Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall by Author Luccia Gray : (Day 11) #Giveaway
Merri Wilcox has finally achieved her greatest dream and opened her own hair salon. Life is bliss until Brighton Stansbury walks through her door. Growing up, Brighton was behind every bad thing that happened to Merri. She hasn't seen him since high school graduation and could have happily continued like that forever.
When a winter storm traps Merri and Brighton together, will the pair finally learn to get along, or will the Christmas holiday become their new war zone?
Tifani Clark grew up on a potato farm in southeastern Idaho with two brothers and two sisters. Because of her location, she had a lot of space to imagine and daydream and often pretended to be characters in books--like Scarlett O'Hara. She is married to the love of her life and is the mother of four fabulous children. When not writing, she enjoys playing the violin and piano and traveling to new places.
Q and A with the Author:
1.
Did you learn anything from
writing your book and what was it?
a.
All is Merri and Bright is the first ‘cozy romance’ I wrote. Up to this point,
all my stories have been geared toward
the YA crowd. I learned that it’s a fun genre and I can explore other options.
2.
What is the thing you struggle
with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
a.
Sometimes when writing my characters get stuck in situations that I
don’t know how to get them
out of. I know the story starts at Point A, and I know it ends at Point B, but sometimes getting them through the
in-between stuff can be tricky. Some of
my best thinking comes during the early morning hours. I’m a morning person and
usually wake up long before my alarm goes off. I use that time to lie in bed
and think through my stories. Answers to plot questions usually find their way
out.
Connect with the Author here:
Snippet
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in her thoughts, Merri didn’t notice that Brighton had stopped working next to
her—until a snowball hit her in the back of the head.
Shocked,
she whipped around to glare at Brighton who already had another snowball formed
and aimed at her. “You did not just
do that.”
“I
did. And I don’t regret it.” He grinned. “Although, admittedly, I was aiming
for your back, not your head.”
“So
not only can you not drive straight, but you can’t throw straight either,”
Merri said.
Without
any further warning, Brighton pulled his arm back and unleashed the second
snowball. It connected with her face, splattering across her cheeks and
dripping down into her coat. “Hey, look
at that. My aim’s not so bad after all,” he said.
“You’re
going to regret doing that.” Still gasping from the cold shock, Merri grabbed a
handful of snow and hurled it at Brighton. He easily ducked and the poorly
formed ball sailed over his head.
“Is
that the best you’ve got?”
“You
are so frustrating!” Merri yelled.
“No
I’m not. You just think I am because you’re frustrated with yourself.”
Merri
grabbed another handful of snow, taking her time as she formed it into a
perfectly packed ball. She raised her arm and thrust it forward, faking a
throw. Brighton dodged the empty pass, just as she knew he would. While he
struggled to regain his balance, she unleashed the snowball for real, hitting
him square in the chest.
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