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Author Interview–Lee Carver

Today I’m interviewing a writer from Prism Book Group, Lee Carver, about how she’s applied her real-life experiences to her latest release. A copy of her highlighted title will be given away to one lucky commenter.

What is your background for writing about the Brazilian Amazon?

I’ve led a much more exciting life than any girl from small-town Alabama could ever hope for. After living and rearing our children in Greece, Saudi Arabia, Argentina, Indonesia, Brazil, and Spain, my husband and I felt a strong and persistent call to missions in the Amazon. He took early retirement from international banking and became a missionary pilot over the jungles of Brazil. He had been a Navy pilot before the business career and longed to fly again in retirement. The Lord put that yearning to good use for His kingdom’s work. Those six and a half years were the best and the hardest of our lives. (Read the story in Flying for Jesus, a not-for-profit book on Amazon.)

That explains your logline.

“Fiction without Borders” describes most of the stories I write. A Secret Life, my first traditionally-published novel, is a World War II story based largely in Germany. Only three months later, in December of last year, came this contemporary Brazilian novel, Love Takes Flight. The next novel will be different, though. We’re living in Texas now, and I’ve just completed the draft of a contemporary novel set in a town west of Fort Worth. The important thing is that I have lived in the settings I write about. My jungle scenes don’t come from Tarzan re-runs.

Do you start a new story with the plot, characters, or setting first?

Probably the characters in the setting, but the first words wait for an inciting action. Plot is much more important to the story than miles of internal monologue.

Then do you plot the story first, maybe even outline it?

I haven’t the patience. The rough outline is there, the shape of the story looms in my mind for weeks, and I know how it will end. But I get to a point where I have to start writing. If I plotted every detail—or heaven forbid, outlined it—only the hard work of getting it on the page would be left. No, I discover the story as I write it.

So you’re more of a pantser than a plotter?

Look, I have difficulty categorizing myself. There’s all this talk about left-brained and right-brained people. I majored in biology and chemistry but minored in French and eventually studied nine languages. I taught high school sciences, which I loved doing, but also had a pottery business in Arizona, Atlanta, and Argentina. I cook from scratch (largely to avoid allergens), sew, crochet with the Prayer Shawl Ministry, serve as a Stephen Minister, sing in the choir and play piano. My mother drilled into me that “if you don’t use a talent, you lose it.” I may have developed some talents along the way that I didn’t even have.

What was your purpose in writing Love Takes Flight, and what do you hope the readers take from it?

I wanted to tell what the missionary life is really like, and give an inside view of who modern missionaries are. Along with that is the theme of how to recognize a call from God and take the courage and faith to grasp that life and relationship. Whether at home or abroad, it’s the most amazing, dynamic experience possible.

What would you do differently if you were writing Love Takes Flight today?

I would search for a title which didn’t make it sound like just a romance. It’s so much more than that, but I like having a strong romance to carry the premise. It’s a fun and exciting story, replete with real-world Brazilian life.

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Volunteering in the Amazon to escape a broken heart, American R.N. Camille Ringold fears she has lost the chance to be married to a doctor and live well in suburbia. Serving two weeks with missionaries living out a sacred calling, she considers whether a more meaningful life might be hers.

When the Wings of Help plane is hijacked, she and missionary pilot Luke Strong escape into the jungle. Aided by a river village, they recover the plane, but she may be fired for returning to the U.S. late. Two weeks become four when she chooses to care for Luke through his malaria. Priorities change as experiences of faith mount. Where is the intersection of God’s will and her selfish desires?

Returning to Alabama, she discovers the controlling side of her rejected sweetheart. He covers his lies with rationalizations. Dangers of the Amazon fade compared to threats from the man she once wanted to marry.



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Luke pulled off his earphones and yelled above the engine’s roar. “Camille, get ready to scramble. Squeeze out behind my seat. Now.”

“What’s happening?” Her voice trembled in a high pitch as she released her seatbelt.

“A hijacking.” He shouted as calmly as possible, considering the gun directed toward his chest. “The nice man is going to let us out here. Get away from the plane and run for the woods without looking back.”

Luke had the barest few seconds in the cockpit while the criminals focused on Camille. He cut the engine and pushed the door wide.

“What? Hey!” Aderson shouted his protest. “I told you to keep it running.”

“Oh. Sorry. Force of habit. No problem. You know how to fly it, right? Just energize the starter and give it fuel at sixteen percent.”

Exiting to the top step, he reached in and pulled on Camille’s upper arm as she bent around his seat. “Get out fast.” He let go and sprang onto the float, his heart in his throat because she wasn’t moving fast enough.

Camille squeezed past the seat and onto the first rung, duffle in hand.

He pointed at her bag. “Leave it.”

“But I just got it ba—”

“Leave it, Camille. It isn’t worth dying for.” He expected her to argue, remembering how stubbornly she had stayed in the village during the first mission trip. His bark must have communicated the sense of emergency. She dropped the bag inside the plane and scrambled down to the float.

“Jump, Camille.” They splashed into the water, and she thrashed two meters to shore. With her relatively safe, Luke pushed with all his strength on the float, shoving the beloved Cessna back into the river flow.

The hijacker yelled. “It’s not starting. What did you do?”

Luke faced the enemy with all the bravado he could muster. “Give it about ninety seconds, and try again. You were right. I shouldn’t have cut the engine. It was running a little hot.” Not exactly a lie. Of course the engine was hot. Lord, please get us out of here.

Snippet from a missionary still serving in the Amazon:  “Throughout the pages of this book, you can see, hear, feel and even taste the Amazon region of Brazil, so exquisitely described in all of its detail! The author captures the hearts of the people who live on and around the many rivers in the Amazon region. It reminded me again of all the things we love about the Brazilian people of the Amazon.” Rachel M. Joy, Missionary with Asas de Socorro, Brazil

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Guest Release–End of Lonely Street by Alicia Dean

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Can she let go of the past, before it destroys her future?

All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.

Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her mother.

What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?


Chapter One

Mapleton, Tennessee, November, 1957

Toby Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the diner, except for Elvis Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the only one for him…no matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole life loving her…

Rough hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy. She caught a whiff of hair tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes open. Wes Markham’s hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful, crooked smile and smoldering blue eyes.

“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low. If her boss, Mr. Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d explode. He’d barely let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in Mapleton knew the Lawson women were trouble.

Toby gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her hold on the utensils she held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”

She shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.

He pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier than you are. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about you cut the pretense and we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a few minutes.”

Her cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the customers were watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in the place could hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they didn’t all know, though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a secret.

Toby clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear, you’ll be pulling this steak knife out of your eyeball.”

He held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her and stepped back. “I was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do with my time than waste it on a used up chick like you.”

Muffled laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl into a hole.

“How about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”

Toby whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind her, looking handsome and sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair in the military buzz cut. Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin. She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was back, but hadn’t seen him until now. And what a time to have a reunion.

*** 10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties for End of Lonely Street will go to The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation http://www.graceland.com/epcf/ ***




Alicia Dean

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

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