’ll have a beer, but first I want you to meet some people. I think you’ll remember most of them.”

Bridget took a deep breath, pasted a smile on her face and turned to greet Celia’s friends. Some were strangers to her but she recognized several of them. One face in particular was very familiar. Tina Marcotte, now Tina Wilson, had been one of the most popular girls in their class. She’d taken great delight in tormenting Bridget all through high school, teasing her about her hair, the glasses she’d worn back then, her clothes. She’d made fun of her opinions and ambitions, and had gossiped about her endlessly. Had Tina changed in the intervening years or was she the same bitch she’d been back then?

Bridget took their order and brought their drinks. A short time later Celia’s husband Gavin joined them.

“Hello, Gavin. It’s good to see you again.” She smiled and extended her hand. She’d always liked her sister’s husband. He was good-hearted and hardworking, a salt of the earth kind of guy. The exact opposite of Ben.

“Welcome to Paradise, Bridget,” he said with a grin. He ignored her outstretched hand and enveloped her in a warm hug.

The bell over the door tinkled and a man walked into the bar. Bridget almost dropped her tray. What the hell was Jack Davison doing here? He’d moved away from Paradise years ago.

Surprise quickly gave way to embarrassment. If she had to meet Jack again after all these years, why did it have to be now, at the lowest point in her life?

As he took a seat, her brother-in-law clapped him on the back.

“Hey, you made it.” Gavin turned to her. “You remember my brother Jack, don’t you? I think he was a grade ahead of you in school.”

“Of course Bridget remembers Jack,” Tina Wilson piped up. “They dated in high school, remember?”

Trust Tina to remember ancient history.

Memories flooded back. Clapping madly as Jack Davison scored the winning touchdown for their high school football team. Her heart racing when he singled her out to dance at the Fall Ball. The sweetness of their first kiss. The thrill of her first love and the anguish when it ended. When I ended it.

His gaze locked with hers and she wondered how he remembered it, if he remembered it at all.

Jack looked lean and fit and very attractive. His sandy-colored hair was free of gray, and though a few lines etched his face, they only made him more handsome. His eyes, fringed by thick, dark lashes, were still the same shade of cornflower blue she’d always loved. Back in the day, one look from those beautiful eyes could turn her knees to water.

Damn it, why did he still have to look so good?

“Hello, Jack.” She extended her hand.

“Hello.” He clasped her hand in a firm shake.

Nerves skittered down her spine. “So what are you doing in Paradise?” Celia had told her years ago that he had married a girl in Houston. Her telephone conversations with her sister had been brief over the years, mostly centering on their husbands and children. She hadn’t wanted to hear news of her old life. “Are you here visiting Celia and Gavin?”

“No, I moved back to Paradise a few years ago. Gavin tells me you’re going to be living here for awhile.”

“Yes.” She started gathering empty glasses from the table, aware of the interested glances from Celia and Gavin’s friends. For the most part, they weren’t being malicious, just curious, but her private life was just that; private.

Tina smiled and leaned forward. “And you’ve been living in San Francisco all these years, Bridget. It must be exciting to live in a big city. What did you do there?”

“Lots of things, but mostly I helped run my ex-husband’s business.”

“Bridget’s being modest,” Celia said. “She’s a graduate of the Culinary Institute of America. She was head chef of the catering company she and her husband owned.”

“Really?” Bridget detected a slightly mocking tone in Tina’s voice. “I imagine you catered a lot of fancy affairs.”

“A few.” Was the emphasis on affairs some kind of dig, a double entendre? She rejected the idea. How could Tina know about Ben’s affair? She glanced toward her mother, mentally willing her to call so she’d have an excuse to leave. Unfortunately, her mother was engrossed in conversation with some older patrons, leaving her no means of escape.

“So why did you leave your catering company?”

“Tina, maybe Bridget doesn’t want to talk about it,” Celia said, a note of warning in her voice.

Tina had always had a knack for finding her weak spots and going straight for the jugular. Bridget’s only hope was to show no fear.

“That’s okay, Celia,” she said. She turned to Tina with what she hoped was a composed expression on her face. “The business went under.”

“Really? What a shame. What went wrong?”

The massive lawsuit might have had something to do with it. “It was probably the downturn in the economy.”

“That’s too bad. And I understand your husband left you after that.”

Her heart dropped into her stomach. She lifted her eyes to Tina’s and in that moment she hated the woman. Though Tina’s face was the picture of innocent inquiry, the predatory gleam in her eyes revealed the enjoyment she took in asking these humiliating questions.

“It was an amicable split.”

“But to leave you without any money and then to take up with a younger woman. Well, that’s just too much.”

She heard her sister’s sharp intake of breath before an embarrassed hush fell over the group.

“Knock it off, Tina,” Jack said.

Tina gave him an indignant glare. “I was just trying to express my sympathy for Bridget’s situation.”

He didn’t look convinced. “Sympathy, my ass.”

Bridget glanced at the horrified expression on her sister’s face. In a moment of weakness, she’d phoned and confided the circumstances of her divorce to Celia. How could Tina have known Ben had left her for a woman fifteen years younger unless Celia had told her? Was this how sisters treated each other? Did one betray confidences and then sit back and watch while the other was publicly humiliated and ridiculed?

She could never trust her again.

Gavin coughed self-consciously. He and the others at the table appeared uncomfortable, but she was past caring about anyone else’s discomfort. Anger welled up inside her, anger at Tina, at Celia, at Ben, at the world in general.

“It’s okay, Jack. Tina’s right. My husband did dump me for a younger woman. But hey, my life’s an open book. Maybe there are other details of my personal life you’d like to discuss. Perhaps you want to know my bra size or maybe my bank account balance, though I’ve got to warn you, neither is very big. Go ahead, ask me anything.”

They stared at each other for what seemed like ages until Tina shook her head, looking chastised.

“You’re right, it’s none of my business,” she said, sounding remorseful. “I just wondered what brought you back to Paradise after all these years.”

There were many reasons for coming home—poverty, hopelessness, a broken heart. But she had no intention of baring her soul to Tina Wilson.

“I came back to Paradise because I need some space. And plenty of privacy.”

She turned away, her hands shaking as she clutched the empty glasses, but not before she caught what looked like amusement in Jack Davison’s eyes. His expression made her even angrier. How dare he laugh at her?

The glasses clinked together as she haphazardly loaded them into the dishwasher behind the bar. One night in Paradise and she’d already been humiliated. Welcome home, Bridget. If she had enough money for gas and if she thought her old Chevy could withstand the return trip, she’d pack up her daughter and their few meager possessions and head back to San Francisco. Why on earth had she ever come back here?

The answer was simple. She had no place else to go.

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