I have Ryan Jo Summers on my blog today, talking about the inspiration for her new book.
This story was written
for two reasons. One, it started as therapy. I'd been handed some medical news
I was reeling with, struggling to find ways to cope. A friend suggested I write
about out. So I invented Kasey Griffin and gave her MS, which gave us some of
the same daily struggles. Kasey became my alter ego. Then to add to her problems,
I gave her a love interest-- Ben Salem, who came from my crush on Harry Connick
Jr. Handsome, charming, funny and musically incline; Harry and Ben both have it
all. That was the start of the story.
Years before that, I had been driving home Valentine's evening from work and
spotted a bouquet of roses in the middle of the road. Wondering what could have
led to them being discarded there, my writer's mental wheels pondered that for
a while. Once I started penning 'Glimpse Eternity', the roses had to become
part of the story.
Griffin is determined to prove a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis isn't going to
ruin her life or define her expectations. She is dedicated to her pregnant
sister, her pets and operating her bookstore, 'The Next Chapter'. She has
everything she needs to have a full and satisfying life--the daily challenges
of her condition notwithstanding.
Then hunky musician Ben Salem rolls into town. Ben's subtle charm quickly
reminds Kasey she is more than a woman with a disease, she is also a woman with
a heart. And Ben wants it.
Will Ben still desire her once he learns the terrible details of he
Silence hung between them. She shifted from foot to foot. Should she offer
coffee, cook breakfast, or ask what happened that he spent the night?
Self-consciously, she tugged at her hair again. Muttonchop whined at the
tension slowly filling the room.
does that happen often?” he asked slowly, cautiously, reaching out to pat
Muttonchop. “Last night?”
eyes widened, breath caught. She felt like a deer in the headlights. So this
was where he was going to walk out, she decided. Thomas padded into the room
and sat, watching them. She wanted to scoop the big cat up, to hold him as a
shield from what was to come. He was going to ask just enough questions to find
out what was wrong with her and then decide it wasn't for him. Who would want
her once he knew? She took a breath, steeling herself for the inevitable.
considered that, tilting his head. “Have you seen a doctor? It seems kind of
out of character for you.” He cracked a quick grin. “Please don’t look like I’m
scaring you because it’s starting to scare me.”
was scared? She was terrified. She pulled in a hard breath. “I have seen a
doctor. It's complicated.”
Ryan Jo Summers is a North Carolina writer who likes to pen romances with a
twist. Love stories blended as inspirational, with paranormal, suspense or time
travel--or several at once. She also writes non-fiction for regional
periodicals. Her dad is a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry, so Ryan came by
the writing gene honestly.
Her hobbies include poetry, bird watching, houseplants and gardening, gathering
with friends, hiking in the forest, painting canvas and ceramics, and working
wiggly word find puzzles, mah johngg or chess. She lives in a 1920
cottage with a menagerie of pets. She often daydreams of the shore and
frequently uses water as settings in her stories.