VIRTUAL VISIT WITH SKYE TAYLOR

VIRTUAL AUTHOR VISIT WITH SKYE TAYLOR

Skye Taylor, mother, grandmother and returned Peace Corps Volunteer, loves adventure and lives in St Augustine Florida where she enjoys the history of America’s oldest city, walking on the beach, and volunteering with the USO. Her published work includes Bullseye, The Candidate, The Camerons of Tide’s Way series and Iain’s Plaid. Visit her website: www.Skye-writer.com to read her short stories and essays about her time spent in the South Pacific with the Peace Corps. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Florida Writer’s Association, RWA and Women’s Fiction Writer’s Association. Skye has twice won silver in the Royal Palm Literary Awards with Healing a Hero and Worry Stone, and The Candidate placed second for Strong Romantic Elements in the ACRA Reader’s Choice Awards.

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About Bullseye: A Jesse Quinn Mystery (Jesse Quinn Mysteries Book 1)

Publication date: Feb 26, 2020

Publisher: SandCastle Books

Genre: Mystery

Dan Hoffman’s wife is dead. His fingerprints are on the glass prism she was bludgeoned with, and powerful people want him in cuffs. But Detective Jesse Quinn has a history with Dan and she believes he’s innocent. A man on the run claims the murder is tied to a long-ago cover-up over an incident in Afghanistan. Four people are dead, and two attempts have been made. A rival in the Sheriff’s office wants to take over the investigation and time is running out. Will Jesse be able to put all the pieces together before she is sidelined and Dan arrested for his wife’s murder?

Buy the book: Bullseye: A Jesse Quinn Mystery (Jesse Quinn Mysteries Book 1)

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2vvBwZl

Interview with Skye Taylor

How long have you been writing fiction? When did you start?

Most of my life, but seriously disrupted by the raising of a family and caring for a sick husband. Been writing novel length fiction for almost thirty years now and after many disheartening rejections, I sold my first book, a mainstream, The Candidate, to Wings Press in 2012. My Tide’s Way series was contracted by Belle Bridge Books in 2013.

Why did you start —what triggered your writing?

I had an English teacher in Junior and Senior years of high school who really challenged me and created the spark. On that first day in his class, I thought I was doomed when he advised us that he would deduct 5 points for every misspelled word. I might not have been the world’s worst speller, but I wasn’t far from the top of that list. But then he handed out dictionaries and told us they could remain on our desks during quizzes and tests and he expected us to look the word up if we weren’t sure. That began my exploration into a far more varied vocabulary and a love for words. His assignments made me dig deep as well, and I discovered I had a gift for writing that might never had come to light had I not had Mr. Keyes for two very formative years in my education.

Do you ever get “stuck” when writing—have trouble beginning a project or getting through it? If so, how do you handle those “work-in-progress” ruts?

Before when I wrote romance, and even for the most part my mainstream, The Candidate, the story itself was character driven. I wrote lengthy dossiers on my main characters and shorter ones for the supporting cast so I knew them all pretty good. I plopped them into the inciting incident and let them run with the ball. I always knew where they would end up and most of the time even wrote the final scenes before the rest of the book, but the characters’ reactions to events drove the bus. I was a true pantser. Now I’ve given myself a whole new challenge – mystery/police procedural. It’s a whole new ball game. I need to know who did it, how, when, why, who knew about it etc because I need to drop those hints along the way and my heroine needs to solve the mystery in a logical way. I am forced to do some plotting and writing an outline stops me dead in my tracks. I spend whole days struggling with what comes next sometimes and pine for the easy of my previous method. But I’ve lost interest in today’s romance genre – I read a blurb that sounds interesting, and buy the book, only to be disappointed with the feeling I’ve read this before. If that’s what’s selling then I’m no longer interested in writing it. So I moved on.

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? The least?

I love all the writing parts, even the editing, revising, rewriting and the research. What I HATE is the marketing.

Tell us an interesting fact or hidden secret about one of the characters that we wouldn’t know by reading the book.

Seth Cameron, who is a friend and former tutor for my heroine’s son Mike, and a hopeful love interest for Jesse, is a cousin to the Camerons in the Tide’s Way series. In book 2 we’ll begin to see some of that connection when Jesse discovers that Seth has spent most of his life believing that his older brother, Sam, who disappeared one night while away at college is not dead as everyone else, his family and the police who investigated the disappearance believe. Seth has a whole box of notes and information he’s dug up over the years in an effort to find his brother or at least find out what happened to him.

Interview with Jesse Quinn

Interviewer: Good afternoon, Deputy Detective Jessalyn Quinn, or do you prefer to be called Jesse?

Jesse: Only my mother and my ex call me Jessalyn but everyone who knows the real me calls me Jesse. I like it because my dad used to call me Jesse Girl when I was little. He was killed in the line of duty when I was twelve he’s the reason I wanted to be a cop. I aspire to be a law enforcement officer he would have been proud of.

Interviewer: So, I guess you’ve wanted to be in law enforcement all your life.

Jesse: Pretty much. I tried living the life my mother thought proper for a southern lady. You know, dutiful wife and mother, active in the community and all that stuff. But it didn’t work out. And it definitely wasn’t fulfilling once my kids got to school age and started having a life of their own. Elliott, my ex, was another mistake, but the less said about him the better. When that life began to unravel I enrolled at the Police Academy and got a job with the St John’s County Sheriff’s department right after graduating. And I love my work.

Interviewer: But does your work sometimes interfere with your family life? It must be hard being a good mom and a good cop.

Jesse: Mike only has two years left in high school and Jacqui’s a freshman. They’re good kids and for the most part, I trust them to make good decision. Sometimes I do get caught up on a case and I worry what might be going on at home when I can’t be there, but so far I’ve been able to balance the two pretty well. Jacqui’s just turned thirteen and wants to be 21 so I have to be especially vigilant with her, but her father, while he wasn’t much of a husband, is a good dad to his daughter and he’s been there when I can’t be. My mom has taken Jacqui under her wing too so there’s that. And Mike has Seth.

Interviewer: Who’s Seth?

Jesse: He started out as Mike’s tutor. Mike wasn’t okay with his father taking off for a younger woman and his grades were slipping badly. So, Seth came into his life, got him back on track in school, then stayed around to be all the things Mike’s dad never had the time for.

Interviewer: So, is there a new man in your life, or have you turned your back on that kind of relationship? Once burned, twice shy and all.

Jesse: (blushing a little) Well, Seth has hung around for more than just Mike. I tried to pretend there was nothing there and once Mike was doing okay, Seth would be gone. But he’s more persistent than that. And incredibly patient, waiting for me to loosen up, and maybe take a chance on him. He’s good company, a good listener and a great cook. I don’t know if it will ever be more than just friendship, but . . . who knows. Maybe.

Interviewer: So, tell me a little about your work. How did you end up on the Major Crimes Squad?

Jesse: Being a detective is a lot more rewarding than riding in a patrol car ever was. Some of the things a deputy sees, no one should ever have to see. People can be incredibly stupid or just as incredibly evil. Some folk just get into trouble without half trying. Being on patrol is day after day of dealing with the worst of people every day and the best of people on their worst days. Major Crimes has its share, more than its share, of just plain evil, way too much human suffering and pain, but it’s also rewarding when you solve the puzzle. Figure out who did it and nail them. Sometimes you have to tell someone a loved one has perished and that’s never easy, but when you manage to track down the perpetrator and throw in them in jail, you get to go back and give the family some sense of justice. That’s the rewarding part. And sometimes you get to intervene in someone’s plan to hurt another, save a kid from a life of sexual slavery, or drugs, or convince a battered wife to finally leave her spouse and start healing again. At the end of the day, I know I’ve made a difference, and that’s what makes this job worth the hardships and the ugliness, time away from family or just the nightmares you live with for the rest of you life.

Interviewer: Well, Detective Quinn, it’s been interesting chatting with you, but I can hear your phone beeping so I guess I better let you get back to your work. Thanks for coming in today.  

Jesse: (Reaching for her phone) It was my pleasure. Thank you for having me.

Excerpt from Bullseye

The tang of salty air filled my senses as I gazed up at the familiar, sprawling mansion where I’d spent so much of my youth. Hanging out with my ex’s sister and being courted by Elliott the Rat while the house still belonged to the Edwards family.

Then there was that intense fling I wasn’t so proud of. The one with Dan Hoffman, current owner of the property.

Dan had called 911 when he arrived home from work and found his wife Laney unconscious. According to Lt. Ward, Dan had desperately demanded an ambulance, but when the EMT rig rolled in the wife was already dead.

I ducked under the yellow crime scene tape stretched across the cobblestone drive, and strode toward the house. At the top of the wide, stone staircase a handsome black rookie stepped into my path.

“Ma’am? This is a crime scene. No one is—”

I shoved the front of my suit jacket aside. As he gawked at the badge hanging on a lanyard around my neck, I held out my ID folder.

He accepted the black folder. “Jessalyn Quinn.” He frowned, then his head jerked up and his eyes met mine. “You’re Jesse Quinn? The Jesse Quinn?”

“That would be me.” I tried to add a jaunty grin.

“But you’re . . . I mean—”

I made the tsking sound Mother never missed an opportunity to scold me for. “Too short? Too female? Looks can be deceiving. Didn’t they teach you that at the academy?”

Nothing about my diminutive, tailored appearance matches the reputation of an impetuous rookie barely off probation who had taken out three armed thieves at a convenience store my first week alone on the job. I’d been far too hasty back then and way overconfident. However, having prevailed in spite of taking a round in my thigh, the incident had gained me creds. Big time. No one had ever questioned my ability to handle myself since if you didn’t count the testosterone-laden ribbing dished out on a regular basis.

“Sorry, Detective Quinn. No disrespect meant.” The young deputy started poking at the electronic tablet he held, logging my information and the time I’d arrived.

“None taken.” I slipped my ID back into my pocket. “Were you first on the scene?”

He nodded. “I was just a couple blocks away. Got here before the EMTs.”

“Deputy—” I glanced at his name tag. “MacKenzie. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Just ask for Mac,” he replied, nodding. 

“Mac,” I repeated as I stepped past him and into the cool interior of the beautiful old house.

When I’d stepped out of my cruiser, the tidal wave of déjà vu had been strong, but inside, the clash of history, of memories good and bad, swelled in my chest. I did my best to ignore the tightness and inspect my surroundings impartially.

My sturdy, leather-soled shoes clicked loudly on the bare, hardwood floor that had once been covered with a luxurious Oriental carpet. A carpet that had tickled my bare backside on more than one occasion. Another wave of shame burned through me as I hurried through to the next room.

The old family room hit me even harder. I clenched my teeth and forced the memories back into the box where they belonged.

Published by Christopher G. Bremicker

Special Forces medic stationed at Ft. Bragg NC from 1968 to 1970. BA English and MBA, both from University of Minnesota. Fisherman, grouse hunter, downhill skier.. Plays handball and reviews theater. Present job at Walgreens in St. Paul MN is forty-sixth job since high school. Hometown is Cable WI.

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