Interview with Anne Patrick

We have Whimsical author Anne Patrick here to tell us a little bit more about herself and her books today. Let's all give her a warm hello! Comment below and have a chance to win a free copy of her book Journey to Redemption!




WP: What do you write?
A: Inspirational romantic suspense & inspirational romance

WP: Why do you choose the genres you do?
A: I'm a suspense junkie. It's in my blood. And everyone needs romance in their life.

WP: What made you first want to be a writer?
A: I can't remember a time when I wasn't making up stories in my head. Writing them down just came naturally.

WP: What inspires you?
A: Life. There are stories all around us.

WP: What kicks the brain into gear when you have writer’s block?
A: Reading and long walks.

WP: Who is your favorite character you have created?
A: I have two. Sadie in Fire and Ash, and Maggie in Reservations for Two.

WP: Is there any genre you want to try, but haven’t yet?
A: No. I'm comfortable where I am. Maybe in the future. I write what's on my heart.

WP: What do you hope readers will take away from your stories?
A: I not only want them to enjoy the adventure, my hope is that it touched them in some way...inspired them.

WP: What’s your latest news and do you have anything releasing soon?
A: I have a new inspirational, Renegade Hearts, and a new suspense, Kill Shot: Wounded Heroes Book One.

WP: Where can we find you on the web?
A: My website: http:www.annepatrick.weebly.com and my blog: http://www.suspensebyanne.blogspot.com

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Justin Reeves is a man who has it all: a good job, a loving wife and children who are the center of his
universe. Justin also has a secret he's hidden from everyone his entire life—or so he thought. Quite
innocently his small daughter, Debby, stumbles upon his secret and is shocked by what she finds. She
confronts her father with the awful truth, and together they embark upon a journey which takes her father
from the darkness of shame into the light of victory.

Drawing from true events in her own childhood, author Diane Craver captivates the reader from page
one to a stunning climax which will touch your heart and impact your life forever in this must-read story of
love's triumph over adversity.

EXCERPT:

PROLOGUE

It was 1957 when I saw something that I wasn’t meant to see. I have never forgotten this night because it
had such an impact on me. I was only seven years old, and what I saw my father doing confused me.
Finally, I had enough courage to ask my mother about it. After she explained everything to me, I was
shocked and saddened.

What happened after I learned my father’s greatest secret was extraordinary to our family. When my
father, Justin L. Reeves, decided to conquer an overwhelming disability in life, he was fifty-four years
old. He gave our family an incredible gift to last a lifetime because of what he accomplished at this age.
His triumph made me into the woman I am today. My three older siblings were able to make the best
decisions of their adult lives because of our father's influence.

This is a story of determination and hope. My father's journey was not easy. But if it had been easy, I
wouldn't be telling his story now. After you finish reading this book, I pray that the true meaning will linger
in your heart and mind; just as the outcome of my long ago memory has remained in my soul for fifty-
three years.

My name is Debra Reeves Cunningham, and I am sixty years old. It’s not hard to take you back to the
beginning in 1957 when I was seven. My life was good and simple. My memories of this wonderful year
are crystal clear. We lived on a farm with eighty acres outside of Findlay, Ohio. My petite mother, Lucille,
worked hard doing whatever needed to be done on the farm. She was a big help to my dad when it came
to dairy chores. With no milking machines, they milked seven cows by hand in the morning and again in
the evening.

My siblings didn't help with this time-consuming job. My oldest sister, Gail, was twenty-five and lived at
home, but not by her choice. Whenever she mentioned moving to an apartment, our mother insisted that
wouldn’t be proper for a single woman. Gail worked as a secretary at the impressive Ohio Oil Company
in Findlay. She always dressed in pretty clothes and went out on dates all the time.

My brother, Carl, at the age of twenty-one was in the Army, and he hated it. He wrote me the best letters.
The past summer, we all traveled in our blue Mercury car to visit him in North Carolina.

Next in the family was my fourteen-year-old sister, Kathy. We shared a bedroom, and she never
complained about sharing a room with a younger sister. She only worried about not being able to dance.
From the time she was a small child, she wanted to be a dancer. She watched all the Shirley Temple
movies and practiced on the kitchen linoleum floor. I was told how her dancing entertained me when I
was a fussy baby with teething pain.

A short time after Kathy celebrated her seventh birthday, she was stricken with polio. She wore a brace
on her left leg because the polio had weakened these muscles. Dancing was no longer a realistic dream
for Kathy.

It's time to take you back to the night when what I saw made me question everything. From my siblings, I
learned that sometimes we see only what we want to see, and only face the truth when we can no longer
deny it. I remember everything about that night so well. In my mind I see my bare feet softly walking down
twenty-two steps. I enjoyed counting the steps and jumping off the last one.

It drove Gail crazy whenever she was in a hurry and be-hind me. “Why do you have to count these
stupid steps all the time?”

“I like to count them. I always get twenty-two.”

And so on this particular night I counted them again. With no light on to guide my footsteps, I didn't want
to fall in the dark. I didn't switch the hallway light on because it would shine through the register. My
parents might wake up and see the light from their bedroom. Mommy liked to keep a door open for air
circulation in their small room. I knew that I had to be very quiet since I wasn't supposed to be up at this
late hour. I skipped the jump off the last step so my parents wouldn't hear me. With a racing heart, I
slowly opened the old stairway door, hoping it wouldn't make a sound.