One of my favorite people and favorite authors, Julie Lessman has taken the time to share about her latest book with fans and soon to be fans alike. Warning- if you haven’t read any of her Daughters of Boston books yet – start at the beginning with Faith’s story. I’ve reviewed the first two and will be posting a review of A Passion Denied very soon.
For those not familiar with Julie or her books yet here’s a brief intro to the author and her most recent book then on to the interview for everyone’s benefit.
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About the Author:
Julie Lessman is a new author who has garnered much writing acclaim, including ten Romance Writers of America awards. She resides in Missouri with her husband and their golden retriever, and has two grown children and a daughter-in-law. She is the author of The Daughters of Boston series, which includes A Passion Most Pure, A Passion Redeemed, and A Passion Denied. Visit Julie at her website sign up for her newsletter by clicking the picture to the right.
About the Book:
Book 3, A Passion Denied, is the story of Faith and Charityâ€™s little sister, Lizzie, a shy bookworm who dreams of a fairy-tale romance. It unfolds a manâ€™s dark past and a young girlâ€™s shattered dreams â€¦ and the God who redeems it all.
Elizabeth Oâ€™Connor is the little sister John always longed for. With a fire for God in his belly, he has been her spiritual mentor since she was thirteen, sharing her love of literature and her thirst for God. But when his gangly protÃ©gÃ© blossoms into a beautiful young woman bent on loving him, he refuses to act on the attraction he feels. His past wonâ€™t let him go there. Unfortunately, â€œLizzieâ€ wonâ€™t let him go anywhere else â€¦ until his dark and shocking secrets push her away.
And Now my questions to Julie:
Gosh, Melissa, I wish I could say I was that deep, but I pretty much just sit down and write. With book 1, A Passion Most Pure, I literally let the story take me where it wanted to goâ€”I had no synopsis, no plan, no outline. The only thing I did have was 150 pages of the novel I wrote at the age of twelve after I read Gone With the Wind. So I followed that as far as the characters, the locations and the love triangle, but otherwise, the story just poured out on its own, and I really didnâ€™t know where it was going until it took me there. I donâ€™t believe in â€œchanneling,â€ but thatâ€™s the closest thing I can liken it to, although Iâ€™ve never done it since I believe channeling is of the occult. Sometimes I would start a scene with a certain direction in mind, and then BOOM â€¦ the characters would take me somewhere else that surprised even me.
As far as Book 2, A Passion Redeemed and book 3, A Passion Denied, the first thing that came to me for both of them was the final scene, which is a little weird, I guess. I literally wrote those scenes first, then started the books. A Passion Redeemed literally flew out of meâ€”I wrote it in two months, working part-time at my day job, but A Passion Denied was more of a struggle, taking longer than eight months. I hit the wall on this book because 1.) I was reading another author whose incredible talent made me feel like I wanted to puke on my keyboard whenever I read my own writing. And 2.) Because I was attempting not only to tell a very complicated and dark love story about the third daughter, but I was also weaving in second-tier stories about the parents and each of the other sisters.
And is it difficult to write all the heart wrenching struggles leading to those endings? Sometimes, but mostly not because writing romance for God is one of the best things that has ever happened to me and it is sheer pleasure, not work.
2. Were any of the new characters in A Passion Denied surprises to you when they first appeared in the story as you were writing or did any of the recurring characters from A Passion Most Pure and A Passion Redeemed surprise you in some way in this book, if so how?
Oh, great question!! And, YES, I was really surprised by both Cluny McGee and Father Mac. I had NO idea Cluny McGee was going to play such a main role in this book, which is shocking since he ends up being the love interest for Katie Oâ€™Connor in book 4 (or book 1 of the next series). That just shows you what a bona-fide seat-of-the-pants writer I am rather than a plotter. But I LOVE Cluny McGee and thought both he and Father Mac added a lot of depth to the story as far as I was concerned.
I added Cluny just to show Bradyâ€™s kindness to kids, but the kid dazzled me (like he dazzles Katie in the next book), so I just had to take him through the story. As far as Father Mac, originally Bradyâ€™s â€œsecretsâ€ were a LOT darker, but Revell made me change them because they said the plot was too dark for an Inspirational Romance. In hindsight, they were right, but it was Bradyâ€™s original dark past that made me create Father Mac in the first place, because I knew I needed an authentic authority figure to counsel Brady for such a serious problem as he originally had.
As far as original characters surprising me? I would have to say that would be Brady. John Morrison Brady ended up being a far more complex character than I dreamed he would be. I have to admit, he was my least favorite of the heroes going into this story (because he was NOT a bad boy like Collin or Mitch, and I tend to like bad boys â€¦ have you noticed??). I saw him as a Billy Graham-type hero, good to the core, so I knew I had to give him a past that was bad to the core as well, to give him depth and dimension that would shock everyone in the book, including the reader. But he ended up shocking me as wellâ€”weathering the pain of his past with an amazing strength and dependence on God and a true humility that he always failed to see. He is the deepest of these three heroes in the series, and a stabilizing force in each of the books.
3. Iâ€™d have to say Lizzie is my favorite of the Oâ€™Connor girls perhaps because she reminds me of myself quite a lot minus the sisters. For those out there who are only children or have only brothers and havenâ€™t read The Daughters of Boston series yet can you give us a taste of what life in a family similar to the Oâ€™Connor clan is like with a short vignette?
Grin. Yeah, youâ€™d pretty much be at my house when I was growing up, except without all the closeness of the Oâ€™Connors. I was #12 in a family of 13 (three boys and ten girls â€¦ talk about PMS gone wild!), so imagine 15 people at a Last Supper-style Formica table with long red vinyl benches on either side. Like a school of sharks waiting for meat to hit the water. If you didnâ€™t grab for the grub, chances are there wouldnâ€™t be anything left. Can you say â€œplague of locustsâ€? To this day, buffets put a twitch in my eye because I feel like the food will run out.
But one of my fondest memories, though, is when my older sisters would go to prom. We had a long, almost spiral staircase that each of my sisters would float down in their shimmering formals as tuxedo-clad boys waited in the foyer, corsages in hand. I had so many sisters, that we could have held the prom at our house, seriously! But as a little girl who watched with wide eyes, prom was always a magical moment for me, ever the romantic at heart!
4. Can you share about a favorite character or two and what draws you to them â€“ one of your own or someone elseâ€™s?
Boy, I know this is going to freak a lot of readers out, but the character who draws me the most is Charity Oâ€™Connor. I think the reason is because she is SO much like I used to be (without the beauty) as a young girl and woman before Christ. I love Faith Oâ€™Connor, but in all honesty, she is more like the woman I am todayâ€”heavily dependant on God, emotionally involved with Him and a person who prays at the drop of a hat, so I almost feel one with her. But Charityâ€”goodness, my heart goes out to her and the woman I used to beâ€”selfish, manipulative, lost. I think thatâ€™s why she fascinates me so much, because I look at her (and women like her) in the same way I suspect God looked at me back thenâ€”with eyes full of love and hope that we all can become new creatures in Christ Jesus. And quite frankly, I think she is just downright funny and quirky and such a hoot that she makes me laugh. Mind you, many of the things she did/does are thing I did as a young woman who didnâ€™t know God, so Charity comes by all her quirkiness quite naturally, Iâ€™m afraid.
5. Does Katieâ€™s story coming next year have a title, does the new series have a title and can you give us a teaser for that book?
Well, I originally wanted to call the new series, The Oâ€™Connors of Boston (since two of the stories will be about the Oâ€™Connor brothers, Sean and Steven), but my publisher doesnâ€™t want any reference to Boston or the Oâ€™Connors due to marketing strategies. They feel a new series really has to be presented as a â€œnewâ€ series, even though in my mind it is a continuation of the Oâ€™Connor saga, which they had no problem with me writing. That said, I have not come up with a series title yet, but it will probably be something tied to perseverance or hope due to the time era of The Roaring 20s/Great Depression.
The original title for book 1 of the series (Katieâ€™s story) is Refuge From the Storm from Isaiah 32:1-3, which talks about streams of water in a â€œthirsty land.â€ But this is just a working title right now and not really one I like.
As far as â€œteaser,â€ there is a short excerpt in the back of A Passion Denied, which those who have the book can read, but I would like to give you an excerpt now that details the first love scene in the book between Katie and Cluny McGee, in the office of the Boston Childrenâ€™s Aid Society. Here we go:
â€œKatie, are you okay?â€ He loosened his tie and stared, concern creasing his brow as he watched her, her body slumped at the window with a hand to her eyes. She didnâ€™t move, and the tightness in his gut increased. He approached quietly, afraid he would startle her. â€œKatie?â€
â€œOh!â€ She whirled around, staggering against the sill with a hand to her chest.
He clutched her arm to steady her, and the color drained from her cheeks. Softening his hold, he absently grazed her skin with his thumb, then ducked his head and smiled, eyes tender as he studied her. â€œSorry, I didnâ€™t mean to frighten you. Are you all right?â€
She nodded stiffly, her gaze glued to the massive hand on her arm.
Worry wrinkled the bridge of his nose and he braced both palms on her shoulders, convinced something was wrong. Her face was white and her breathing labored, and he could swear he felt a hint of a tremble. â€œNo, I can feel it. Somethingâ€™s bothering you.â€ He pressed his hand to her forehead. â€œAre you sick?â€
She jerked back from his hold and butted up against the window, arms crossed and hugging her waist. â€œNo!â€ she said too quickly to suit him, clearly avoiding his eyes. â€œI mean maybe a little dizzy, but nothing serious. I just need to go home â€¦â€
He shifted, suddenly concerned it had to do with him. He plunged his hands in his pockets and softened his tone. â€œKatie â€¦ is it me? Did I say or do something to upset you?â€
She shook her head, gaze bonded to the floor. â€œNo, please, I just need toâ€”â€
He nudged her chin up with his thumb, and her lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. And then he saw it. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft rose in her cheeks, the skittish look in her eyes, flitting to his lips and then quickly away. Comprehension suddenly oozed through him like heated honey purling through his veins, quickening his pulse. Could it be? Was it possible that cold, callous Katie Oâ€™Connor was beginning to warm up? To him, of all peopleâ€”Cluny McGee, the leper from her past? The thought sent warm ripples of shock through his body, thinning the air in his lungs. His gaze gentled, taking in the vulnerability in her eyes, the fear in her face, and all he wanted to do was hold her, reassure her.
As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to her lips, parted and full, and the sound of her shallow breathing filled him with a fierce longing. â€œOh, Katie,â€ he whispered, no power over the pull he was suddenly feeling. In slow motion, he bent toward her, closing his eyes to caress her mouth with his own. A weak gasp escaped her as she stiffened, but he couldnâ€™t relent. The taste of her lips was far more than he bargained for, and he drew her close with a raspy groan. With a fierce hold, he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, gently, possessive in his touch. His fingers twined in her hair, desperate to explore.
And then all at once, beyond his comprehension, her body melded to his with an answering groan, and he was shocked when her mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him, searing his body and then his conscience. With a heated shudder, he gripped her arms and pushed her back, his breathing ragged as he held her at bay. â€œWe canâ€™t do this,â€ he whispered. He dropped his hold and exhaled, gouging shaky fingers through disheveled hair. His gaze returned, capturing hers and riddled with regret. â€œBelieve me, Katie, as much as I want to, Iâ€™ve learned the hard way to take things slow. I should have never started this, and Iâ€™m sorry. Will you forgive me?â€
Forgive him? She stared at him through glazed eyes, her pulse still pumping in her veins at a ridiculous rate. She never wanted this, couldnâ€™t stand the sight of him, and now here she was, tingling from his touch and desperate for more. Addicted to the â€œKing of misery.â€ The very thought inflamed both fury and desire at the same time, muddling her mind. Dear Lord, she was torn between welding her lips to his or slapping him silly. With a tight press of her mouth, she opted for the second and smacked him clean across the face.
His jaw dropped a full inch, complemented nicely by a slash of red across his cheek.
Her chest was heaving, but at least it wasnâ€™t from his touch. She narrowed her eyes and clutched her fists at her side, not all that sure she wouldnâ€™t slap him again. â€œSo help me, if you ever touch me again, you will be the sorriest person alive.â€
He slowly rubbed his cheek with the side of his hand, exercising his jaw as if to make sure it still worked. His eyes glinted like blue glass, sharp and deadly. Even so, the swaggering smile of old eased across his face. He bent forward, his tall frame looming over her like a bad omen, and his voice held that cocky drawl so reminiscent of his past. â€œWhatâ€™s the matter, Katie Rose,â€ he whispered, â€œdoes my â€˜touchâ€™ â€¦ make you nervous?â€
The heat in her cheeks went straight to her temper. She iced him with a cool gaze. â€œNervous? Around you? Hardly. You can dress up in a suit all you like, Cluny McGee, but to me youâ€™ll always be the same cocky riff-raffâ€”a street brat with a twang in your voice and grime on your face.â€
She knew her words hit their mark when a red blotch crawled up the back of his neck like a rash gone awry. A nerve pulsed in his temple, but his smile never wavered despite the steel edge of his jaw. One blond brow jagged high in challenge. â€œIs that a fact? Well then, how about a little experiment, Katie Rose? Kind of like the experiment we had when you were eleven and I bet you couldnâ€™t be nice?â€ He leaned close, his voice as hard as his eyes. â€œWhat dâ€™ya bet I can make you nervous now?â€
She shoved him out of the way. â€œIâ€™m going home.â€
â€œNot yet,â€ he whispered and pressed her to the wall with an iron grip. His voice, like the dominance of his size, was a force to be reckoned with. â€œYou always packed a wallop for a little girl, Katydid, but this time you picked the wrong street brat. You can turn your nose up at me all you want, but we both know that slap wasnâ€™t so much about an innocent kiss â€¦â€ He bent close, his eyes on fire and his breath hot against her lips. â€œAs how it made you feel.â€
His words seemed to vibrate through her, low and thick in the air. She shuddered, and the force of his savage hold trapped all protest in her throat.
â€œTo you Iâ€™ll always be riff-raff, something vulgar and crude. Well, welcome to my world, Miss Oâ€™Connor. And, please, let me show you how we do it on the â€˜streets.â€™ Because if Iâ€™m going to take a beating, you can bet your bottom dollar on two things for sure. Oneâ€”Iâ€™m going to get my moneyâ€™s worth.â€ A dangerous smile surfaced as his gaze focused on her lips. â€œAnd two â€¦â€ His mouth hovered just above hers while his voice trailed to a whisper. â€œIâ€™m gonna make you real nervous in the process.â€
In a catch of her breath, he took her mouth by force, his late-day beard rough against her skin. A faint moan escaped her lips and all resistance fled, burned away by the heat of his touch, leaving her weak and wanting. His mouth roamed at will, no longer gentle as he devoured her, ravenous against the smooth curve of her throat, the soft flesh of her ear. With a guttural groan, he jerked her close with powerful arms, consuming her mouth with a kiss surely driven by the sheer will to ravage.
And then in a frantic beat of her heart, he shoved her away. She gasped, numb as she thudded against the wall. His chest was heaving and his eyes were hard, focused on her with cool disregard. â€œThere. Now that makes two of the sorriest people alive.â€ He grabbed her purse from the floor and threw it on her desk, then rubbed his mouth with the side of his hand. â€œYou better run home, Katie Rose. God knows the riff-raff that roam the street this time of night.â€
He turned and walked into his office, slamming the door hard.
She stared, her body still quivering from his rage. Closing her eyes, she sagged against the wall, too stunned to move and too shaken to care. She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, her lips swollen from the taste of him. She was doomed, she realized, and the thought shivered through her like a cold chill. She wanted a man she didnâ€™t really want, and the very notion weakened her at the knees. He had called her one of the sorriest people alive. She grappled for her purse and put a hand to her eyes.
And God help her, she was.
Wow what a treat, a nice long teaser from the next book. Thanks Julie for taking the time to share with us and for such a big bite of what we can expect next.