Welcome to the Official Blog Tour for The Fawn by Susan Griscom!
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This is the first of a two book series, but both books in The Beaumont Brothers Duology can be read as a standalone.
Genre:
New Adult Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Series:
The Beaumont Brothers Duology
Publish Date:
March 1, 2014
Publisher:
Amber Glow Books
Warning:
For mature readers 18+
Contains Sexual Content & Mature Subject Matter,
including Domestic Violence & Abuse
Synopsis:
After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood--shuffled from one foster home to another--Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she'd found her knight. But when Troy Harington's true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren't quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!
But does she run far enough?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he's once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?
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*Excerpt*
Lena
I hesitated, not sure what to do. Jackson stood too close to me, his voice just a whisper next to my ear, and maybe sort of sexy. I wasn’t sure what sexy sounded like, and I wasn’t sure why I even had that thought. I wasn’t feeling sexy. I still felt ugly, and I wasn’t used to the tenderness. My eye was healing and not completely black and blue anymore. More greenish now, but makeup didn’t cover much, so I’m sure I looked very plain and unattractive. My heart pounded in my chest as he stared into my eyes. I couldn’t move, or didn’t want to move. Afraid to breathe, I stood still, not wanting the moment to end. I didn’t want him to think I wanted him that way. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want him that way. My mind became a jumble of confusion. I did want him I thought. I wanted to be in his arms, to feel his lips on mine. I wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. I wanted to know if he would taste sweet like the red wine we were drinking. I wanted his touch on my skin, to feel his fingers graze up my arm, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that intimacy. As though he could sense my thoughts, he ran his thumb down my forearm and turned my hand over. Taking my hand into his, he seemed to study the lines in my palm. His thumb made little circles over them, and his eyes flicked to mine. “It’s okay,” he said. Though I didn’t know what he meant. I swallowed hard, wondering what was about to happen. Then, all of a sudden, Troy’s scary and dangerous eyes flooded my mind. My splayed hand looked dwarfed against Jackson’s broad chest as I shoved him out of my way and ran from the room.
I stood in the kitchen for a moment, not understanding why I was even there. I glanced around at the gold and black speckled granite counter, searching for a reason. The opened bottle of wine we’d been drinking stood right next to a little picture frame holding a photo of Jackson and Brodie, and another man I guessed might be their uncle. The family resemblance was strong. It might have been their father. Jackson never told me what happened to his parents. He and Brodie didn’t appear to be much younger than they were now in the snapshot, the scene around them festively adorned with a Christmas tree behind them and other decorations; their arms casually draped around each other as they all stood grinning at whoever snapped the picture. They looked so … normal. I sucked in the sob that wanted so badly to escape, and took a deep breath. Not like Troy.
Jackson was not Troy.
Jackson was not Troy.
I silently repeated that simple little sentence several times as I breathed in slowly through my nose, out through my mouth, praying Jackson wouldn’t come in and find me so unhinged.
I managed to pull myself back together just as Jackson entered the kitchen, and the horror on his face almost undid me again. No, not horror … pity. He pitied me, and that made me sick to my stomach. Only needy people were pitied, and I never wanted to be placed in that category.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asked, standing inside the doorjamb, acting reluctant about entering his own kitchen. God, I hated myself right then.
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*Interview with Susan Griscom*
- Thank you for taking the time for this interview! I thought we could start with all-too-common question, what inspired you to become a writer?
Other writers mostly, but writing is something that I’ve always thought about doing, but never realized I could. Thank goodness for spell check. I would often dream up stories as I was going to sleep when I was a child. In fact, I think the story of The Fawn actually started way back then, though it wasn’t to the extreme that it is now. It was more of a knight in shining armor to the rescue sort of deal.
- Favorite books and/or authors that inspire you?
I always answer with this one. Nora Roberts. I fell in love with her Circle Trilogy and her In Death series. But recently, I’ve added a few authors to my list: Veronica Roth, Jennifer Armentrout, J.R. Ward, Cassandra Clare, and Christine Feehan. There are more, but I would probably take up the entire page.
- Favorite place to write.
At my desk. I just feel more comfortable there. I’ve been known to take the laptop down and sit on the sofa with it though.
- Describe Lena in five words.
Strong, scared, quiet, lovely, and determined.
- What was the inspiration/idea behind The Fawn?
I don’t know. I just started writing one day and that’s what came out of my head.
- Are the characters from your imagination or from real people and/or experiences? Or a little bit of both?
No. Though, I related to Lena in other ways, not because she was a victim of domestic violence, but because she had the strength to change her life. No matter what situation we find ourselves in, if it isn’t what we want, we need to do everything in our power to change it. We only get one chance at this life and we need to make the best of it anyway we can.
- What part of the book was the easiest to write? The most difficult to write?
Actually, the beginning, mainly because I wrote it six years ago. LOL Adding to it was the challenge. And I had a much different ending in mind six years ago.
- I know that there's a fine line in differentiating Young Adult and New Adult, in your opinion, what is the difference between these genres?
Age and content. A Young Adult book should be about teenagers with teen topics and situations, I think ages 13 to 17. New Adult is college age with adult situations and a lot of times, include sex.
- What are you currently working on? What can we anticipate in the near future?
I am working on Brodie’s story, Book two of the Beaumont Brothers, with The Fawn being book one.
- What were you doing/where were you when you found out your first got published?
Sitting in front of my computer writing another story.
- Beaches or lakes?
I love sleeping to the sound of the ocean.
- I have a lot of friends who are aspiring writers, what advice would you give them?
To just write and don’t listen to what other people say, I mean the ones who might discourage you.
I will quote Augusten Burroughs –
He said, “The secret to being a writer is that you have to write. It is not enough to think about writing or to study literature or plan a future as an author. You really have to lock yourself away, and get to work.”
Thank you again for taking the time for this interview.
My pleasure. Thank you so much for coming up with some great questions. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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**About the Author**
Susan Griscom
I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of y friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.
I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and ten to lean toward the unusual and spooky.
My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot.
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