Today’s guest is W.B. Kinnette, Author of “Waiting Fate.” The moment I saw her cover I knew I wanted to read this book–adorable, fascinating, and attractive. And that’s just the cute smiling guy in the background.
I’ve heard great things about her writing, too, and I’m so excited that she agreed to visit my blog today! Check out our interview:
1) Why and how did you become a writer?
I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was teeny tiny. I was half-heartedly pursuing that goal when my oldest daughter asked me, when I was little, what had I wanted to be when I grew up. I said a writer, and she gave me the biggest smile and said, “And you are!” At that moment, I knew I couldn’t fail, not when she smiled like that!
2) What’s your biggest challenge in the writing world?
Finding time! I have three kids. They like me quite a bit. Which means that where I am, there they are, and trying to write when they are trying to entertain me is difficult, to say the least. I write late at night, after they’re in bed and the house is quiet.
3) What’s your favorite book, and what book influenced your writing the most?
My favorite books ever are the Harry Potter series. I love the way they blew the world-building doors wide open and pretty much sucked the world right back into reading. Her writing may not have influenced me the most; I’ve read a lot in my life and I like to think that everything I’ve read has influenced me in some way, but J.K. Rowling’s story definitely gave me the biggest push!
4) Tell us about Waiting Fate.
Waiting Fate is a true love story about a woman escaping an abusive relationship, and the man who has been waiting for her his entire life. It’s about hope and new beginnings and old friends and never letting go of the things that mean the most to you.
5) What advice can you give to aspiring authors?
Find a support group of other writers. They are invaluable! I never would have made it through that very first draft if I hadn’t had other writers there to bounce ideas off, sprint with, and ask for feedback from. The writing community is fabulously supportive and I love it so much!
Thanks for visiting. I totally agree about the support group thing! If I didn’t have my writing friends to keep me sane through the highs and lows of publishing, I’m positive it would have never happened for me. Best of luck with your book! Here’s more info, and an excerpt at the end:
W.B. Kinnette was born and raised in Utah, the baby of the family and spoiled rotten. She lived briefly in Texas and Alaska before coming back to raise her family only a few miles from her childhood home. She’s loved writing since she was small, because daydreams demand to be written down. She believes that dreams must be chased, if only so she can tell her children honestly that dreams do come true if you work hard enough – and never give up!
BACK COVER BLURB
Sometimes Fate hides in plain sight while you stumble through darkness.
Ivy escapes from an abusive husband, finding peace with her daughter in her childhood home. She’s determined to keep her past a secret to protect those she loves.
Archer has been in love with the same girl since seventh grade. When Ivy comes back into his life—bruised, broken, and haunted by secrets—he knows he can’t lose her again.
But Ivy made a promise to her daughter. No one would hurt them again. She’s afraid to trust, afraid to be wrong again, and afraid that the one man she’s loved forever will break her heart.
Fate might take its time, but it won’t wait forever.
As he walked her to her door, she slid her small fingers into his, and he ran his thumb across the back of her hand. The night was cool. At the door she turned, smiling up at him. “Thank you Archer. It was… fun.”
He couldn’t see clearly, but he could swear she was smirking. Yeah, you blew your chance. Way to go. So he hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist, like he’d done a hundred other times before. They were a huggy group.
He was surprised when she rose on her toes and slid her arms around his neck, holding tight like he was a lifeline. He pulled back, just a bit, hoping but afraid to hope as he searched her eyes. They sparkled, just a bit, and then she leaned forward, closing the gap between them and brushing her lips against his.
Time stopped. The world stopped and he froze in shock. It took him several seconds to realize what was happening, and then he kissed her back, holding her tight against him. He could feel her heart racing, matching his. When she relinquished his lips, he sucked in a breath, struggling to breathe. “I’ve wanted to do that since high school,” he muttered, almost without realizing it.