Hi, Dianne! Nice to meet you and welcome to my blog. It's exciting to be a part of your ongoing tour and I wish you lots of success :) Delicious cover, by the way! Let's get started with the interview...
I've been a
storyteller for as long as I can remember, but when my first grade teacher
pinned my very first attempt at a fiction story to the board for everyone to
read, I was hooked. I loved that something I had written was being read and
liked by my friends. I still love that feeling of accomplishment. Also, I had a
wonderful creative writing teacher in seventh grade who encouraged me to submit
my stories to the local newspaper for a writing contest they held every year. I
won! Seeing a story of mine in print clinched it for me.
Worse thing? That I still need to work on 'showing' a story rather than
'telling' it. Sometimes it's hard for me to see the difference until it's
pointed out to me.
Ray Bradbury: The
imagery in his stories captivates me.
Dean R. Koontz: That
a story can be terrifying yet still have an underlying message of peace and
love.
J.R.R. Tolkien: For
obvious reasons.
To begin with, I get
up an hour earlier in the morning than I need to, to get in some writing before
work. I'm a full time floral designer, so I put in my eight hours, come home,
have dinner. Unwind with my husband. Then I have about two hours in the evening
after he's gone to bed to write. On
my days off I squeeze in as much writing as I can, but still make sure I leave
enough time for my family.
Tris: Shia Labeouf
Aiden: Jared Padalecki
I've always loved the
tragic hero, full of angst and courage. When I started writing WITHOUT AIDEN I
had a vague idea where I wanted the story to go. I knew what tragedy Tris would
face, how Aiden would react to him, and that we needed a Happily Ever After.
But mostly I just started in on the story and let my characters guide me.
What surprised you the most
when you became a published?
All the promoting!
Don't get me wrong, I love connecting with readers and other writers, but I
didn't really believe there would be so much to it. I've had to adjust my
writing schedule to include time for social networking, but I've become used to
it, and now it's just part of the job of being a writer. And when I have
feedback from a reader is the best of all. It means they took the time out of
their busy lives to read my book and
tell me how they felt about it. I love that!
This last summer my
son started college and moved into his own apartment. I got his room! All my lovely things are here with me,
pictures and artwork, an oriental rug on the floor. There's a large picture
window facing west so I can watch the sunset and overlooks the garden. My
desk's in front of that, bookshelves behind me. There's also a bed and TV in case
we have guests (or I want to spend a lazy afternoon doing nothing).
What’s next for you?
And
I've signed a contract for the Ad-Dick-tion Anthology coming out later this
year from Breathless Press. I also have a story submitting for another
anthology with them I'm waiting to hear back on.
Also,
at the moment I'm working on another contemporary m/m erotic romance, Jack and
Peter, that I'm really excited about! I don't want to give away too much yet,
but Jack finds a beautiful stranger sleeping on his patio who captures his
heart but also puts his life in danger.
Oh,
and I'm working on two 'free reads' to be released this summer.
WITHOUT AIDEN
By
Dianne
Hartsock
BLURB:
Is a gift of love enough to open Aiden’s
heart and let Tris back in?
After the car accident that killed his
parents and left his sister paralyzed, Tris is left with nothing. His family is
destroyed. His reputation is shot. And all he has is the guilt of knowing it
was all his fault. People in town know he’d been drinking that night, and know
he should never have gotten behind the wheel. And even Aiden, the man he
thought he’d be with forever, blames him too much to stay.
But Tris can’t let him just disappear.
After months of loneliness and isolation, Tris brings Aiden a gift on his
birthday, a hawk he’s carved from a chunk of wood they’d found in the forest
during an afternoon of love. A small chink seems to open in Aiden’s heart, the
first sign of forgiveness. With renewed hope, Tris takes a job renovating one
of the older homes in town and tries to rebuild his life. But the townspeople
have long memories, and when his sister’s condition worsens, forgiveness—and
Aiden—seem to slip even further out of reach…
EXCERPT:
The
car slowed and came to a stop. Tris looked out the front windshield at the
aging building with the garish neon signs in the windows. Murphey’s Diner? Day
just kept getting better.
“Do
you mind? I have class in forty-five minutes and Murphey serves the quickest
breakfast.”
“It’s
fine.” Tris pushed open his door and climbed out into the crowded parking lot.
“Think we’ll get a table?” he asked over the roof of the Fiat.
“There’s
usually room at the counter.”
Tris
shrugged and followed Aiden into the bustling restaurant. He probably imagined
the silence when they walked through the door, but then again everyone had
known his parents. Three months were a blink of an eye in the small town of Cherry
Creek.
He
lifted his chin a trifle as they crossed the crowded room and tried not to
notice the whispers behind him. Conversation resumed as they sat at the
counter. Aiden seemed impervious to their attention, and Tris picked up the
paper menu, acknowledging he was probably being overly sensitive. The waitress
smiled as she brought coffee and took their orders, and Tris relaxed enough to
enjoy the precious minutes with his estranged darling.
“What
class do you have this morning?” he asked and took a sip from the steaming mug.
If nothing else, Murphey’s always had good coffee. Aiden shifted on his stool
to face him. Tris thrilled when their knees touched and Aiden made no effort to
move away.
“Chemistry.
I’d ditch out to celebrate my birthday with friends, but there’s an important
lab I need to finish up.”
Tris’s
lips quirked. “That never stopped you before.”
“That’s
only because you were a bad influence.”
Tris
chortled into his mug of coffee even as a flush heated his face. It had never
taken long to persuade Aiden to stay with him. A soft kiss on the sensitive
skin behind his ear. A nip on the neck. Gentle sucks on Aiden’s full bottom
lip, the snug silver hoop driving Tris crazy with want. He heard Aiden’s drawn
breath—as if his thoughts had gone the same route—and all the blood rushed to
his groin. Damn. His dick was going
to need some serious attention once he got home.
He
smiled secretly when Aiden had to clear his throat. “Are you coming back to
college?”
The
question caught Tris off guard, though he should have expected it. “Once
Candice is better…” Familiar panic churned in his stomach.
Aiden’s
gentle voice tore down his shaky defenses. “How is she?”
“I
don’t know,” Tris whispered and swallowed the tears that would come, damn them. “I left her with the doctor. I couldn’t stay
in the house.”
Their
food arrived. Tris picked up his fork, stomach queasy at the sight of the
greasy mounds on the cheap plate. But he dug into the eggs and spicy hash
browns anyway, to stop the screams of helplessness in his head. Despair leaned
its heavy weight on his shoulders. He jumped when Aiden touched his arm.
“I’m
sorry, Tris. Can I see her?”
“Of
course. She’d like that. She asks about you.” Tris moved the fork around on his
plate. When he and Aiden had first hooked up after years of flirting, Candice
had been their biggest supporter. He didn’t have the heart to tell his sister
they’d broken up after the accident that had left her paralyzed. Maybe he
didn’t want to believe it and saying the words would make it true. It couldn’t
be true. They’d been so good together! No one knew him as well as Aiden did. No
one else could drive him wild with a single hot glance.
He
remembered the long nights they lay under the stars, made love, and planned
their future. Aiden wanted to graduate with a science major. Tris had whispered
in his ear that he really didn’t like making furniture. He had the odd wish to
be a pastry chef. Aiden licked Tris’s lips and said he made a wonderful
dessert.
Tris
bit his lip to hide its tremble. No, he’d never admit he and Aiden were
through. He’d rather live with the hope they could work things out.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
After growing up in California and spending the first ten
years of marriage in Colorado, Dianne now live in the beautiful Willamette
Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the
endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in
which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house while it
pours rain outside, a fire crackles on the hearth inside, and a cup of hot
coffee warms her hands which kindles her imagination.
Currently,
Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the
perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich
colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
PRIZE
INFORMATION
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All Romance Ebooks Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the
tour.
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