Romance author Cheryl Douglas is here today to talk a bit about the first book in her Nashville Nights series, Shameless.
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Bio:
Cheryl
began her professional career as a nutritionist, but her love of books started
at an early age. She studied writing for many years before she decided to
pursue her passion as a full-time career. After receiving constructive
criticism from several well-known authors, Cheryl finally had the confidence to
write her first romance novel.
The
first book in the Nashville Nights series, Shameless, was a book that had been
dwelling in Cheryl’s subconscious for years. For her, the surprise came when
the manuscript began taking on a life of it’s own. Characters came to life,
secondary characters became more prominent, outlines were forgotten, and a
single title evolved into an eight book series, and another eight book spin-off
series entitled Nashville Nights, Next Generation.
One
word would aptly describe Cheryl: workaholic. She lives and breathes her
writing, when she’s sleeping, watching TV, driving, reading… it’s always in the
periphery of her mind. Her imagination rarely takes a holiday, even when she
escapes to a sandy beach with her husband and son, she’s planning, plotting,
outlining, and daydreaming.
Cheryl
feels blessed to be able to get up every day and do something she loves. The
thousands of fans who have embraced the Nashville Nights have made that
possible. She writes for the readers who ask for more, she writes to satisfy
the muse residing inside of her, but most of all, she writes because she
couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. It took her thirty-seven
years to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, but now that she knows,
she’s convinced she’s found her purpose.
Welcome, Cheryl. Please tell us about
your current release.
I’m
currently working on book three in the Nashville Nights Next Generation series,
Game On. The Nashville Nights series
includes eight books in the first series, and the spin-off series, Nashville
Nights Next Generation consists of eight books and a special edition holiday novella.
What inspired you to write this book?
The series
started with Shameless, and it was my
love of country music that inspired this book. It’s about country music
superstar, Trey Turner, who’s at a low-point in his life. He knows he can’t
continue down the self-destructive path he’s been on since his divorce. He’s a
broken man, trying to find redemption as he comes to terms with his tragic past
and the people he’s hurt along the way.
Excerpt: Chapter One:
Trey Turner tipped the plastic bottle and watched the little white pills
scatter across the desktop. One would take the edge off; twenty would end it
all. He considered his options. He wasn’t ready to give up; he couldn’t do that
to his family.
He put one of the pills on his tongue and swallowed it with a mouthful
of scotch as the phone rang. He knew it was the morning radio show calling to
interview him. His manager, Luc Spencer, had arranged it and, despite his
protests, Luc insisted it was necessary. The public was demanding answers; it
was time to end the speculation.
He checked the call display and pushed the button to activate the call.
“Hello.”
“Trey, Johnny Madson, KX790 in Nashville. How the hell are ya this
mornin’, buddy?”
Trey rubbed his eyes, willing the pill to take effect. “I’m good.”
“We’re going live in three minutes. Stand by.”
Trey endured the longest three minutes of his life as he waited for the
radio host to return. He glanced at the list of questions and answers his
publicist, Avery, had provided. He’d been doing this long enough to know they
always surprised you with questions they knew were off-limits. He hoped he was
sharp enough to dodge the bullets this morning.
“Trey, we’re live. Our listeners are anxious to hear about what’s been
happening with the king of country music. Where’ve you been, man?”
“I’ve been in the studio working on the next album.”
“That’s what we like to hear. Tell me, when do you plan to release it?”
“By early next year, I hope.”
“Can we assume you’re planning a world tour to promote the new album?”
In his current state of mind, just the thought of a tour was
overwhelming, but he owed it to his fans and his label. “That’s the plan,
Johnny.”
“Good stuff. I know your fans are looking forward to that. We get calls
and emails about you every day. People want to know what you’ve been up to.
They’re dying to know when the new album’s coming out.” He laughed. “The
pressure’s on, man.”
“Yeah, I know. I plan to deliver the goods.” If only he could figure out
how to break through the mother of all creative blocks and write a song he
wouldn’t be embarrassed to attach his name to.
“So why did you decide to sign with a new record label, Trey?”
Because my old label was
putting pressure on me to get off my ass and produce a record, he thought,
considering the fall-out if he came clean. He was tempted to tell the truth and
accept the ramifications. He was so tired of living a lie, pretending to be the
man, the musician, everyone expected him to be. “There was just a difference of
opinion with the old label. No hard feelings.”
“Are you expecting this album to go platinum like all the others?”
Platinum, hell he would be satisfied if it didn’t end his career. “We’ll
see what happens, Johnny. It’s up to the public to decide.”
“So, you’ve been spotted around town with some of the most beautiful
women in Nashville. Is there anyone special in your life right now?”
He clenched his jaw in frustration. He had come to expect this question,
but he still resented it. “No, not really.” Megan would take offense, but he
didn’t care.
“You are one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Think you’ll
ever marry again?”
“No.” The only woman he wanted to call his wife was determined to forget
he was alive. He’d had his one chance at forever and he blew it. He sure as
hell didn’t deserve another one.
“Can you tell us about the car wreck you were involved in last year,
Trey? We understand a woman and young child were killed. Your Hummer and their
mini-van were hit by the driver of a tractor trailer who fell asleep at the
wheel, right? Rumour has it you were lucky to escape with your life. That would
have been a hell of a loss for country music, man.”
Trey wanted to tell him the loss of life that occurred was much more
valuable than his, but he kept his mouth shut. He could imagine the headlines:
Country Superstar Trey Turner Wishes He Had Been the One to Die in Fatal Crash.
“I’d rather not discuss that, Johnny.”
“Sure, I understand. We’ve all heard you’ve fallen off the wagon after
three years of sobriety. Is that true, Trey?”
He glanced at the highball of scotch to his right. “I’d rather not get
into it.” Which he knew was akin to admitting guilt. His manager and publicist
would go ballistic, not to mention his record label. He had to end this call or
risk digging himself a deeper hole. “Look, man, it’s been good talking to you,
but I gotta roll.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks for talking to us, Trey. We’re all looking forward
to the new album, so don’t keep your fans waiting too long.”
“I’ll try not to. Thanks, Johnny.” He pressed the button to end the
call.
His hand shook as he reached for the crystal glass. He took a long
swallow of the amber liquid, savouring the familiar burn on the way down. He
knew it was toxic, eating him alive from the inside out. He hated that he
needed it, hated the fact that alcohol was the only thing that seemed to take
the edge off and calm the fear and anxiety so he could get through another day.
He looked up at the ceiling. “What the hell am I gonna do?” he
whispered. He needed help, was desperate for guidance, but had no idea where to
turn. His faith had been tested to the limits, and he couldn’t face the idea of
admitting the truth to his friends and family. He had never felt so alone.
He knew that every day he lived without creative inspiration was another
day closer to sealing his fate. He couldn’t stall his manager and record label
forever. They expected answers and he knew he had to tell them the truth; his
career was over. But every time he tried to tell his best friend and manager,
he panicked. He was terrified that, without music, he was looking into the
abyss of a dark, empty, meaningless future. His music was the only thing he had
left.
He pulled the newspaper clipping out of his desk and stared at the black
and white photo of the little girl who had died in the fiery crash. Six years
old, the same age his daughter would have been. Trey couldn’t comprehend why he
had been spared when a little girl with her whole life ahead of her had been
taken. If he could, he would have traded places with her in a heartbeat, given
her a chance at the life his daughter deserved. A knock on the door of his
studio interrupted his reverie and he silently wished he could escape. Escape
the questions and expectations of a world where he no longer felt he belonged.
What exciting story are you working on
next?
I’m in the
middle of working on Nashville Nights
Next Generation right now, and I’m so excited about every book in this
series. When we came to the end of Nashville
Nights, my devoted readers let me know they weren’t ready for the series to
end, so I decided to write a spin-off series about the children of the
characters we fell in love with in Nashville Nights. It’s been a long and rewarding
journey, and I’ve loved every minute of it!
When did you first consider yourself a
writer?
I started
to feel like a ‘real’ writer when I started to get fan mail! Whether it’s
readers connecting with me on Facebook, or emailing me to tell me how much they
love my books, that’s always the highlight of my day. The writing and editing
can sometimes be grueling (though I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the
world), and hearing from my readers is like the reward for my hard work. It’s
nice to know that what I do matters to so many people.
Do you write full-time? If so, what's
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
I do write
full-time. I gave up my ‘other’ career as a nutritionist because I knew I
couldn’t do both well. My fortieth birthday was on the horizon, and I began to
realize if I ever wanted to do this, it was time.
I write
seven pages or 1,500 words six or seven days a week. I love writing so much
that I rarely feel the need to take a break. In fact, I even take my laptop on
vacation, and sneak away from the beach to write!
What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?
I write in
the most awkward position. I have two desks in my house, yet I choose to write
scrunched up on the loveseat in my bedroom sitting room. I usually end up with
a pain in my neck and back, but for some reason, I’m able to write better there
than anywhere else, so I figure the aches and pains are worth it!
As a child, what did you want to be
when you grew up?
I was
looking through a school treasury book my mother had tucked away not too long
ago. When I was in the first grade, I said I wanted to be a journalist. From
grade five on, I was the student editor of my school yearbook and newspaper, so
I’d say I was destined to be a writer.
Anything else you want to share with the readers?
Thanks, Cheryl. Happy touring!
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, which won third place for Mystery in the 2000 Southwest Writers competition. I figured that meant I was all set to publish and sell a gazillion copies, but the truth was, I couldn’t find a publisher. They liked the premise, but they (rightly) said it wasn’t strong enough.
, the second Claudia Rose story. I had grown to know and like Claudia and her cohorts, and was happy to be spending time with her again, but I still didn’t think of it as a series until I started writing the third book, 
(note the handwriting-themed titles!). 
, was published in 2010, but the new editor didn’t offer a contract for additional books. Boo hoo me.
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, and Sheila Lowe’s Handwriting Analyzer software.