My Interview with Heather Fraser Brainerd
Please welcome author Heather Fraser Brainerd!
Tell us a bit about yourself and what you are currently working on or promoting.
After careers in both insurance claims and early childhood education, I finally settled into writing full time. I love it! At the moment, I’m awaiting the release of Act of Abduction, the third installment in the José Picada, PI series. I’m also working on book four of the series with my brother/co-author, David Fraser.
What genre(s) do you write in?
Paranormal mystery, YA paranormal romance, and MG fantasy.
What sets you apart from other authors in your genre?
Everything I write seems to end up with quite a bit of humor mixed in. You might not expect this with paranormal sub-genres, but it works!
What are your three favorite books?
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Mystery by Peter Straub, and anything Harry Potter.
Who is your favorite author and why?
Peter Straub. He’s a very visual writer.
What are you currently reading?
Coincidentally, I’m reading The Brothers’ Keepers right now. It’s excellent.
How do you keep sane as a writer?
Having a writing partner keeps me sane. Whenever I get into a bout of writer’s block, talking it through with my brother helps clear the way.
If you could be any character in literature, who would you choose to be?
Hermione Granger. Brains + strength of character + magic = awesomeness.
If someone wrote a book about your life, what would it be called?
What do you like best/least about writing?
The first thing that came to mind for “least” was “marketing.” But when I really think about it, my marketing efforts have led to friendships with people all over the world. It’s been an unexpected blessing.
Do you think a writer should write every day?
I know this goes against conventional wisdom, but no. If I force myself to write every day, I get garbage. I have to be inspired to write.
Tell us something about yourself that few people know.
I have a tattoo taken from the cover of my favorite book. Can you guess which book it is?
If you could marry a fictional character, who would it be?
As my bio says, “If she could marry a fictional character—and if she wasn’t already quite happily spoken for—she would be Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.”
Please share your social media links with us, including where the book(s) may be purchased:
Blog: Driving Blind: http://drivingblindproductions.wordpress.com
Thank you, Heather, for sharing your time with us. I wish you all the best with your writing. Please keep us posted on the latest developments.
Here is a blurb and excerpt from Heather’s up coming release, Act of Abduction (José Picada, PI, Book Three) by Heather Fraser Brainerd and David Fraser
Josie P. Cates, P.I., springs back into action when an old colleague from her insurance days calls in desperate need of a detective. A number of his claimants have gone missing, and the police are eyeing him as a suspect. Josie embarks on the case while simultaneously juggling friends and relationships, only to find that the case leads her back to a former adversary. With another foray into the dark and mystical looming before her, will Josie find the strength for one more supernatural battle? Or will she just go for a pizza with her new boyfriend?
The woman perched on the edge of the chair and placed her patent leather pocketbook in her lap. There was no way the thing could be called a purse. It had an uber-vintage look that put it smack in the pocketbook category.
I took my seat behind the desk. “So, what brings you in?”
“I…” The woman paused as her voice caught in her throat. “I think someone’s trying to kill me, Miss Cates.”
I leaned forward in my chair. “What makes you say that?”
“Strange things have been happening lately.”
“What kind of strange things?”
“A lot of…near-misses.”
“Near-misses? Such as?”
“Well, I was almost run over last Tuesday during my morning walk.”
I pulled a pen and pad from a desk drawer. “Did you get the car’s license plate?”
“It wasn’t a car.”
“A truck, then? SUV, maybe?”
“It was a moped.”
I looked at her for a beat. “You were almost run over by a moped?”
She nodded her perfectly coiffed head. “Yes. I jumped out of the way and it missed me by a matter of inches.”
“Okay. What else?”
“Well, just the other day, I was strolling down Main Street when a piano just about fell on my head.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why, yes. I had just passed the Wiltsie Crump building when I heard a tremendous crash just behind me. I looked back, and there was a piano, smashed to bits on the sidewalk.”
“You mean, like, someone was hoisting a piano to an upper floor and the ropes broke or they let go or something?” Did people actually hoist pianos, other than in cartoons?
She nodded, her large eyes serious. “Yes. But by the time I realized what had happened and looked up to see who had dropped it, they were gone.”
“Okay. Is that it?”
“Oh, I wish it were. The most serious one happened just this morning. That’s why I decided I had to come and see you.”
She leaned in and said in a near-whisper, “My toaster exploded.”
“Your toaster exploded?”
She nodded. “I suspect that someone tampered with it.”
“And who might do that, Miss…uh—”
“Miss Scarlet,” she supplied. “My name is Miss Scarlet.”
“Of course it is,” I mumbled. She wasn’t out of some retro fashion magazine; she was straight out of a black and white detective movie. Or maybe, given the falling pianos and exploding toasters, a cartoon. “Do you know who might want to hurt you, Miss Scarlet?”
“I’ve no idea.”