by Jeremy T. Ringfield
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Q&A with Jeremy T. Ringfield:
Q: If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?
A: Myself. And then myself again.
Q: If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have
A: I would have that little pudgy dog from the movie John Carter. That thing was nasty business.
Q: How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?
A: I think my writing style in and of itself is different for this genre. I am a thinker, so I wanted my characters to express themselves within a deeper part of their minds. I don’t think I have seen my style of writing in a novel before. A strictly epistolary novel may be the closest to what I have written, in terms of proximity of the characters’ thoughts, but definitely not it.
Q: What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
A: The best advice I have received is to write what I want to write and not what I think I should write. The worst advice I have ever received is that being an author is just a dream and won’t become a reality.
Q: Are the experiences in this book based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
A: There are many events in this novel that were different in my own life. However, Abram’s memories are mine.
This story is about Abram, a hopeless romantic who enrolls into college and begins leaving love notes for the girl, Jec, who works at the front desk of his student apartments. About why they know each other when neither have even met. That's right, she had seen his face only two weeks earlier, when he tossed his book bag in the middle of the street, holding up traffic like a mad homeless man. But what she doesn't know is that just before he came to grab his keys to move in, the handsome albeit strange eyes and the person they belong to had just been released from the county jail.
The jail cell talk without any cameras around to record make his last 51 minutes in the pen with a sketchy bunkmate a do or die conversation that may explain why he became homeless, why he wrote the love letters in the first place, and if both were random at all.
GENRE: New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
It is the guy from the fire pit of whom Bobby was just joking about that is now approaching the front desk where I sit, and my heart rate begins to decrease as I feel the baritone boomp-boomp in my chest getting slower. But I cannot not look away, for he looks as if he got ran over by a train this morning from this closer view and I am not sure what is about to happen next.
I think, have we not already asked what of vanity is so serious? Or is our ultra-modern scientific understanding unresponsive to the inward call of good will? Does it need a new face?
But there is something underneath the wreckage that is dark, and handsome. I’ve got a secret thing for bad boys, and this one looks like just the right amount of danger.
I inhale a deep slow breath of air just before he begins to speak.
“May I ask for the keys of the apartment I am renting please? Here is my check. My name is Abram Wedger and I am two weeks late from my move-in date.”
I let out a long slow breath.
He is gazing directly into my eyes and for a brief moment I felt I knew.
“Of course” I tell him, and then proceed to retrieve the keys to his apartment in the file cabinet. As I turn in my chair, I clumsily knock the pen holder onto the floor, scattering a few pens and pencils. I blush, then kneel to the floor, placing a knee on the ground as I pick up the utensils that are nearer to my front foot. I hastily return the pen holder to the counter trying to save face before walking to the back office and realizing one of my earrings fell out of my ear.
What is wrong with me?
When I return, he is still standing in the exact same spot, facing in the exact same direction, as if stoic in time, space, and emotion. I swiftly pick my earring up off the floor, and place it into my ear lobe.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jeremy lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He grew up in the south Atlanta area, where he eventually earned a football scholarship to Duke University. After experiencing enough life to form his own opinions, he enjoys sharing some with friends, reading, watching fantasy thriller and romance films, listening to music, and jogging when he is not writing. He writes new adult fiction.
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