Christine Young

I am a writer and avid reader of romances particularly historical romances. Please join me on my journey through time

Christine Presents ~ Evergreen by Emily Mims

Please welcome Emily Mims author of Evergreen.

Emily Mims will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Evergreen

by Emily Mims

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GENRE: Contemporary romance

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INTERVIEW:

  • What or who inspired you to start writing? I wrote the first one on a dare from my husband after throwing a book across the floor and declaring that I could do a better job.
  • How did you come up with ideas for your books?   My ideas in general come to me very easily. This particular book was inspired by both my numerous trips to Tennessee and two trips I made to Hawaii, particularly to Leilani’s hometown of Haleiwa.

What expertise did you bring to your writing? I play the ukulele and have been to festivals like the ones portrayed in the book.

  • What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio? I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to a new musical instrument. On the ukulele cruise we just finished, I bought a bass ukulele and learned the basics of playing it.
  • As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans? I have just finished the fourth book in the Smoky Blue series (Indigo) and have plotted four more.
  • If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?
  • If you were the casting director for the film version of your novel, who would play your leading roles?
  • Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
  • When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step? (See question 1.) I took my husband’s dare seriously, wrote a book and sent it in!
  • What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
  1. Do you outline your books or just start writing? I write from a detailed synopsis.
  2. Do you have any hobbies and does the knowledge you’ve gained from these carry over into your characters or the plot of your books? Oh, yes. I play both the dulcimer and ukulele and just got back from a 10 day ukulele cruise that I’m hoping someday to incorporate into a story.
  3. Do you have an all time favorite book?
  4. Have you started your next project? If so, can you share a little bit about your book? I haven’t started writing yet but I have 4 more books in the Smoky Blue series plotted and ready to go.
  5. Who is your favorite actor and actress?
  6. Can you tell us a little about the black moment in your book?
  7. What is your favorite reality show? Fixer-Upper with Chip and Joanna Gaines
  8. Can you tell us a little bit about what it was like to write a series. It’s great! You can use the fictional world you have built for multiple stories, revisit previous heroes and heroines and introduce future characters.

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BLURB:

Thirty-year-old musician Leilani Mahuiki is in Tennessee to find Joe Barstow, the birth father whose bone marrow might save her daughter’s life. She finds Bradley, too, Joe’s adopted son. Against all odds, she and Bradley make wonderful music together, she on the ukulele, he on the banjo. And Bradley is everything else she’s ever wanted in a man.

Bradley wants her, too. But is that enough? He needs a family of his own. Having grown up an outsider, he’s always dreamt of something simple and old-fashioned. No entanglements. No complications. Just mom, dad, and the kids. Not something Leilani can ever offer. She already has the very complications and entanglements that he so desperately wants to avoid, and that are not going away any time soon. And yet, as he and Leilani pull out all the stops to save her daughter’s life, he knows Leilani is the only woman for him. The most beautiful music in the world can sometimes happen when disharmony resolves—and a lonely Tennessee winter can become a tropical paradise.

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EXCERPT:

He eased open the bedroom door and tiptoed down the hall to the landing, where he could see down the stairs into the living room. What in the world? Leilani carried a garbage sack across the room to her small dining room table. Bradley watched as she eased open the sack and started slowly withdrawing colored cups and spoons. It was the garbage from the club tonight, the cups and spoons they’d all used to eat the pudding and drink the Bay Breeze. His eyes narrowed as she zeroed in on the red and blue cups and the red spoon. He’d watched enough crime scene television shows to know what she was doing. She wanted somebody’s DNA sample. But whose? And why?

Only one way he knew to find out.

Bradley tiptoed down the stairs and stood with his arms folded as Leilani carefully put the cups and spoon into a gallon-sized plastic sack and zipped it shut. Intent on her task, she didn’t notice him until she’d loaded the rest of the garbage back into the sack and turned around with the sack in her arms. She stared at him in shock and the bag slipped out of her arms, spilling dirty cups and spoons all over the floor. “Shit, Bradley, you startled me.” Her eyes widened and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Bradley did not try to hide his suspicion. “Care to explain what the hell you’re doing?”

She shrugged, looking resigned. “I may as well, you’re all going to find out anyway. Help me get this mess cleaned up first. I don’t want the sticky pudding soaking into the carpet.”

“To hell with the carpet,” Bradley said harshly. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“To hell with your attitude. The mess first, then the explanation.” Leilani held two dishtowels under the tap and threw one at him, hitting him in the middle of his chest. “Help me clean up and I’ll tell you all about it.”

He gave her a go-to-hell look but started picking up the dirty cups and spoons. He sneaked a glance in her direction. Her face was expressionless, but her trembling hands gave her away. She was in the grip of powerful emotion, so powerful that she was hanging on by a thread. Whatever was going on was important to her.

They got the mess cleaned up. Leilani took the soiled dishtowel from him and motioned to the sofa. “This may take a few minutes.”

Bradley sat down across from her. “Okay, spill. Whose DNA are you after and why?”

“Joe’s. I have reason to believe that Joe Barstow is my father.”

Bradley felt a river of ice gush down his back. “What the hell do you mean, you think Joe Barstow’s your father? You’re from Hawaii. Joe’s never been to Hawaii.”

“No, but Debbie Pickens has been to Tennessee. Mom used to sing on the bluegrass circuit.

She was a damned fine dulcimer player.”

“Which is why you know bluegrass music and play the dulcimer so well. She taught you.”

Leilani smiled faintly. “We are the only two dulcimer players in Hawaii. Anyway, she got pregnant with me somewhere in Tennessee at a bluegrass festival. I figured out about when I was conceived and found an old festival flyer in her keepsake box. She’d circled her picture and the picture of The Barstows on that flyer. I don’t know, obviously, but I think she and Joe hooked up that weekend. Here, let me show you.” She ran upstairs and came back a moment later with an old flyer. “Take a look.”

Bradley took the flyer from her with fingers that trembled, and stared down at the circled pictures of a pretty young woman and The Barstows as they appeared thirty-one years ago. A much younger Joe, the only original member of the band still performing, smiled up at him out of the picture. “So based on just a date and a flyer, you think Joe’s your father? What else do you have that makes you think that?”

Leilani lifted her hands and pulled the hair up off her face, exposing the wide forehead and sharp widow’s peak that so defined both Joe’s and his brother’s faces. And the cheekbones and the blue eyes. Bradley’s breath caught in his throat. How could he have missed it? How could any of them have missed it? No wonder she’d looked so familiar the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Underneath all the hair she wore down around her face, she looked like Joe. Even more strikingly, she looked like Jake.

She looked like her dead brother.

She looked like her father.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author of thirty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons and grandmother of six, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in eastern Tennessee and Georgia. She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”

Website:

http://www.emilymims.com

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/EmilyMimsAuthor

Twitter

@EmilyMimsAuthor

https://www.amazon.com/Evergreen-Smokey-Blues-Book-3-ebook/dp/B01MYZUFMM/

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

Emily Mims will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2240

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6 comments on “Christine Presents ~ Evergreen by Emily Mims

  1. Thanks for hosting!

  2. Lisa Brown
    May 15, 2017

    Congrats on the tour and thanks for the chance to win 🙂

  3. achristay
    May 15, 2017

    Welcome to my blog. I hope you have a great tour.

  4. Emily Mims
    May 15, 2017

    Thank you so much for having me today. I’d love to answer any questions you or your readers might have!

  5. Victoria
    May 15, 2017

    Great post – I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing 🙂

  6. Dale
    May 15, 2017

    I liked the excerpt thank you.

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