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Title: Every Time I Think of You
Author: Tracey Garvis-Graves
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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SYNOPSIS:
Thirty-year-old Daisy DiStefano has two people she holds dear: the grandmother who raised her, and her three-year-old son, Elliott. But when Daisy’s grandmother is killed in a seemingly random act of violence, Daisy must take steps to protect herself and her child.
Despite a thriving career in San Francisco, thirty-six-year-old Brooks McClain has returned home to spend what little time his mother has left before she succumbs to the deadly disease that is ravaging her. The seasoned investigative reporter has taken a position with the local newspaper and been on the job less than twenty-four hours when he’s summoned to cover the death of Pauline Thorpe.
Brooks is all business, but the more time he spends with Daisy DiStefano, the more invested he becomes; there’s something about a single mother, a defenseless child, and an unsolved crime that has stirred Brooks’s protective instincts like nothing ever has before.
And when the unthinkable happens, Brooks will do whatever it takes to clear the name of the woman he’s fallen for and the child he’ll protect at any cost.
Romantic and suspenseful, Every Time I Think of You shows how far two people will go to fight for the ones they love, and the life they’ve always imagined.
An idea was born.
One of
the questions I’m often asked is, “How did you come up with the idea for this
book?” My books are fairly plot-driven, and Every Time I Think of You was no different. I could see the
opening scene in my head like a movie so I knew what the inciting incident – in
other words, the event that would send the main characters’ lives in another
direction – would be. But in this case, my opening scene was the result of not
only plot, but also a character. I have wanted to write a book where the main
character was a crime reporter for a while now. I tend to gravitate toward
heroes who are regular guys, and I wanted to see what would happen when I put
this particular hero into various situations (and a little hot water). What
would he do? How would he react? What, exactly, was he made of?
However,
if main character Brooks McClain was going to be a crime reporter, that meant I
had to come up with a crime (which ultimately, I’d have to solve). I’ve never
written a book with a mystery or suspense element before, but I wasn’t going to
let a little thing like that get in the way of telling this story. I’ve said
time and time again that I never want to be an author who writes the same book
over and over, but with that motto comes challenges. I have to deal with the
discomfort that comes from tackling something different than I’ve done before,
and often this means learning new things.
I have a
love/hate relationship with research. I keep telling myself I’m going to write
a book that doesn’t require as much research, and then I write a book that
requires extensive research.
I should really start listening to myself! Some of the things I did in the name
of research for Every Time I Think
of You included taking a four-hour firearms safety course and learning
how to load and shoot a gun, which was something I didn’t have any experience
with.
I also
studied ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, by reading memoirs and poring
over countless websites dedicated to the disease. Although the timing of the
recent ALS ice bucket challenge is merely a coincidence, it makes me happy to
know that this devastating illness is receiving such an outpouring of support
from the general public.
I
studied addiction, specifically methamphetamine addiction. What I learned was
heart-wrenching, eye-opening, and often tragic. In total, I read six memoirs
about addiction and read countless online articles. I watched a fascinating
Frontline documentary from PBS about methamphetamine addiction and its effects
on law enforcement and the community.
I
reached out to a criminal defense attorney in California so that I could gain
an understanding of that state’s legal processes, and I spent several hours in
person and on the phone with my cousin Jack, who is a detective with the Des
Moines Police Department. Jack was instrumental in explaining the outcomes of
all the different scenarios I proposed (naturally, I named the detective
character after him). I interviewed three different crime reporters (who all
told me slightly different things), and one of them saved me from a potentially
embarrassing gaffe. In Every Time I
Think of You, I include an actual newspaper article written by Brooks
McClain. Newspaper reporters use the Associated
Press Stylebook to ensure that their articles are written correctly
whereas The Chicago Manual of Style is
the go-to guide for fiction writers. The crime reporter who proofed my article
had me make a small tweak so that it was correct in form.
I spoke
to a nurse, to make sure I got the details of Daisy’s DiStefano’s work schedule
correct. There were less significant things I needed the answers to, such as
what kind of jewelry a nurse would be permitted to wear to work and what floor
she might work on if she were involved with a particular patient.
In
addition to the factual research necessary to write this story, I also had to
choose the path I’d take to solve the crime. I learned that there were a few
different ways I could handle this: One, I could write the story in such a way
that the reader would probably not
know who committed the crime until the very end. Two, I could choose the
slightly-less-suspenseful route and let the reader be privy to clues that would
allow them to guess the identity of the perpetrator much earlier. That way, I
could let the focus of the story rest on how the person would be brought to justice. I chose option two
because I felt it would lend emotional resonance and depth to the story.
Now that
I knew how I’d tell the
story, I needed to concentrate on the characters. I usually have a pretty good
outline in place before I sit down to start writing. This method doesn’t work
for everyone, but for me it helps to have a roadmap of sorts so that I don’t
waste too much time writing myself into corners. This is not a spoiler because
you know from the blurb that the book deals with the aftermath of the death of
Daisy’s beloved grandmother. However, once I was about a fourth of the way
through the first draft, I realized that the character I’d chosen to commit the crime didn’t actually do it.
I fought
it for a while, but the more I got to know these characters, the more I
realized my inner muse was right. This person couldn’t have done it.
Delete,
delete, delete, delete. Sigh.
The real
perpetrator had a motive, but it was subtle and at first I couldn’t see it. And
the person who I’d originally intended to commit the crime was actually somewhat responsible. But it will
be up to the reader to draw their own conclusions about what transpired that
evening in Daisy’s grandmother’s apartment, because the opening chapter of the
book is narrated by Daisy’s three-year-old son, who has a very limited ability
to explain it. I actually first wrote this opening chapter from the
point-of-view of Daisy’s grandmother, Pauline. It gave the book a much darker
tone than I wanted so I scrapped it and decided to let Elliott take the reins.
There is
also one final plot thread that I chose not to tie up with a big red ribbon.
Initially I wrote a paragraph that would have explained why a certain character made the
choice that he did, but then I realized it wasn’t necessary. Readers are smart
and book discussions are extra fun when there’s a bit of speculation involved.
I’m not
an especially fast or prolific writer, and that’s fine with me. Between the
research and the actual writing time, this book took fourteen months to
complete, and there were times I wanted to pull my hair out. I’d told my
husband there were a couple of twists I was hoping to pull off, but wasn’t sure
I knew how to accomplish them. I told several people that writing this book
made my brain hurt (but one
of the readers who received an advance copy told me she
kept saying to herself as she read it, “This book is so smart!”). When I hear
feedback like that, it tells me that everything I did in the name of Every Time I Think of You was worth
it.
I hope
you enjoy Brooks and Daisy’s story.
I
glanced at my watch. “I need to get going.” I stood and Daisy followed me
toward the door. “Don’t hesitate to call the police for any reason. Pay close
attention to your surroundings. Keep your door locked. Don’t ever open it
without the chain on.” I paused, once again struck by how alone she seemed. Was
anyone watching out for her? “Listen, I don’t mean for this to sound as sexist
as it’s going to, but is there a guy around?”
Rarely
did I ask such a personal question, especially when the answer was
absolutely none of my
business.
And I’ll
admit to being more than just professionally curious as I waited for her
answer.
“There
was, but not anymore,” she said. “It’s just Elliott and me. We’ll be okay. When
someone knocks, I look through the peephole. If I don’t recognize the person, I
leave the chain on when I open the door. I also bought a gun.”
She said
that last part with such nonchalance that it took me a second to process it.
“You what?” I probably said it with a little more force than I should
have.
She
looked taken aback. “Shane helped me pick it out.”
I was
speechless. “I’m sorry, but you don’t—”
“Look
like the type of person who would own a gun?”
It was
hard to argue with that statement when it was exactly what I was going to say. “Yes.”
“I
didn’t buy the gun because I wanted to. Frankly, I would rather not own one.
They scare me,” she said. “But I bought one anyway because the thought of
looking something evil right in the eye and knowing that I’m more than likely
going to come out on the losing end of it terrifies me. The fear that I’ll be
assaulted, or raped and left for dead, or worse yet, that someone will try to
harm my child, is the reason I have this gun. That’s the type I am.”
I saw
her then, really saw her. Five foot seven, maybe, but small-boned. She was
wearing a fitted V-neck T-shirt that emphasized her slight build. I could see
the prominent ridge of her collarbone and the deep hollow at the base of her
throat that I suddenly couldn’t stop looking at. She’d be no match for anyone.
If she wanted a gun, I was hardly in a position to tell her she couldn’t have
one.
“I’m
sorry,” I said. “I was out of line. It’s really none of my business what you
do.”
“It’s
okay. Pam reacted the same way you did. But I’m doing everything I can to be a
responsible gun owner. I’ve signed up for the safety class so I can learn how
to handle the gun. How to shoot it. I’ll apply for the permit as soon as I have
my certificate. I’ll go to the shooting range, and I’ll practice.”
Taking
her to the shooting range was something I could do to help her. It would also
give me a chance to spend time with her, which was something that was becoming
more appealing by the minute. I could feel the boundary between witness and
reporter starting to blur, but I really didn’t care. It had been a while since
a woman had sparked my interest the way Daisy had. “You don’t have to justify
anything to me. It sounds like you’re doing everything right,” I said. “I’ll
let you know if I hear anything on the case.”
“I would
really appreciate that.”
Elliott
put down his coloring book and ambled across the room.
Daisy
lifted him into her arms. “You look tired, buddy. Are you ready for your nap?”
“I’m not
tired,” Elliott said, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, my
mistake,” Daisy said, smiling at him. “I think we’ll try a nap anyway, just in
case.” She looked at me. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“It was
no problem. I’ll see you soon.”
As I
stepped into the hallway she said, “Brooks?”
I turned
around. “Yes?”
“Maybe
I’m reading this wrong, but you seem to genuinely care about my safety, and I
want you to know that I appreciate it. I need all the help I can get.”
I met
her gaze and held it for a moment. “You aren’t reading it wrong at all. Take
care, Daisy.”
She
smiled and it illuminated her face, making every feature even prettier. She
closed the door, and I made my way down the hall.
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ONE signed copy of On the Island, Covet, and ETITOY. Also included, a $50 gift card to Barnes & Noble and Amazon. Also, the winner will receive an ARC of Tracey's next work-in-progress, The Girl He Used to Know (an adult contemporary second-chance romance novel). And finally, Tracey will either use the winner's name in The Girl He Used to Know (first name or last name only, or the actual real name if comfortable) OR the winner can suggest a name for a character.
**The restrictions to this are that it will not be the name of a main character. It will be a supporting or minor character. Also, this is a fictional character. It is not a character based on the winner.
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