#AuthorSpotlight: Margo Hornstra

Hey, readers! I'm putting the spotlight on Margo Hoornstra and her new contemporary romance Only If You Dare! Margo is going to share a fab excerpt right after she tells us about dares!

Finally, Some Words of My Own
I spent many years working public relations. Though there was a lot of writing involved in the job, which I loved (the writing, not the job) everything I penned was for someone else. I would write scripts for an announcer to read on air, profiles of people so others could learn about their credentials, speeches for those who had a message to share, but werenā€™t quite sure how to explain it.

My all-time favorite, spinning a story or occurrence so that our side, no matter what, looked good. Not really my favorite, but that is public relations by definition. The professional maintenance of a favorable public image by a company or other organization or a famous person.


I guess you could say that was good training for writing fiction. 

About Only If You Dare:


All the pleasures and none of the pain, thatā€™s what Cynthia Buckingham wants in a relationship these days. A one-night stand with Jonah Colt seems to fit that bill perfectly. Newly divorced, sheā€™s too busy planning her daughterā€™s wedding for any serious involvement. Besides, her true passion is helping victims of PTSD reclaim their lives.
Waking up after spending the night with a woman he barely knows, Jonah is stunned to realize sex for the sake of sex isnā€™t enough for him anymore. A veteran of more military battles than he cares to count, he wants to forget it all and focus on peaceful civilian life. Except flashbacks wonā€™t allow it.
Falling for Cynthia makes Jonah regret his weakened state, but heā€™d rather hide the truth than face it. When she sets aside everything she believes in to help him heal, can he accept her helpā€“and her love?

Excerpt:


ā€œJonah. I was wrong, and Iā€™m so very sorry.ā€
His hand froze on the gear shift. ā€œAbout picking up your car? I can just give you a ride home then.ā€
He obviously wasnā€™t going to make this easy for her, but who could blame him?
ā€œYou know, I always tell my patients they need to focus on reality, to believe in what is, and go from there.ā€
ā€œI understand you care about your patients. Iā€™m not one of them.ā€
What did he think? That she was creating notes for one of her counseling session? ā€œI was wrong aboutā€”I should have admitted to myself how much you mean to me and let you know, too.ā€
ā€œIt might have been nice.ā€ He didnā€™t respond with anything more, just put the car in gear and pulled away from the hospital.
The litany of confessions had already formed in her mind and, when she couldnā€™t contain them any longer, began to gush out. ā€œI tried to pretend what we had togetherā€”ā€ She paused when her voice cracked. ā€œā€”wasnā€™t incredibly special. I wanted to believe I could enjoy a physical relationship and dismiss my emotions.ā€ Her voice lowered. ā€œAs irrelevant.ā€ She laid her hand on his arm, and a bicep muscle twitched then tensed. ā€œAnd that was my biggest mistake of all.ā€
ā€œYou were only doing what was working for you, I suppose.ā€
Squaring up in her seat, she concentrated on the scenery passing by outside. Heā€™d said very little as she went on and on. Because she hadnā€™t given him a chance to speak? Or because there was nothing he cared to share with her? Either way, she had to go for broke.
ā€œI love you, Jonah.ā€
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All About Margo:


Like many writers, itā€™s hard to determine exactly when my fiction writing career began. I remember composing a short story in grade school (I have no idea about what) which was chosen for publication in an all school anthology. A journalism class taken in junior high school led to a job on the school newspaper and a weekly column.
I always loved reading. I loved writing too. Someday, I thought, maybe when I grew up and received the right training, I could actually write a book. After all, I was often told, laughingly most times, I had an extremely vivid imagination.
Through the years, the desire to write was always there. I had so many ideas and characters roaming around in my head, so many stories. But the business of livingā€”going to college, getting married then raising a familyā€”took precedence over something as frivolous as writing a book.
Then one day out of the blue I was downsizedā€”effective immediatelyā€”from a job Iā€™d held for over thirty years. What seemed so unfair at the time, I now recognize the tremendous gift I was given that day. As Iā€™m now able to spend more and more time doing what I loveā€”writing romantic fictionā€”I find I really do have an abundance of stories to share.
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  1. Thanks for having me here today. Beautiful place.

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  2. thanks for visiting, Margo! :) I enjoyed your post.

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