Meet Lucia Davis and her Paranormal Mystery! #AuthorInterview #TuesdayBookBlog #books


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I love discovering new-to-me authors. I’m always on the lookout for fresh voices in publishing and when I first heard about Lucia Davis, I was intrigued. Her paranormal short story, The Baby on the Back Porch, is on my to-be-read bookshelf and when I asked for an interview, she agreed. So, please give a warm welcome to Lucia to the POTL blog and be sure to check out her debut novella. Take it away, Lucia:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, I love how he tells a beautiful story, but it has such a deeper meaning.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Gosh, I hope my books inspire authors. 🙂

 

 I think for me, women like Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters, who wrote in a time when women were not empowered within society, or even expected to write, are a great inspiration. They faced so much more scrutiny; to me they were in fact very brave women.

 

Writing is a creative process and it opens the door to criticism —which can be painful. Dealing with that can be difficult. So, when I need a little extra courage, I think of those women from the past.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, but I didn’t have much time for in the past. I would always make up stories in my head though. It wasn’t until I decided to be more at home with the kids, that I had more time and started to write. It was quite spontaneous and felt very natural.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read them. I typically don’t respond, although I very much appreciate reviews. I feel I should not interfere with the process of reviewing. It’s a little different if I know the reviewer is an author, I may respond with a thank you, as a courtesy. Bad reviews; if you look at books that are generally considered excellent or have received tons of great publicity, there are always people who do not like them. Books are personal. It’s a matter of taste. You can’t win them all.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Promoting.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Yes, but there is a sequel out now as well, The Charm of Lost Chances, in which Sara returns to Dunnhill and is faced with a new mystery.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Not sure, I am thinking about writing a third and last sequel in the Dunnhill Series, and I am always working on some shorts and flash fiction for fun. We are expecting our third child, so we’ll see how it goes. I may be up to my elbows in diapers for a while…

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

So many. Seriously. And I have traveled a lot. But high on my list are Australia and New Zealand, I would love to visit those countries.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

That’s a hard question. Otters always seem to have a lot of fun…or else a bird? Flying would be neat.

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Travel more 🙂

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a bit of a tom boy. We had woods in our back yard and I was always out and about. My favorite toy? My imagination. I could play for hours lost in my own world. That and books (of course).

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Sara, my books’ protagonist has dreams, but I really don’t dream all that crazy. I dream a bit more now that I am pregnant, but hardly ever remember them when I wake up. Haven’t dreamed yet I am giving birth to puppies, which is a good thing.

 

 Thebabyonthebackporch

 

Title: The Baby on the Back Porch

Author: Lucia N Davis

Genre: Paranormal, Mystery Novella

Publisher: Orange Vine Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

An old cabin, hidden in the forests of the Northern Cascades, has been a silent witness to mysterious events long forgotten. But sometimes the past has a way of resurfacing…

In search of solace after a personal tragedy, Sara Eriksson exchanges vibrant San Francisco for a small mountain village. Initially, everything at the cabin is just as she imagined: Her new surroundings are breathtaking, and her landlord, David, is kind and helpful. As soon as she’s left alone, however, Sara finds her new home is not quite as peaceful as she’d thought. First, she has an unwanted visitor. Then, an unsettling dream…

Sara pursues the leads presented to her, but she can’t solve the mystery on her own. It takes both Sara and David to uncover the truth about the past—and discover a connection they never expected.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Do you need anything else, Ms. Eriksson?” Sara’s new landlord, David Sanders, scrutinized her with an amused expression. He had just shown her the cabin and explained the specifics, after which she had signed the rental agreement. Sara guessed he was in his early thirties. He was quite good-looking in a rugged sort of way, with his light brown hair, stubble, and outdoorsy clothing.

 

It was obvious to Sara that David thought her to be completely out of place in this cabin. She had perhaps overdressed a little for the occasion, wearing a designer blue sweater dress that complimented her deep blue eyes, leggings, and high-heeled brown boots, making her even taller than normal. She had to admit she did not look like she belonged in this rural mountain village. Her eyes glanced over David’s sturdy boots; the thought of donning similar footwear generated a surprisingly deep yearning for her beloved San Francisco.

 

“No, that will be all, Mr. Sanders. Thank you for your help,” she said coolly.

 

“You’re very welcome. Please, call me David. And don’t hesitate to call if you run into any issues with the house.”

 

“I won’t. Run into any issues, I mean. And it’s Sara.” She smiled politely.

 

“Sara it is. Have a nice day, Sara.” And with a quick wave he walked out the door.

 

After the roar of his pickup truck had died away, Sara busied herself with the coffeemaker. It was still early and she was due for her caffeine fix. Here she was, Sara Eriksson, twenty-eight years old, in the middle of the Northern Cascades, far away from all the big city noises and distractions, and most importantly, anything that might trigger painful memories. She was rather pleased with the little cabin she had found in this charming old mining village known as Dunnhill. It was built in the 1950s, but had been recently renovated and outfitted with everything she needed. There was no Internet connection, but then, she’d come here to write. Quiet and seclusion were what she had been looking for. Granted, there was a larger resort village close by, where she could access recreation and luxury at her leisure. Dunnhill, however, was just far enough away to leave her little cabin secluded on the outskirts of the village proper, quite by itself.

 

She pulled her wavy blond hair in a ponytail, poured herself a cup of the fresh coffee, and went to the solid wooden desk by the window overlooking the back yard. It seemed like an excellent spot for writing. She unpacked her computer and notebook and sat down behind the desk, admiring the view. The patch of grass outside glistened with drops of dew, the sun transforming it into a magical sparkling carpet. Some wildflowers were already blooming, supplying dabs of color amidst the fresh green. Around the clearing, solemn evergreen trees towered, swaying lightly in the breeze. The sunlight filtering through their feathery branches was playful, always moving, creating a dance of shadow and light. Floating dust particles reflected by the sun created the illusion of warmth, and deceivingly suggested the crisp morning air had already dissipated.

 

Sara wrinkled her nose and took a purposeful whiff of her coffee. The cabin had not seen frequent use, judging by the musty smell that lingered throughout the house. She opened the window, and along with the fresh air, the sounds of the back yard flooded in. Chirping birds resonantly celebrated the spring. Somewhere in the distance, a creek was softly murmuring. She sighed. This was perfect! As she took it all in, the thought appeared before she even noticed it forming.

 

Dad would have loved to photograph this.

 

A sharp pang gripped her chest. She rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling drained. She was so tired of grieving. How long before these uninvited thoughts stopped making her so sad?

She opened her computer to take her mind off her sorrow; emptying her suitcase would have to wait. Soon she was absorbed in her new project, typing on and off while occasionally pausing to sip her coffee. Oblivious to her surroundings, she failed to notice when the birds abruptly stopped chattering and everything grew eerily quiet.

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I24QO6Y

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30973910-the-baby-on-the-back-porch

 

Author Biography:

Lucia Davis is the author of The Dunnhill Series 1 and 2. The Baby on the Back Porch, a novelette, introduces the reader to Sara Eriksson and explains how she ends up in Dunnhill, leading to the mysterious things happening at her new cabin. In the novella The Charm of Lost Chances, Sara returns to Dunnhill, where again, she is faced with a new mystery from the past.

 

Lucia Davis lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. She loves traveling and has visited many countries over the years, experiencing different cultures and landscapes. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, hiking and doing yoga.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.luciadavis.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Lucia-N-Davis-477368475766993/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/LuciaNDavis

 

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