Author Q&A: The Lily Garden by Barbara Joselsohn @BarbaraJoss @chicklitcentral @bookouture #booksontour

About the Book:

Caroline remembered how her mother would head to the garden as the first signs of spring approached, rolling up her sleeves and planting wildflowers as the sun set. But there was a lot she didn’t know about her mother, and the family secrets hidden in her hometown that would change everything…

When Caroline left Lake Summers thirty years ago, she thought she’d never go back to the place where she lost her parents. But when she finds out that the town’s lily garden lovingly built by her mother is going to be destroyed, she knows she must return from Chicago to save it.
Welcomed by the warm smile of her mother’s best friend Maxine, and piles of pancakes at her cozy little restaurant in town, Caroline and her daughter Lee immediately begin their campaign to save the garden. And Caroline soon learns that she isn’t the only person invested in their plan: handsome historian Aaron is new to town but he sees how special the garden is too. As Caroline gets to know him, strolling along the sparkling lakeshore, she can’t imagine anywhere else she’d rather be.

But then Caroline learns a terrible secret about the day her mother died. If she continues fighting to save the garden, she may uncover more painful truths that will affect her whole family. But if she leaves now, she will have to give up a future with Aaron, and the beautiful town that has always been in her heart…

An utterly uplifting and heart-warming story about forgiveness and family. Perfect for fans of Carolyn Brown, Debbie Macomber and Mary Alice Monroe.

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About the Author:

Barbara Josselsohn is an award-winning writer who loves crafting stories about strong protagonists facing a fork in the road. Her novels include The Bluebell Girls, The Lilac House, The Last Dreamer, and her newest release, The Lily Garden. She has published hundreds of articles about family, home and relationships in national and regional publications, and also teaches novel writing at the Writing Institute at Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York. She lives just north of New York City and enjoys escaping to the beach or the mountains whenever she can. Other than writing, her biggest passion is her family: her husband, her three kids, and her indefatigable shih-poo! Visit her online at, @Barbara_Josselsohn_Author (Instagram), @BarbaraJoss (twitter) or


  1. Where did the inspiration for the book come from?

The central relationship in THE LILY GARDEN is between a mother and her seventeen-year-old daughter as they embark on a college road trip, which quickly becomes an even more consequential journey for both of them. So the main inspiration came from my own relationships with my two daughters. I’ve found it really hard sometimes to see my daughters growing up. I love that they’re becoming independent adults, but I also miss having them as babies! Those months before a daughter moves out on her own are so intense and emotional. I wanted to explore how a mom and daughter can struggle to rework their relationship — and come out smiling on the other side! So that was the original seed for the book. As I began to let the story unfold, however, the book became about so much more. It became about family — the one your born into and the one or ones you choose to create at various times of your life.

  1. Do you have any tips for how I can hook people from the beginning in my own books?

For me, books start with a character and a deep “want” — something a character yearns for with her whole heart. Wanting to be heard, wanting to be acknowledged, wanting to be accepted, wanting to be loved — these are universal, and very relatable. These “wants” motivate us to take action — sometimes productive and sometimes not so helpful. Give me a unique character, a strong want, and a plan that may or may not work, and you’ll have me hooked from page one!

  1. How can I create a beautiful and visual setting (like a garden) for a book?

I take lots of pictures when I’m researching a book. For example, I live twenty minutes away from the extraordinary New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx, and I go there all the time and take pictures of plants and flower that move me, that sing out to me, that connect with me. I print these out and put them on a bulletin board in my office, and then I begin to find the words to describe them, and to convey how they make me feel. I also use scented candles, music playlists, and scented lotions to help me get deep inside my imagination. Smells and sounds can be so evocative when you’re trying to create a setting and a mood!

  1. Which was the hardest part of writing this? And the easiest? Why?

In the book, my main character – Caroline – is trying to save her hometown from destroying the lily garden that her mother created and cared for many years earlier. She faces a lot of roadblocks and resistance, and for me, those were the hardest scenes to write. I was so invested in Caroline’s quest, so it was hard for me to see her struggling. These easiest scenes to write were the romantic scenes between Caroline and Aaron, the handsome college professor she befriends. It makes me smile, to put myself into the shoes of a character who’s falling in love. I sometimes write with my writing group on Zoom, with the camera on while I’m working on a scene. My critique partners tell me that they always know when I’m writing a love scene, because I look so happy!

  1. How can I make my writing emotional and people love the characters?

People love characters who are real to them. So don’t be afraid to make your characters flawed, to have them misbehave sometimes or act out of jealousy or fear. The more human they are, and the more they struggle to do the right thing or to prevail against enormous odds, the more we will become emotionally invested in their story.

  1. What do you love to do when not writing?

I love to spend time with my family doing fun things — going to the beach, hiking, eating out at fun restaurants. I also love New York City, which is about a half-hour drive from where I live. I’m so happy to see the city opening up again. I cannot wait for Broadway shows to come back — and it looks like they will in just a few weeks!

  1. What is the best thing about being an author?

The best thing is that I get to make up stories! I truly think that’s the most fun thing in the world to do. I love inventing characters and putting them in different locations, with different challenges and experiences and memories. I also have to say that I love speaking to readers. There’s no better feeling than hearing that a story you wrote touched someone’s life or expressed something they always felt but didn’t know how to articulate.

  1. What is your favourite scene in the book? Why?

My favorite scene is the evening Caroline takes Aaron to the lily garden for the first time. She brings him up to the little footbridge in the middle of the garden, and it’s there, with the moon above reflecting in the inlet below, that she begins to tell him about her memories of the garden and her mother, who died so young. I just love that moment when a character realizes she’s found someone she can trust, someone she can open up to, someone who wants to hear everything she wants to say. I love the tingle Caroline feels when she thinks about kissing him!

Author Q&A: While Nobody is Watching by Michelle Dunne @MichelleDunneAuthor @rararesources

About the Book:

A semi-inflated football and a curious little girl.
They called it peacekeeping. For Corporal Lindsey Ryan it was anything but.
It’s been three years since that bright day in the Golan Heights and the explosion which killed two and changed the survivors forever.
Now Lindsey deals with the many problems of the city’s troubled youth, to distract her from her own. But as damp days turn to night the kids return home, or somewhere like it, and she returns to her own private war. One that exists solely for her.
Certain that she’s being watched and certain that she’s losing her mind, Lindsey battles with the demons of post traumatic stress, while a very real threat edges ever closer until she finds herself face to face with someone who wants nothing more than to finally help her to die.
And it’s the last person she ever could have seen coming.
Blue helmets and blurred lines – While Nobody is Watching delves into the dark world of PTSD and a battle scarred soldier struggling to find a place in her new world.

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About the Author:

Michelle Dunne wore a Blue Helmet in South Lebanon with B Company the Irish army and the UN, probably in that order.
She now lives in Cobh with her husband, daughter and a cast of characters waiting to be written about.
Michelle was one of those sporty types growing up, all bony elbows and knees, and as she lived on an island, it stood to reason she’d spend her first couple of decades taking in the salty, seaweedy air at the local rowing club (not the serene looking, posh rowing, but the other kind, undertaken by hardy fishermen).
This was where she learned just about everything she ever needed to know about anything. They brought home the County’s, All-Ireland’s were won, but the banter on the bus was always the real prize. From there it made sense that she’d leave town and join another club/asylum and found herself wearing a blue helmet somewhere in South Lebanon.
She’d become attached to the UN, but more importantly, to B-Company, the boldest, brightest, bravest the Irish army had to offer. She called them lots of other names too, but only to their faces. As tracer rounds lit up the sky above her and artillery rained down, she learned the words of every patriotic Irish song ever written and how to smile, laugh, and joke about things that would otherwise have you curled in a ball, rocking back and forth in the corner of the room.
Once her eyes had been opened and she returned to Irish soil, Michelle was promoted and following a spell back at college, is now a part of a company providing physiotherapy and staff training in nursing homes and hospitals all over Munster. A slower pace, but still an unruly bunch when they want to be. She’s back living on the island of Cobh with her husband Dominic and their daughter Emily and the hundreds of colourful characters waiting to make their way onto a piece of paper.
While Nobody is Watching is Michelle’s third book, which draws from her military experiences and the types of relationships that form within its ranks.

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Here’s my Q&A for While Nobody is Watching by Michelle Dunne.

Where did the inspiration for the book come from?

Once I got going with While Nobody Is Watching, it was partly inspired by my time in the defence forces and with the UN Peacekeeping forces, but it got started thanks to a YouTube clip about service dogs! Following a short interview with a US army veteran about his gorgeous dog, I had 2 fully formed characters in my mind; Lindsey Ryan (an Irish army and UN Peacekeeping veteran) and her service dog Frank. The rest of the story was built around them.

I have never written a psychological thriller before.

Do you have any tips for how I can get started?

For me, it’s always been important to start with at least one really strong character and go from there. As for writing thrillers, inspiration can come from anywhere – the news, world events or even something that you see or hear by chance can inspire a great story. Think of a general theme – for me in this case it was PTSD which in itself can be terrifying, and build on that.

How can I build (and keep) suspense in a thriller?

Think of some really good thrillers that you’ve read and think about what kept you glued to the pages. I like when you get an early glimpse of something dramatic/terrifying and then have to wait to see how the characters actually get to that point.

Which was the hardest part of writing this? And the easiest? Why?

I actually found this story quite easy to write. I have some shared history with my main character and I just felt very connected to her. This is always the case with me. I always put something very relatable into my main characters so that the chapters land on paper very quickly once I get going. The hardest part for me is always the editing phase. I’m very critical of myself and so this can be a long and tedious process for me.

How can I create great characters in a thriller?

The characters are the most important part for me – you need to love them and be able to really relate to them and so do your readers. Every single character in your book needs to be well rounded, so that your readers can see them as actual people and not just random names dropped into the story. Give equal consideration to those even with the smallest part to play in your story. With your main characters, let the reader see their strengths, weaknesses, vulnerabilities, flaws – let them get to know your characters like a friend would.

Tips for an amazing twist?

Hmmm, that’s a tricky one. When writing While Nobody Is Watching, I knew I wanted an ending that the reader wouldn’t see coming, but I wasn’t actually sure “whodunit” myself until about half way through. But the twist has to make sense. You want your reader to be shocked, but actually when they think back on the rest of the story, they can see how/why it could have gone that way.

What is the best thing about being an author?

I don’t put too much planning into my first draft, so as I’m writing, I’m not quite sure what’s going to happen next until it actually happens! So for me, it’s like reading a book that I love for the first time or watching a movie unfold in my mind. I find this really exciting and I get a thrill from knowing that I’m creating something that will hopefully bring a hint of that excitement to other people. That and of course getting to hold a physical copy of that thing that you’ve created. Seeing it for the first time is amazing.

What is your favourite scene in the book? Why?

I think maybe the scene where Lindsey is considering ending her life. She’s sitting on the docks contemplating the high tide and the heroin in her hand. Then along comes Kathleen – the fifty-something prostitute with her too-small clothes and broken shoes and she talks Lindsey back from the edge. I love Kathleen as a character and her ability to get Lindsey to open up in a way that’s completely alien to both of them. It’s an intense scene but there’s so much humanity there.

Thanks Michelle

An Invite to Quercus Book Club #QuercusBookClub #InFiveYears @RebeccaASerle

Today I got an email from Quercus Books announcing their new Book Club. 

Their pick this month is In Five Years by Rebecca Serle.
See HERE for a book trailer video by Rebecca herself. 

Nina Pottell from Prima magazine will be hosting a Q&A with Rebecca Serle on Wednesday 29th April  at 8PM GMT. The event is on Quercus’ Instagram Live, with readings and exclusive materials, 

Please help spread  the word! 

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Blog Tour: The Widow of Rose House by Diana Biller

**Named a MOST ANTICIPATED ROMANCE of 2019 by BookPage**

 Advanced Praise for THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE

“Biller’s complex and intriguing debut, set in 1875 New York City…is part romance, part ghost story,
and part period piece with just enough modern sentiment on the topics of
feminism, mental illness, and abuse.”
Publishers Weekly
“A chemistry-fueled debut with a bit of a ghost story, great for readers of gothic romance”
“Utterly irresistible. With engaging, original characters and dialogue as crisp as a new apple, Diana Biller’s debut will have you rooting for Alva and Sam through every spooky twist.”
—Deanna Raybourn, New York Times bestselling author of the Veronica Speedwell series
“Take a Joanna Shupe Gilded Age romance, stir in a Simone St. James ghost story, add a pinch of Julia Quinn banter, and, voila! Sheer fun with a satisfying emotional conclusion.” —Lauren Willig, New York Times bestselling author of The English Wife

By Diana Biller
Diana Biller’s debut novel, THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE (St. Martin’s Griffin; October 8, 2019; $16.99), is a gorgeous piece of prose, with a decidedly dark Victorian Gothic flair and an intrepid and resilient American heroine guaranteed to delight readers everywhere.
Prior to penning this novel, Biller had one idea in mind: “Edith Wharton, ghost hunter.” After touring Wharton’s estate, The Mount, and the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park, New York, she came away with a wealth of inspiration, and THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE was born.
It’s 1875, and New York’s Gilded Age is in full swing. After fleeing her abusive husband, Alva Webster spent three years being pilloried in the newspapers of two continents. Now he’s dead, and she’s returned to New York to start over, restoring Liefdehuis, a dilapidated Hyde Park mansion for her new home decoration book and hopefully her reputation in the process. So when the eccentric and brilliant
“Get ready to devour Diana Biller’s magnificent debut novel in one sitting. The Widow of Rose
House boasts memorable and vibrant characters, a delicious romance, great period detail, and a hint
of the supernatural. Alva and Sam spring off the page and to life, so that I now feel as though they are
friends of mine. This novel is a treat not to be missed!”
Alyssa Palombo, author of The Spellbook of Katrina Van Tassel      Professor Samuel Moore appears, threatening her fresh start with stories of a haunting at her house, she refuses to give him access. Alva doesn’t believe in ghosts.
A pioneer in electric lighting and a member of the nationally-adored Moore family of scientists, Sam’s latest obsession is ghosts. When he learns about a house with a surprising number of ghost stories, he’s desperate to convince its beautiful owner to let him study it. Can he find his way into her house…and her heart?

About the Author

DIANA BILLER lives in Los Angeles with her husband and their very good dog. THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE is her debut novel.

My Review: 

This book took me a few chapters to get into but once I was into it I was hooked. Diana Biller weaves an original tale of suspense and love with strong characters. The pace is quick and the attention to detail is second to none.
This was an excellent debut novel. The only reason I’m giving it four stars and not five is because some dialogue did not seem right for the time period, it seemed modern. But overall the atmosphere in the book is very well created. 


I loved finding out where things were going to go romance-wise between Sam and Alva as well as witnessing their banter and relationship development. 
The acknowledgements were touching in this book and I liked how there was the allusion to paranormal/ supernatural aspects there too as I felt this added to the uniqueness of the book and tied in well with its main themes. 
What was interesting to me was that The Women at Rose House started out as a NaNoWriMo project. As a regular participant in this event I know what it is to produce a novel in a month. Even after all the edits and aftermath of this writing event it takes work to get a manuscript in shape and Diana Biller’s work gives me hope for my own manuscripts. 
It was refreshing to see a novel that had started out life in this way become available for early review and I feel honoured to be on the blog tour. 
Thanks to Diana Biller and St Martin’s Press for my ARC in exchange for an honest and voluntary review. 
4 stars
Don’t believe in ghosts? This novel will make you think again. The romance in the book is gripping. 
The plot is like a mix of Casper and Ghost in its romance/ humour straight-talking style and is a very different historial fiction novel and held my interest more than many novels in the genre which tend to focus on the struggles and hardships of a particular period in history. The novel is rich and layered because of the paranormal and romance aspects so I did not feel weighed down with the struggles of the characters but instead fascinated with the ease with which Biller writes and weaves the plots.
The Widow of Rose House is surprising, gripping and romantic. 
A great novel for the month of Halloween!

New York City, February 1, 1875


Alva stood on the city sidewalk and sucked in a deep, triumphant gulp of air. The clock had just struck ten—the middle of the eve­ ning by New York City standards—and she was surrounded by elegantly dressed men escorting women dripping diamonds and rolled up tightly in furs. A few feet from her, the street was busy with carriages. She could smell the city: The damp fog, the sharp tang of refuse, the high floral notes of perfumed women. Horse dung.

Had she missed it? She wasn’t sure, although she knew she missed the steep, tangled streets of Montmartre already. But it was America that held her future now, even as it held her past. For a second her triumph was tempered by the remembrance of the thin envelope in her pocket, a few brief lines from her mother’s secretary, thanking her for her interest in visiting and regretting that Mrs. Rensselaer would be unable to see her. Alva knew her mother, likely even now sitting down to a stiff dinner with her husband and twelve of their closest friends fifty blocks away, did indeed feel regret. She just suspected it was about giv­ing birth to her at all. 

The restaurant door opened behind her, and, recalled to the moment, she signaled to the boy hailing cabs to find her one.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice said. “Mrs. Webster?”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Couldn’t she stand outside for one min- ute without some intrepid lothario assuming she must be wait­ ing for him? In the less than seventy­two hours she’d been back in the States, she’d been propositioned eleven times. Twice by friends of her father’s.

She glanced over her shoulder Excuse me,” a deep voice said. “Mrs. Webster?”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Couldn’t she stand outside for one min- ute without some intrepid lothario assuming she must be wait­ ing for him? In the less than seventy­two hours she’d been back in the States, she’d been propositioned eleven times. Twice by friends of her father’s.

She glanced over her shoulder at the man, receiving an in­ stant impression of big, though he stood mostly in the shadows. “I don’t know you,” she said, her voice flat. “Go home to your wife.”

“But I don’t have a wife,” the man said. He took a hesitant step towards her, leaving the shadows, and her eyebrows lifted. He looked more like a laborer than a man finishing a dinner at Delmonico’s, for all he was dressed in a suit and tie. Sort of dressed, she amended; the suit looked like it had been made for someone two inches shorter and two inches narrower across the shoulders. “Do I need a wife to talk to you? Is it a chaperone sort of thing? I have a moAlva blinked. “You’re not very good at this,” she observed. “I’m not a man, but I don’t think it’s standard behavior to invoke one’s mother at a time like this.”

They stared at each other in puzzlement. He was attrac­ tive in the sort of way she’d always imagined the heroes of west­ ern folktales to be: tall, broad shouldered, with a strong nose and a square jaw. He could stand to add barber to the list of people he needed to see, though, the one that started with tailor. Actually, looking at the way his dark blond hair fell into his eyes, she thought he’d better have it start with barber and go from there.

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” he said finally. “Perhaps if I introduce myself—my name is Professor Samuel Moore.”

He held out his hand. She looked at it, looked up at him, and did not extend her own. Bafflingly, he smiled at her, as though she’d done something rather clever.

Was he really a professor? He certainly didn’t look like one, not that it mattered, because she made it a policy, these days, never to talk to strange men—

“A professor of what?” she heard herself saying, although she was pleased it at least came out with a nice air of sarcasm and disbelief.

“This and that,” he said, still smiling. “Engineering, mostly.” She looked at his rumpled clothes. Yes, she could see that, one of those men who always had a tool in one hand and a grease can in the other. She didn’t know they were giving professorships out to men like that, but why not, after all? She was as apprecia­ tive of things like trains and working carriage wheels as the next person.

And now she’d gone and encouraged him. Stupid. “I see,” she said as coldly as she could manage. “Well, I’m not interested, so I’ll wish you good evening.”

“But how can you know if you’re not interested?” He shook his head in confusion, still smiling at her. The smile was . . . im­ pressive. “I haven’t even explained my proposition, yet.”

“I find that if you’ve heard one proposition, you’ve heard them all,” she replied. Stop talking to him, you idiot. “They’re not as unique as men would like to believe.”

“But—who else has approached you? Was it Langley, from Yale?” His tone turned plaintive. “How did he hear about this before me?”


“Piers Langley,” he said. “No? I can’t think of anyone else reputable—look here, if you’ve been approached by anyone from that quack Santa Fe institute you should know they’re absolute frauds.”

“Institute?” Alva said faintly. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Your house, of course. I hadn’t realized I was so behind on the news.” His face fell—What must it be like to let all yoyour emo- tions float freely on your face?—but he nodded gravely. “If it’s Langley, though, he’s an excellent researcher, and a decent human, too.”

“It’s not Lang—what do you want with my house?” It was her turn to sound plaintive.

“But that’s what—” He stared at her, his brows crunched to­ gether. “Oh god. I wasn’t—I wouldn’t—”

To her astonishment, a distinct touch of pink appeared in his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am. Henry warned me—that is, I shouldn’t have; my proposition is not of an intimate nature.”

“I’m coming to understand that,” she said.

You thought . . . do men . . . they must—good lord.”

She began to feel in charity with this befuddled giant. “In­ deed,” she said. “I quite agree. But I must ask again—what is it you want with Liefdehuis?”

“To study it,” he said. “One of my personal interests is in metaphysical energies, you see, and from what I’ve heard, your house may prove a most interesting case. Your ghost story is so recent, you know. I hardly ever hear one claiming to be that new—”

He broke off as she shook her head. “You almost had me con­ vinced that you were unlike the majority of your sex,” she said. “And now I see you are. I’m just not sure insanity is much of an improvement.”

To her surprise, he smiled again. “You’re not the only one who thinks so,” he said. The embarrassment had left his face; he was quite relaxed once more. A man who apologizes for a propo- sition and grins at an insult, Alva thought. Where did you come from, Professor Moore?

“And I’ll admit thno conclusive evidence yet,” he con­ tinued, “but what I have collected looks extremely promising. Certainly promising enough to warrant extensive study.”

A hint of cold pierced her thoughts. Firmly, she banished it. “You’re talking about ghosts,” she said.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Or I could be studying some kind of alien intelligence that just happens to concentrate in areas cor­ responding to local folklore.”

“Alien intelligence.”

“Invisible alien intelligence,” he clarified. “At least invisible to the naked human eye. But ‘ghost’ is probably the easiest term.”


“People tend to go a bit strange when you talk to them about invisible alien intelligences,” he confided. “Which is odd, when you think about it, because why are the shades of one’s dead an­ cestors any less unsettling?”

She found herself nodding before the rest of her wits caught up with her. “No,” she said, not because the word corresponded with any particular question, but because she had the feeling the only way to survive here was to stick to very black­and­white words. His nuances were both compelling and sticky. “I’m afraid I won’t give you access. I don’t believe in ghosts, and I’m about to start several months’ worth of building work.”

“Don’t decide yet,” he begged. “I’m willing to pay you for the privilege, and I promise I won’t be in the way . . . although there is rather a lot of equipment, so I suppose—”

The boy hailing cabs caught her eye and gestured as a han­ som pulled up beside him.

That’s mine,” she said. “I’m sorry I can’t help you. Good evening.”

“Wait!” he said. “I’ll—I’ll send you a letter. Henry said that was the way to do it—I’ll write you and explain more.”

“It won’t help,” she said as the cab boy helped her into the carriage. “I’m sorry. Good­bye, Professor Moore.”

Finally, he sighed acceptance and raised his hand. “Good evening, Mrs. Webster.”

As the cab pulled away from the sidewalk, though, she looked back at him, to find him staring after her with his hands shoved in his pockets and that apparently irrepressible grin back in place. An uncomfortable lightness expanded in her chest as she watched him standing head­and­shoulders taller than the passersby around him, looking back at her as though he would be perfectly happy never to look at anything else ever again.

What couldn’t I get, if I could look at people like that? she thought, and settled grumpily back against her seat. 

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Blog Tour: Q&A- Eye for Eye by J.K Franko 

I’m proud to share a Q&A with J.K. Franko, the author of  the crime thriller Eye for Eye


Question: How did the idea for Eye for Eye take shape?

J.K. Franko: It started out as a joke over beers. I was riding a Ducati at the time, a Sports Classic GT. It was great bike for around town, as parking in downtown Austin was free for motorcycles. But, at 1000 cc’s, I hardly ever got the thing out of third gear. I had decided to sell it, but as I’d bought it new, I was going to take a serious hit. And I hate losing money. A friend said, “Dude, dump it in the lake, report it stolen, and collect the insurance.” There was a thought! So, we walked through the idea, how someone could get away with a crime like that, eventually concluding that you couldn’t get away with it even if you wanted to – which I didn’t. But the idea of planning the perfect crime continued to intrigue me and has really played out in this book.


Question: Is this your first time writing fiction?

JKF: It is. I was on the Law Journal and recognized by the National Law Journal’s Worth Reading List, and continued writing legal and academic articles. My wife has been pushing me to write fiction for over twenty years. During that time, I have begun and/or written at least eight books. I learned a lot in the process, and Eye for Eye is the first quality product that I knew was market-ready.


Question: What makes your book different than all the thrillers on the market?

JKF: The writing is intentionally cinematic, and visual. I vividly imagine stories, characters, and scenes when I’m reading, and I did the same in writing Eye for Eye. I made a very concentrated effort to build multiple reveals into the story in a way that the plot is taking new twists to the very end of the book.


Question: What themes in your book do you think are particularly relevant in today’s culture?

JKF: Individual agency versus reliance on institutions. Motivation and choice, defining what it means to be human. Tribal connections and what it means to belong to and be part of a community versus participating in society as a whole.





J.K. Franko was born and raised in Texas in an atmosphere where what he really wanted to do in life – writing and film – were not considered legitimate jobs. His Cuban-American parents believed there were only three acceptable career paths for a male child: doctor, lawyer, and architect. After a disastrous first year of college pre-Med, he ended up getting a BA in philosophy (not acceptable), then he went to law school (salvaging the family name). Franko did pursue writing along with his legal career, and was recognized on the National Law Journal’s Worth Reading list. He later went back to school where he got an MBA, and later pursued a PhD, crossing the line from well-educated to over-educated around the turn of the century. After some prodding from his wife, Franko turned to writing fiction. He now lives with his wife and children in South Florida with their four dogs and one cat.


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Eye for Eye will be released June 22, 2019, and available wherever books are sold.