Monday, April 22, 2013

Try a Little Escape with Heather Thurmeier!

Hiya, readers! It's my pleasure to welcome the fab Heather Thurmeier to the blog today - to answer 5 simple (mostly) questions and share a bit from her latest book! Take it away, Heather!

Kristina: First, and most important question, what do you wear when you're writing?

Heather: This could be a very dangerous questions to ask! Alas, my wardrobe is not at all dangerous. When I’m writing, I’m almost always in a pair of Lululemon yoga pants (best creation ever!), a tank or T-shirt, and a zip-up sweater. I like to be super comfy and layer. ;)

Kristina: Totally get the comfort factor, as we're chatting I'm wearing some well-worn Pink Panther capri sweats...When was the last time you argued with one of your characters? And were you caught by a real person?

Heather: Luckily I work at home while hubs and the kids are at work and school, so no one sees my internal and sometimes vocal communications with my characters. I think they’d probably think I was crazy if they knew I walked around the house talking to myself about character, plot, and timeline issues in my book on a semi-regular basis. They won’t read this interview, right? Right?!

Kristina: Your secrets are safe here. Kind of. :) How do you keep gremlins – like your family – out of your office/writing habitat?

Heather: Well, that’s easy… I don’t have an office! Currently my writing habitat rotates between the couch, dining room table and buffet by the window. So my space consists of my laptop, cup of coffee and snack. Someday I’ll have an actual office. With a door and a desk. Someday…
Kristina: I live for the day when I have an office door I can close, too! Have you ever taken your frustrations with the Real World out on your characters?

Heather: Not intentionally, I don’t think. However, I’m sure my mood does affect the writing in the book in some ways. I can’t think of any time where I’d been having an especially frustrating day and then I took it out on them. Usually my books are an escape. It doesn’t matter what else is going on in real life, I can disappear into the world I’ve created and just live with them for a while. It’s relaxing and very freeing.

 Kristina: If you could be one character from this book, who would it be? And why?

Heather: There are not too many characters to choose from in ESCAPE TO MY ARMS, but regardless, I’d choose Sara. She is spunky, and sassy and strong, yet she still has her weaknesses and faults. And she isn’t afraid to admit when she’s in the wrong or needs help. I like that about her. She’s resourceful and determined and very driven to reach her goals. She goes after what she wants, like Dane… and I love that about her. She doesn’t let fear or circumstance rule her life. Basically, she’s everything I wish I could be if I ever found myself in her situation. Let’s hope I never do because I more or less like the world the way it currently is! Happy prepping and reading!

Kristina: Thanks for being here, Heather! And, readers, you can find Heather online here: Heather Thurmeier
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About Escape to My Arms:

Sara’s been preparing for this moment her whole life—she just never believed it would actually happen. With her bug-out bag and emergency food already in her truck, her only goal is to get to her family’s hidden bunker and wait out the pandemic that’s hit every major cruise ship port in the US. But her plan quickly falls apart. She’s out of gas, her route to the bunker is now a two-lane parking lot with no alternative in sight, and her only weapon is a pocketknife. For an experienced prepper, she’s made every rookie mistake.

Dane believes he’s safe in his cabin, off the beaten path and in the woods with his own source for water, electricity and an endless supply of food to hunt. After finding Sara stranded and alone, he’s suddenly not only providing for and protecting himself, but also the girl who wandered out of the woods and into his life. When looters come looking to take what he has, Sara and Dane’s only option is to make a run for their last hope—the bunker.

Can Sara and Dane find safety in each other’s arms and will they survive long enough to escape to a future together?


Sara sipped her wine and nibbled on another square of chocolate. He was right. Again.
They didn’t know what would happen in the future. Hell, they didn’t even know if there was a future to look forward to at this point. So why shouldn’t they enjoy the moments like this one while they could? Moments when they were safe, warm, fed, and comfortable. They might not get many more nights like this if things kept getting worse, as they seemed to be. Best to savor the time while you had it instead of squandering it away with fights.
At this point, she didn’t even know what future awaited her at the bunker. Would she live with her family for the rest of their lives, never to interact with people from the outside world again? That’s sort of what they wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that why they hadn’t told anyone about the bunker, because they couldn’t trust anyone?
What if this was her last night on her own? It might be her last night to live her life however she wanted to before she had to start making group decisions with her family.
“You’re right.” She polished off the last of her wine in a big gulp. Her head already swirled with the effects of the alcohol. She’d always been a lightweight when it came to getting drunk. Tonight would be no different. Good thing she’d planned to stop at one this evening. She had other plans for the rest of the night.
“Right about what exactly? I said a bunch of stuff.”
She put her wineglass on the floor and took his hand in hers. “You were right about enjoying this moment we have tonight since we don’t know what the future holds, or even if we have a future.”
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” He smiled, squeezing her hand.
“Yes. And then some.”
Sara took the wineglass from his hand and set it down next to hers, then straddled his lap, resting her hands on his chest. She pressed her mouth to his, delighting in the surprise on his face.
She wasn’t a throw-caution-to-the-wind kind of girl, but for once she was going to do just that, since she didn’t know if she’d have wind to be cautious of later on. Tonight, she’d live by her feelings. Tomorrow she’d go back to surviving.

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