Sarah Hoss stopped by to share some intimate details about her, and her latest book. HIGHLAND SAVIOR is a historical
paranormal romance and was released on July, 22, 2015. Please tell us more! Did you have several manuscripts finished before
you sold? If so, did you send them out yourself?
Sarah- No, I had two manuscripts finished and signed them within a month of
each other. But, from the time I started writing to the time I signed a
contract was 7 years. I had to learn the industry and the trade first. I sent
them out myself.
Nancy- What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?
Sarah- I have bookmarks and magnets I like to give
out. I also have lovely people like you who host me on their blogs.
Nancy- Are you a member of any writing organizations
and, if so, have they helped?
Sarah- I am a
member of RWA, Crossroads of America Romance Writers, and Celtic Hearts Romance
Writers. Each organization has been very helpful as they contain such wonderful
and knowledgeable people.
Nancy- Will you share some encouraging words for
authors still struggling for that first contract?
Sarah- Be
patient. This is not an industry to rush. It takes time to make your book the
best it can be.
Nancy- Please Share
three fun facts about you that most people don’t know.
1) I’m a “bonus” baby. My siblings are 13, 12, and 7
years older than me.
2) I danced in the Pan Am Opening Ceremonies held in
Indianapolis, Indiana as a teenager.
3) I love camping, Christmas, and the smell of burning
leaves.
Nancy- What’s next
for you?
Sarah- I am working on the fjurd brothers story.
BOOK
BLURB
Two Lifetimes – Two Hearts – One future, if they can only survive
the past.
Hamish Macpherson is surrounded by turmoil: an arsonist is on the
loose, he’s in the middle of a feud with a local clansman, and just as he’s
trying to save his sister from a burning cottage, he appears in the middle of a
foreign living room three hundred years past his own time.
Gillian
Meadows thinks she’s self-sufficient and can handle anything until she
witnesses a murder in the alley next to an Olde City
tavern. In a desperate run to escape being the next victim, she stumbles into a
wiccan store and accepts the help of the shop owner. Little does she know that
one mis-spoken word of a simple incantation can change everything.
Neither
world is safe, but Hamish can better protect Gillian if he returns to his own
time. Gillian has no choice but to go with him if she wants to escape the
danger closing in. Little do they know that his past could be the biggest
threat of all to their future.
Excerpt from Highland Savior
“Cadal gu sèimh, aghráidh.” He
closed his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek. Sleep in peace, love.
Hamish rolled to his stomach and
gathered his footing. This couldn’t be happening. Athol’s hand snaked out and
gripped his wrist.
“I’ll send my daughter to fetch
Callum and stay with their children. He should be here.”
Hamish nodded his head and watched
as Athol ran off toward his daughter. Quickly, his focus turned back to where
the house had once stood. How could this have happened? How did this nightmare
become his reality? He covered his eyes with his fists and rocked back and
forth, crying. His shoulders shook with it. His anger and sadness knew no
bounds. He stood, wobbly on his feet at first but found his footing, and
watched the cottage burn. His mouth was drawn tight and he breathed deeply
threw his nose, making short, loud breaths. Friends and relatives stood also,
watching, buckets of water still in their hands, as the boards gave way to the
fire and broke, caving in. Embers flew into the sky like fireflies dancing in
the breeze.
Two thoughts came to his mind at
once- Alexander and James. He didn’t think he was strong enough to tell them,
but he knew he had to before they found out from someone else. Where was James?
As if thinking his named had
conjured him, James ran to Hamish.
“Brother, tis sorry that I am to
hear of yer home and fields.” He pulled back and stared Hamish in the eyes. “We
will help ye rebuild and get back on yer feet.” He searched his brother. “Are
ye injured then?”
His heart stopped beating for a
moment. He didn’t know.
His throat felt thick and he tried
to swallow. He needed to gather the
courage needed to tell James the ugly truth. He rubbed a hand over his mouth
then brought it to the back of his neck.
He took a deep breath and blew it
out. Tears welled in his eyes and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.
“Brother,” he coughed, his throat hurt and his voice was strained, “Margaret
was in the house.”
“Did she become injured? Is she all
right?” James searched the clearing for her.
Hamish closed his eyes for a moment
and let out the breath he had been holding. He opened and closed his fists over
and over. “Nay. She’s gone.” Fresh tears flooded his eyes and for a moment he
couldn’t see. Margaret was the gentlest person he knew and he loved her dearly.
James stood staring at him for a moment before turning his gaze to the burnt
rubble of his home. He let out a roar then broke down and Hamish held him.
Together, they cried for the loss of the sister they loved.
James and Hamish rode their horses
in silence to Alexander’s farm. Neither wanted to give the news alone.
They found their brother in the
pasture grooming a new colt. The saw the excitement on Alexander’s face as he
spotted them and watched as he ran over to the fence where they tied their
horses.
“James and Hamish, how good it is to
see ye.”
They glanced at each other and
Hamish waited as James, being the oldest, spoke.
“Where is Marlana?”
Alexander glanced around the yard
before remembering. “She went to the woods to check the rabbit traps.”
“We need to talk to ye.” Hamish and
James jumped down from the backs of their horses and led them to the fence to
tie them up.
Alexander followed, then took a big
sniff of the air. “Why do the two of ye smell like a campfire?” He studied
them, tugged on Hamish shirt where the ends were frayed and burnt. “Ye look
like shit. What’s happened?”
The two brothers peered at each
other for a moment, then turned their attention to their brother.
James moved toward Alexander.
“Hamish’s home was set afire and burnt to the ground this evening.”
Alexander stole glances between the
two of them in disbelief. “I’m sorry to hear it.” He reached out a hand and
gripped his brother’s shoulder.
James placed his hands on his hips
and glanced down at the ground for a moment. There was no easy way to say what
needed to be said, but he must. “Alexander.” He chanced a glance his brother.
Anguish etched his features, his heart breaking all over again. His sister, beautiful,
sweet Margaret. A tear slid down his cheek. He stared at the heavens, praying
for the strength to so this.
Alexander turned to face him.
Confusion and then fear flashed in his eyes.
“Margaret was at Hamish’s home. We
couldna get there in time to save her.” He choked on the last sentence. His
throat felt thick, his head ached.
“What?” Alexander shook his head.
“What are ye saying? She’s dead?”
“Aye,” Hamish said.
Sarah Hoss grew up
believing she could try anything and if she set her mind to it, she would
succeed. Sixteen years of dance lessons, Cheerleading, and school plays proved
to her that her parent’s words rang true. Writing was no exception. Reading the
Outlander series made her fall in love with time travels and the historical
places books could take her. Always a child with a vivid imagination, she
realized as an adult, she could put her imagination to good use and began
writing. Marrying her very own hero, they live in Indiana in the town where she
grew up. They have three beautiful children and one hyper dog. When Sarah isn’t
writing, she enjoys gardening, camping, and watching her kids’ play sports. Where to find
Sarah-
