Chris Redding (Author Interview)
December 7, 2015
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I write mainly romantic suspense, but some romantic comedy. I am also a ghostwriter of fiction and non-fiction. My latest book is the second in the Nerds Saving the World Series. A View to a Nerd is about a guy who reconnects with the love of his life who chose someone else over him. She’d now in trouble and he needs to save her and the world.
What inspired you to write romance fiction?
It’s just what my brain makes up. I like happy ending. Life does not have them all the time so in books I watch two people come together despite their struggles.
Tell us about your favorite hero from one of your stories. What do you love about him?
Trey McCrane who is the hero in Blonde Demolition. He’s a bad boy with a big heart. I’ve had friends over the years who were bad boys. I never dated any. I never fell for their charms, but having them as friends was always entertaining. He was so much fun to write. Part of my love for him is that this book is my favorite. It combines so many elements of my life into one.
What stories do you have in the works right now?
I’m torn between two series right now. Can’t decide which to finish. One is a shorter set of Werebears. Three brothers, which seems to be a theme with me lately. The other is a story of three brother who inherit a winery. Each book is about the brother finding his place at the winery.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and one show rabbit. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism and is still a diehard Nittany Lions fan. Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills.
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes it pretty clear that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t talking… until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both their lives.
This is book two in the Nerds Saving the World Series. Originally published as A View to a Kilt.
Would she ever be warm again?
Donner left her in an interrogation room and went to get coffee. The room, painted in a subdued green, had what Miriam presumed to be a two-way mirror on one wall. A tape recorder for her statement sat on the table. She couldn’t seem to stop shivering despite rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Standing, she began to pace.
A urine smell wrinkled her nose. She jammed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and caught a look at herself in the mirror.
“Bedhead, big time,” she said to her reflection. Her crumpled dress added to the picture. She admitted she looked as if she could kill someone. Even her hot pink, sheath dress looked odd on her.
How she looked was the least of her worries now. Doubling in pain, new tears streamed down her face. “Oh, God, Joe. What were you into since I last saw you?”
Her stomach rumbled as much from stress as hunger. When she straightened, Donner stood in the doorway, coffees in hand, trying not to look at her. “Want one?”
Miriam nodded. Crossing the small room, he handed her a cup of black liquid, which might have been coffee, but didn’t smell like any she’d ever had. Mark, her cop ex-husband, never drank coffee at home, she thought, wondering why this memory should come forth now. Maybe being in a police station for the first time since his conviction made her think about him.
Donner settled himself on the chair opposite the one she had just occupied. He pulled out a pen and scribbled something in a small pad, then looked up at her. He indicated the chair. Miriam shook her head.
“I need you closer to the tape recorder.”
Miriam shrugged and sat down, wrapping her arms around herself. “Do I need a lawyer?”
“If you want a lawyer, call one now.”
“Am I being charged?”
“No, and the Lieutenant will be by in a moment. Let me review. You met Mr. Waltney in a bar last night.”