Today, I have the pleasure of interviewing Karen Lopp, fellow Soul Mate Sister and author of Shotgun Bride.
For a history buff, I bet it was hard to select just one historical figure. Can you tell us what you are most proud of about your writing?
Okay, now for the quickie questions: Answer in three words or less. Ready? Go!
Favorite Disney Character:Sebastian
Favorite Fruit: Strawberry
Favorite Hero: Aragorn
Favorite Eye Color: Green
Best Vacation Destination: Hawaii
Food you can’t stand? Blue Cheese
What annoys you? Texting
Coffee, tea, or something else? Both
Nightgown or Jammies? Tee-shirt
Prefer dogs or cats? Dogs
What’s one new thing you’d like to try? Fly an airplane
Let’s learn a bit more about Karen, shall we?
Steeped in a rich family history, Karen Lopp has always been drawn to the courageous lives of the women who lived through the hardships of the past and triumphed. Books and tales of ancestors were staples in her life, and she fell in love with history. Enthralled with the short stories her grandmother wrote and passed down, she took the plunge into the world of writing. And is now hooked.
Can you tell us about Shotgun Bride?
A surprise inheritance brings Kathleen Barnes a host of dangers, an unwanted husband, and a chance to start over. Saddled with a bride he didn’t choose, who has a knack for landing in the middle of trouble, Mike Baca is forced into a private war. Is this a forced marriage doomed to fail, or will this be an opportunity for both to have a shot at a new life together?
A snippet from Shotgun Bride:
When a tousle-headed Mike yanked the door open, words momentarily froze on her lips. She gazed at more flesh than she’d seen on a man since she and her brothers had swam together. She shook herself.
Mike simply crossed his arms and arched his brows. “Well?” Sarcasm mingled with amusement mingled with query in that one word.
“Well, what?”
“I suppose you came calling for some reason.” The emphasis on ‘some’ sent a wave of heat up her cheeks and those stupid tingles peppered her flesh.
She glared up at him. “It’s not what you’re obviously thinking.” She shoved past him as her brain recovered from the sight of a nearly naked Mike.
“Give me your gun.”
“Now hang on.” He rushed over, snatched his gun, and held it behind his back.
“You knocked on my door. Can’t blame me for speculating on why you show up in your nightgown in the middle of the night.”
