Today’s author spotlight features Gina Wynn, author of the fabulous book, What you Wish For. COMING SOON TO THE THREE WORLDS PRESS LINE-UP!
Gina is a British author who spends her stolen moments creating tales of romance. Her characters come alive on the page and if you don’t fall in love with Will Brian, you’re missing the boat. Stay with us for a little while and get to know the characters, then come back on the 17th for the cover reveal of this beautifully crafted novel. Look out below!… for an excerpt.
Maggie’s secrets and lies have always lurked in the shadows of her marriage to childhood best friend, Jake, and the magic of wishes and call of destiny from an alternate world seem to offer her the impossible – a second chance, and a new start. The husband she gains is a lonely man, married to Maggie’s alter-ego from his world, and he has always struggled to understand his wife. Will has long wished for his marriage to change and rediscovers what was missing when he spends time with Maggie. Although she is drawn to Will in this alternate world, Maggie must decide where her ‘love’ for Jake stops and ‘in love’ begins, and discover what happens when she shares her biggest secret with the stranger who has loved her since they met. Caught between two men in two different lives, it is essential Maggie learns whether she has the power to call one world ‘home’ without destroying the people she loves. Never stop wishing.
TWP: Did you model your main Character after any person? How are they similar and what makes them different?
GINA: No, I really didn’t. Maggie was as unfamiliar to me as she will be to readers. I don’t even have much of an idea what she looks like, beyond relatively messy curls.
TWP: Your book is being made into a movie and you get to pick any actors and actresses to play your characters. Pick your cast.
GINA: This is probably my worst sort of question! When I write, I don’t picture my characters beyond giving them (if they’re lucky!) hair and eye colour. Add to that they’re all British, too, so my actor and actress pool is decidedly limited, unless I can find a US actor/actress who can do a convincing British accent. J A lot of the actors and actresses I know in Hollywood are people I grew up watching, so they’re actually too old to play my characters, now, I think. I’ll have to go away and study the current movie scene and get back to you…. Oh! I thought of one. If Chris Hemsworth were a bit shorter, I might let him audition for Jake.
TWP: Tell us one thing about your main character that you think the reader needs to know.
GINA: Maggie keeps too many secrets – and probably makes things far worse for herself by doing so. I guess not everyone will sympathise/empathise with that trait, but nobody’s perfect.
TWP: Your main characters are burying a time capsule to be opened in the year 2100. What one thing would they each insist on being buried inside.
GINA: That’s a tricky one. I immediately thought of things Maggie might like to bury, but realised they’re far too near and dear to her heart for her to ever put them in the ground where she can’t see them anymore. Jake spends his life digging around in dirt, so he’s probably not too bothered about the time capsule…yep…he just walked away. Will wants to put something technological in, please, to show people of the future just how fast technology moves.
TWP: Set your favorite scene (tell us where and when it occurred and why it is your favorite)
GINA: I think one of my favourite scenes is a really small snippet of a much bigger section where Maggie and Will have just spent a day together in London. He drives them back to his house, and Maggie falls asleep in his car. When they arrive, in parks in the garage and wakes Maggie before carrying her into the house. It’s one of my favourite parts because it’s one of the first times we get to see how much Will values Maggie, we see some of his ridiculous sense of humour, and Maggie feels very safe. (The well-being of my MCs is very important to me. )
TWP: Give us one great line from your book (can be spoken by anyone).
GINA: Just one? J Okay then. It’s sort of a collection of lines, but they all belong together. I hope that’s okay.
“Have you ever done that thing where you drop something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of there.” – Will
TWP: What does your main character do that most gets on your nerves?
GINA: Keep secrets! No kidding. J I’m usually that annoying person reading a book or watching a movie, and wondering why the main character doesn’t just tell the secret and resolve the conflict so we can all go home. Luckily, Maggie’s secrets are a bit more complicated and telling the wouldn’t resolve anything. I might caution her to be a bit more open in future, though.
TWP: If you and your main character were both participants in the Hunger Games, who would last longer and why?
GINA: That’s a tricky one. Maggie is quick to adapt to new situations, and she’s got strength of character, so maybe her? On the other hand, I’m so nosy about everything, and never like unfinished business, so sheer grit and determination to remain alive might just see me through.
TWP: Your main character walks into Central Perk and meets the Friends gang. Who does he/she like best and why?
GINA: I think…Rachel. Phoebe is too dippy for her to really relate to, although she’d like her, and Monica is a little uptight. Rachel would give her enough sympathy in her predicament, and also a kick up the butt when she needs one. Maggie really needs a best friend, too. She wouldn’t necessarily ignore the men, but she has enough male influence in her life, already.
TWP: Choosing from your characters…who would you most like to…
See a movie with? And which movie?
GINA: I would go with Maggie to see The Lake House because I’ve heard she’d like it. (And then I’d make her binge-watch all the seasons of Fringe.)
TWP: Spend time with at a family reunion? (Have as family) Why?
GINA: I’d spend time with Mr. Brian because I think he’s probably under-appreciated.
TWP: Take out for a beer?
GINA: I don’t think I’d get a choice. That would have to be Jake.
TWP: Take to a haunted house?
GINA: Definitely Will.
TWP: Hang out with at a rock concert?
GINA: I might take Maggie’s mum, maybe? Not because I think she’d enjoy it, but because it would be amusing.
His mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile and he brushed his thumb across my cheek. I almost closed my eyes at the calm his touch brought me. I ached to rest my cheek in his palm, to let him soothe me. His hand fell away and I mourned the loss of contact, the loss of part of myself to want and wishes. I felt myself splitting, fracturing, dividing right there, and glanced at Will to see if he noticed.
He looked at me, eyes sharp and focused, and the weight of his hand pressed on my thigh through the blankets. “Have you ever done that thing where you drop something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of there.”
He narrowed his eyes as if in thought and I fought the urge to touch the tiny lines where his skin crinkled at the corners, to smooth them for him.
“You know, I think I dropped something once.” His voice emerged so quietly I barely heard him.
He met my gaze, and gave me a lop-sided grin. “To put it more crudely, I’m guessing I’m not the man you went to bed with, and you are definitely not the Maggie I fell asleep next to.”
His words jolted me, and I wrapped my arms over my waist.
“I’m not going crazy.” The last lament of a crazy woman. “This can only be a dream. Only a dream. Otherwise, I am crazy. Only a dream. Please?”
He shook his head, his smile sad. “Is that what you want, Maggie? For me to be a dream? To wake up?”
Before I even formed a thought, I shook my head. I didn’t want that.