Meet My Guest ~ Author ~ Jane Reinhart
I’d like to introduce one of RenRom’s newest authors.
I am a new author with Renaissance Romance Publishing. Residing in Westchester County, New York, I enjoy the company of my husband, two children, and three dogs. When I’m not writing poetry or working on my next manuscript, I can be found in the kitchen creating custom homemade party cakes or teaching the art of culinary skills. My novella is designed to inspire my readers with a message of hope and perseverance through life’s difficult challenges, coming away with thoughtful reflection to follow your heart, and never give up.
Now on to the interview!
Name one actor/actress you would love to get naughty with?
Sadly, my heartthrob is no longer with us. It was Patrick Swayze. He just oozed raw, natural sensuality that melted me. And, oh … those dance moves.
Do you suffer from sleepwalking?
No, I suffer from sleepwriting. I’m definitely a night owl and often wake in the wee hours with thoughts and phrases swirling in my subconscious – compelling me to get up and write them all down.
Do you like dogs or cats?
I am an avid animal lover, but I must admit my passion is dogs. Recently added to my household is a shelter rescue pup with golden fur as soft as angel’s wings and paws that smell like candy.
Do you speak with your dog?
Of course, doesn’t everyone? Usually she speaks back with her eyes, but so far I have taught her to say “Out” and “Yum.”
What’s your bad quality?
I think I talk too much, especially when relating the happenings of the day. I must give too many details, as my husband will say “Hon, can you just give me the Reader’s Digest version? Now if he wants to hear my stories, he will have to buy my books.
Describe yourself; what do you think about yourself and do you think people perceive you in the same way?
I am sensitive, compassionate, and a loyal friend, but I consider myself to be reserved and shy. My peers do not agree, saying “What! You shy!?” They describe me as bubbly, outgoing, and full of life.
Which is your favorite genre of movies?
I love horror movies, thrillers, and true crime.
What do you do when you feel very sad or depressed?
I retreat into my mind cave and eat butter cream cake for breakfast.
If given complete freedom to start afresh, what profession would you choose and why?
Funny – I often thought if I had it to do all over again, I would become an author. Discovering my literary abilities later in life than most, I’m a walking example of “it’s never too late.” A bout with late stage neurological Lyme disease several years ago left me with the inability to express myself verbally, so I turned to writing. I am grateful for a full recovery, encouraging family and friends, and a wonderful publisher who made it possible for me to achieve my dream. I feel I have already been granted a second chance.
What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?
I’ve done some crazy things in my day, but the topper was when I hitched a ride on a two-seater prop supply plane just outside of Anchorage, Alaska, and landed on the top of a glacier where a musher was training twelve sled dogs for the Iditarod race. I knew all the commands, so I convinced him to let me take the reins of the dogsled – solo. It was magical.
And now a bit about her upcoming book.
Peeking Through Wooden Blinds by Jane Reinhart
To be released late July
Renaissance Romance Publishing
Paige Henderson meets her soul mate, Joey Novak, at the age of fourteen. Five years later they plan their wedding. But the inability to cope with a devastating loss sends Paige into a deep emotional withdrawal, leaving Joey easy prey to the attentions of an unrelenting temptress. A mysterious phone call leads Paige onto a path of deliberate self destruction and into the arms of the wrong man.
Paige’s ensuing forty year marriage to Nick Bruska becomes a nightmare she can no longer endure as she struggles to regain her sanity and self worth. Can she emerge a survivor?
Joey has never forgotten his first and only true love. Do soul mates really exist? Will he ever see Paige again? Only then could they discover the terrible mistake that changed the course of their lives.
Peeking Through Wooden Blinds is a testament to the survival of the human spirit. Rarely are we given a second chance in life, and this story was inspired by hope and human dignity. Development of the plot takes the main character through turmoil, anguish, and a difficult struggle with spousal abuse intertwined with the reflection of many valuable life lessons. It also reminds us that he who hesitates is lost, and to delay expression of feelings is truly tempting fate.
Less and less quality time was shared with Joey, thereby avoiding any pressured situation that required emotion. Giving her ample time to heal, he remained true but lonely. Unfortunately, his shield of loyalty had a weakness, and the hunters were out. If you snooze, you lose – and Paige was fast asleep.
Meanwhile, the only recreation Joey entertained was a frequent dinner stop with his father at the Wayland Diner. Often taking his motorcycle as a mode of transportation, Joey was an appealing vision of eye candy. The years had only strengthened his sex appeal, and the handsome guy in the black leather jacket did not go unnoticed.
A lanky waitress with slut-style teased blonde hair greeted her favorite customers. Worn silverware tainted with dried morsels of leftover food missed by the inept dishwasher was placed on the table.
“And how are you tonight, Joey?” Her arm purposely brushed against his broad shoulder as she handed out the menus.
The question was answered by a bashful chuckle. Joey’s shyness had transitioned into outgoing confidence, and his smile could melt an iceberg.
“And you, Mr. Novak?”
“We’re fine. And you, Roxanne?” With her trashy hair and protruding front teeth, she looked like a rabbit in heat.
“Hey – when are you going to give me a ride on that bike of yours, Joey?” she asked, undeniably flirting.
Roxanne was not particularly attractive, but savvy in her presentation of feminine sexuality. Her sordid past should have provided clues to extensive experience, but Joey mistakenly considered her body language no threat and indulged her forwardness. A single mother of three children all from different fathers, Roxanne was eleven years Joey’s senior. She was on the desperate prowl for a suitable provider, and his vulnerability made her chosen victim an easy prey.
Roxanne knew that Joey was engaged, but soon she would have an opportunity to make her move.