|First and Again|
Jana Richards, welcome back to Romance Lives Forever. We're excited to interview your character, Bridget Grant, from the book, First And Again.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Cover artist: Morrow Creative Ltd.
Length: 87,000 words
Heat rating: Spicy
Tagline: Bridget Grant returns to her hometown in
North Dakota, and finds all
the problems she left behind are still there, including her first love.
Bridget Grant is back in
, that is. Paradise, North
She's swallowed her pride and moved back to her hometown with her daughter after her divorce and the loss of her catering company. Now she's trying to navigate the strained relationships she'd left behind – including her first love, Jack Davison.
Jack never forgot Bridget, or the day she left town – and him. When Bridget caters a lunch at Jack's tourist ranch, old flames reignite. They have more in common than ever – Jack's also a single parent. Though they both try to keep things casual, Bridget, Jack and their girls are starting to look a lot like a family.
But Bridget's only planning to stay in
until she's saved enough to relaunch her business. Jack's invested too much in his
ranch to leave. And with their daughters involved both have a lot more at stake
than heartbreak. How can they risk falling in love?
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Jack Davison is a
North Dakota rancher and owner of the Lazy J Guest Ranch.
Jack is thirty-nine years old, and aside from a few years spent working in Texas, he's lived in North Dakota all his life. Bridget Grant is a
chef. Her last job was as head chef of the catering company that she and her ex-husband
owned in San Francisco.
But her life fell apart, and she's forced to return to the hometown she couldn't
wait to leave twenty years ago. She's thirty-eight years old.
The sound of an approaching vehicle made her cringe. The driver would likely stop and ask what had happened and whether she was all right. The thought of having to explain her actions made her feel slightly queasy. She prayed for the person to keep on going, to ignore the woman in a pink apron walking alone down a gravel road.
No such luck.
She heard the vehicle slow to a crawl as it pulled next to her. Righteous anger bubbled in her chest when she glanced over and saw Jack Davison roll down his window.
"Going for a walk?" he asked.
"Something like that."
"Need a ride back to the motel?"
"No thanks. I don't accept rides from people who laugh at me."
She kept on walking, her head high. To her dismay Jack continued to follow her slowly with his truck.
"When did I laugh at you? I've only seen you once since you got here."
"Once was enough."
"You mean the night Tina gave you a hard time?"
Bridget didn't answer. Perhaps it seemed petty to others, but Tina and Celia had humiliated her, and Jack had laughed at her. She wasn't likely to get over it quickly.
"I wasn't laughing at you. I enjoyed seeing Tina get taken down a peg. It doesn't happen often, and frankly, I was impressed." He paused a moment. "Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
She glanced toward Jack and he grinned back, all innocence and boyish charm. Despite herself, she returned his smile. He was a hard man to stay angry with, and she really didn't want to walk back to the motel and risk having other people pass her on the road.
"Fine. I'll ride with you."
He stopped the truck and gestured toward the passenger door of his half-ton. "Hop in."
She climbed into the cab, slammed the door shut, then buckled her seat belt. She smoothed the apron over her lap, suddenly feeling stupid and regretting her decision to accept the ride. Jack probably thought she was crazy, or at best, unbalanced. There was no way she could explain the fear that had controlled her life the last two years.
"I have a punching bag," he said, his eyes on the road ahead.
"Excuse me?" she said, confused. Had she missed part of this conversation?
"When I can't get things or people to do what I want them to do, or when I'm just plain pissed off, I go down into my basement and beat the hell out of Bozo the Clown."
She stared at his profile. "Bozo the Clown?"
"I have an old Bozo punching bag, you know, one of those toys that's weighted on the bottom so it keeps popping back up. Bozo takes a licking and keeps coming back for more."
"Oh, I see," she said cautiously.
He turned and flashed a dazzling smile. "No, I'm not crazy. At least no crazier than you. Everybody needs some way of getting out their frustrations or they'll eat you alive. Mine happens to be beating the crap out of Bozo, and I suspect that yours is walking briskly down country roads."
She relaxed against the seat. "Maybe."
"Next time lose the apron. You can't pretend you're a serious jogger if you're wearing a frilly pink apron."
"No, I suppose not." She grinned, the weight of embarrassment lifting from her shoulders. Jack's quirky sense of humor had always intrigued and delighted her. "Next time I feel the urge to take a hike I'll throw on some jogging pants and tell everyone I'm training for a marathon. That ought to stop the gossiping."
"Sorry to disillusion you, but nothing's likely to do that. Gossip and
go together like peanut butter and jam. Most of the time it's harmless, but if you're
smart you'll try not to draw too much attention to yourself."
"Trust me, that's the last thing I want to do." She untied the apron and pulled it over her head. "Doesn't it ever get to you? The life in the fishbowl? Are you and your wife happy living in
He glanced at her, and she saw a momentary look of surprise in his expression before he turned his attention back to his driving.
"I'm happy enough. The fishbowl thing doesn't bother me."
"But if you're going to live in a small town, you'd better get up to date on your gossip. I've been single the last ten years."
The news took her by surprise. Was he single because of divorce or because his wife had died? "Oh, I'm sorry. Celia didn't tell me." She wondered why her sister hadn't filled her in after all this time.
Jack shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
He offered no further information and she decided not to ask any more questions. After all, she barely knew him anymore.
Interview with Bridget Grant
Tell us about yourself.
There's not much to tell really. I have a fifteen year old daughter named Rebecca, who's angry with me for moving her away from her father. Not that he cared where we went. My first night in
my sister humiliated me in front of Jack and a bunch of her friends. My mother and
I haven't gotten along since before I developed breasts. Oh, and every time I think
about cooking, I have an anxiety attack. Not good for a professional chef.
Aside from that, everything's peachy. Thanks for asking.
Tell us about Jack Davison.
Jack's a great guy. He's funny and kind, and oh God, what a kisser! Why the hell couldn't he have gone bald and grown a paunch in the last twenty years? Instead he's as fit and good looking as he was back then. I have enough problems without my hormones running amok every time I see him.
Jack is also a wonderful father. When I see him with Rebecca and his daughter Leslie, I can't help but think about the children we never had together.
What do you think is your strongest point?
Lately my strongest point seems to be my ability to piss people off.
What would Jack say is your strongest point?
He'd probably say I was good mother. That's one thing we can agree on. Rebecca is my first priority, always. Jack also thinks I'll get back on my feet soon and get my life on track again. I'm not as confident as he is on that one.
What would Jack say is your biggest weakness?
Likely my inability to stay out his business. We disagree on how he's raising his daughter. Leslie needs to learn to do things for herself and be more independent. Jack insists on doing everything for her. Just because she has Down Syndrome doesn't mean she's helpless.
What was it like where you grew up?
I was born in
we moved to Paradise when I was six, after my parents
broke up. I never saw my father again. My father was my hero and I've never understood
why my mother never allowed him to visit my sister and me after we came to North Dakota.
What do you wish was different about your life?
I can't say I regret marrying my ex-husband because that marriage gave me Rebecca. But I wasted a lot of years in an unhappy, unhealthy marriage. I'm not sorry I left
Paradise as soon as I finished
high school, even though Jack wanted me to stay. As much as I loved him back then,
I was afraid I'd grow to resent him if I'd stayed instead of following my dreams.
His life has always been here in Paradise, and
I wish I wasn't always at odds with my family. I'd give anything for a better relationship with my mother and sister. I wish my daughter wouldn't act out so much, and I wish she could understand why I had to move us out here.
If you were given your fondest wish, what would it be?
To work in a professional kitchen again, without panicking. And if I was allowed two wishes, I'd love to be a mother to a second child.
Describe a place of perfect refuge.
Someplace where I'm free to do the things I love. Someplace where I can be me. Someplace where I'm loved.
About the Author
When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she'd found what she was meant to do. Since then she's never met a romance genre she didn't like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense "Seeing Things" was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.
In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in
with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear
from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com
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