NOTE: So happy to meet Patti! She has sent me a lot of good stuff to share with you guys, and I hope you’ll pass it along via your own blogs, Twitter, or Facebook–however you want to get the word out. Patti will do the same for you, I’m sure, when you have news to share.
PJ Fiala
I was born in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri named Bridgeton. During my time in Missouri, I explored the Ozarks, swam in the Mississippi River, and played kickball and endless games of hide and seek with the neighborhood kids. Spending summers in Kentucky with my grandmother, Ruth, are the fondest childhood memories for me.
At the age of thirteen, my family moved to Wisconsin to learn to farm. Yes, learn to farm! That was interesting. Taking city kids and throwing them on a farm with twenty-eight cows purchased from the humane society because they had been abused was interesting. I learned to milk cows, the ins and outs of breeding and feeding schedules, the never ending haying in the summer, and trying to stay warm in the winter. Our first winter in Wisconsin we had thirty-six inches of snow in one storm and were snowed in our house for three days! Needless to say, I wasn’t loving Wisconsin.
I am now married with four children and three grandchildren. I have learned to love Wisconsin, though I still hate snow. Wisconsin and the United States are beautiful, and my husband and I travel around by motorcycle seeing new sites and meeting new people. It never ceases to amaze me how many people are interested in where we are going and what we have seen along the way. At every gas station, restaurant, and hotel, we have people come up to us and ask us about what we are doing as well as offer advice on which roads in the area are better than others.
He had love and passion to give, but she was afraid to take it.
Owning Rolling Thunder Motorcycles, Inc. and raising his twin sons was top priority in Dog’s life. That was until he met Jocelyn James, the sweet, loving single mother of Gunnar, a young man who works for Dog.
Joci raised Gunnar alone after her cheating, dickhead of a boyfriend ran off with another woman. She finished school, started her own graphic design business and hung out with friends and family. The last thing on her mind was men! That is until she met Dog.
The chemistry is undeniable. The passion is incredible. The family bond is like no other.
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I don’t usually read romance, but this looks like a pretty hot novel, Patti. I’l have to put it on my TBR list.
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And even if it turns out not to be your genre, I’ll bet you have readers on your blog who would love to check it out, or in your Twitter-verse. That’s how The Write Stuff will be focused, in addition to making new friends. On sharing writers and their work, and knowing they will share yours, as well. And Patti, meet Evelyn, a very nice blogger who graciously interviewed me a few months back, and who writes intriguing mysteries. Evelyn, send me info on your newest book (or anything else you’d like) and I’ll post it here for you.
Have a great day!
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Thank you so much Marcia for debuting your new website/blog site with Dog Days of Summer and myself. It’s an honor to be here.
Evelyn, it’s very nice meeting you and any support you can offer are much appreciated.
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You are very welcome, Patti. I thank YOU for being the first to volunteer to post. Does your sexy cover show up now? I re-uploaded it, but I can’t tell, because I could see it before. Anyone else having trouble seeing it? Let me know, because it’s not something you want to miss! 🙂
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BTW, the leading man in my second novel, Swamp Ghosts, is named Gunnar! 🙂 Gunnar Wolfe, “the kind of guy every man wanted to be, and every woman just plain wanted.” 😀
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Awesome. Great minds think alike.
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Best of luck with Dog Days of Summer, Patti, looks good!
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Thank you Marcia, I appreciate it.
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