Category: Romance

Interview with Patty Wiseman

December 28, 2011

Before I begin my interview, I would like to talk a little about Patty Wiseman. I have had the privilege of meeting some wonderful people who are authors over the past year and a half and one of those people is Patty Wiseman. I met Patty on Goodreads and we chatted. Later, I had a book signing in Longview, Texas and much to my surprise Patty came to my signing. We hit it off right away. She is a pleasure to be around and likes to talk as much as I do. She interviewed me on her blog about my book and I told myself that when Patty became an author, I would interview her. It’s a little late coming, because Patty became a published author in August, and I do have to apologize to her. lol.

Welcome,  Patty. So glad I finally get to interview you. Can you tell us a little about yourself?

Let me say a great big “Thank you” Karen for having me here today! I am very fortunate to call you ‘friend’, literally! I remember the time I met you and your wonderful family at that little coffee shop where you were having a book signing. We have become good friends!

A little about me? I grew up in Washington State, attended college in Bartlesville, Okla. My husband, Ron, and I have been married for almost nineteen years. Together, we have two grown sons, a step-daughter and a passel of wonderful grandchildren. I have worked as an administrative assistant to a financial adviser for the past twenty-four years and will retire in January 2012, finally! I am looking forward to devoting my time to what I love…writing.

I have many interests and hobbies, including gardening, reading, genealogy, bowling, and traveling. Writing is number one with me, though.

How did you get started writing and what inspires you to write?

Reading was a big passion of mine as a child. The thicker and more involved the book, the more I liked it. So writing was a natural next step for me. I enjoyed doing the essays in school, and I remember one project I had to do in literature class for poetry. The teacher gave us a list of poetry styles and we had to write an original poem for each style. I still have that notebook of poetry. Maybe I should take a second look at that! LOL!

My inspiration has been the stories I grew up hearing about my grandfather. He was killed when my dad was only ten months old, so dad never knew him. He searched for him while he was alive but never found out anything because my grandmother erased all evidence of him. A few years ago, I began the search myself and found a wealth of information on this forgotten man. My favorite books were historical romance when I was growing up, so the interest in my own family history wasn’t much of a leap.

Who is your favorite character and tell us why?

 My book, An Unlikely Arrangement is based on my grandparents arranged marriage in the 1920’s. My favorite character is based on him, Peter Kirby. I prefer to think of my grandfather as a good man. He died much too young and was forgotten, quickly. I fashioned this story as a tribute to him.

Did you have any authors that inspired you and what kind of books do you like to read for pleasure?

I really have to say my favorite author is Diana Gabaldon. I love her Outlander Series. She weaves so many things into her books. History, genealogy, time travel, romance, all of it. I love reading things like Gone With The Wind, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, you know, the classics. I love a good mystery, too. Cozy armchair mysteries and who dunnits, but give me a good historical romance any day.

What is your favorite time of day to write? Do you need quiet or music when you write?

 Early morning is the best time for me. My husband leaves for work at 5:30 a.m. I love to get up in the quiet part of the morning and let my imagination run, fresh and free. I think it depends on what I am writing as to whether I need music or quiet. If I am writing a lively scene, music helps, but if the piece is a bit more serious, I prefer the quiet.

Are you writing anymore books?

I’m tickled you asked that question. I am actually hosting a contest to help me choose a title for the sequel of An Unlikely Arrangement. I had so many people ask me when the sequel was coming out that I had to write it! I am loving this story even more than the first. I hope everyone will go to my website www.pattywiseman and check out the details of the contest. It is running until January 15th.

 I am also working on a different sort of novel, a contemporary romance based on another real life experience. It’s called ‘If It’s Thursday Night, My Name Must Be Lola’. This will be a comical look at a single woman’s survival skills.

I know the New Year  is around the corner, do you have any book signings coming up?

 I have been so busy with book signings and festivals that the Christmas break is a nice time to catch up on writing my two books. Come January, I will hit the ground running. I have a book signing scheduled in Marshall, Texas on Jan. 20th, and a grand opening TBD. I am scheduled for various festivals throughout the year and will post those on my website as they come up. I have spent a lot of time doing research on some new ideas. Hopefully, January will be the start of an exciting year! Stay tuned to my website for further details!  

Where can our readers find your wonderful book?

 You can buy my book directly on my website

It is also on Amazon


Barnes and Noble


Patty it was such a pleasure to have you on my blog. You are a very talented lady and I highly recommend to all of my readers to go out and buy a copy of An Unlikely Arrangement. You will not be sorry.


Forgive Me

Sept. 28,2011

I decided to start writing short stories and I thought I would share. I hope you enjoy my first one. I wrote it for a weekly challenge over at Clever Fiction. Romance is not my thing, but I gave it my best shot. We had to include the words rain, shame and sailboats in the story and it couldn’t be over 1,000 words. If you could give me your opinion that would be great.

Forgive Me
By Karen Gammons (Rain-Sailboat-Shame)

Rain. It was trying to wash away the shame he felt as he stared at her cold accusing eyes. The love that had transpired between the two of them had only been brief, but fantastic. Now, he would let that love go, never to think of it again.
He continued to gently cup her face between his shaking hands. It would be hard to walk away, but he knew there was no other way. As he released her face, her dull, murky eyes continued to stare up at him through the cold, clear lake water. He leaned over the sailboats side to watch her descent.
“Forgive me,” he whispered to the water.


Stepping from the city bus, Mary dashed into the café. It had been raining for days. Mary didn’t think it would ever stop. She would be meeting him for the last time. This was their café. She went to the back. Their booth sat as a sad reminder of good times.
This is the last time, she thought. The last.
Mary watched him walk in. Frank was ruggedly handsome. She thought at one time he would be her world, but after what she had learned about him, it would never be.
As he passed, the scent of his cologne filled her with longing. She would have to be strong. But how does one walk away?
“Wow! You look beautiful!” Frank said, appraising her.
“Thank you,” she practically whispered.
“What are we ordering today? I thought we could eat something light and then we could go back to your place,” he said jokingly.
“Frank, I can’t do this anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Us…I can’t do us anymore. I know who you are now,” she hesitated. “I was there.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw what you did the other night. I went to the bakery after you dropped me off. I needed some bread…” A sob escaped Mary’s lips. “You were there… You killed that man…I saw you put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. You and the man you were with just laughed. How could you do such a thing? To take an innocent life like it was nothing.”
“Mary, I was going to tell you what I did for a living, but I just couldn’t. You’re different from other women that I have been with. I couldn’t risk losing you.”
“If you thought I would ever be with a monster, then you didn’t know me at all. I could never live a life with a man, knowing he killed for a living. Never.”
Mary rose.
He grabbed her hand. “Mary, I’m sorry. I should have told you. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”
With her back to him, unbidden tears rolled down her cheeks. “I love you too, Frank. I thought we would be together forever.”
She left the café and began walking in the rain. Her tears mixed with the water that fell from the sky. As she neared an alley, a hand caught hers and pulled her in. She fell into Frank’s arms. Passion burned in his eyes. His lips caressed hers as he began kissing her. For one instant she wanted to give in, to feel the love that they had known from the start. But she knew that she couldn’t. As she began to pull away, his hands went to her throat. She couldn’t breathe and the pain in her lungs from lack of air, surged through her body. Realizing this was how Frank chose to deal with her leaving him, she fought back. But it was no use. Death was coming. She looked one last time into Frank’s eyes. They were filled with sorrow. Then, she was gone. Like a wisp of smoke caught on the wind.