Jen: Today we welcome Grace Risata to Romancing the Book. Grace, will you share a short bio with us?
Grace: My professional biography is as follows (I’m not sure why it’s in the third person, evidently that’s the rule): Grace Risata is very excited to share her novels with the world, and she hopes you enjoyed reading them as much as she enjoyed writing them. Grace would like to thank everyone for giving her books a chance and she welcomes all feedback. Grace is happiest when reading, eating Portillos hot dogs, and patiently waiting for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Grace: My last release was a Christmas story that came about while I got ready for the holidays. All my stories start out with the idea of, “What if…?” and this one was no different. “What if two old high school friends unexpectedly reconnected over the holidays….” and BAM the story was born.
I finished cutting the grass and I stood in the garage jotting down my story idea, when I heard a deep voice cough behind me. I looked up, and to my utter shock, saw Jason Fitzgerald staring at me. Crap. I looked horrible. Not only had I gained weight since high school, but this was NOT my finest outfit. I wore jeans that were way too tight on my rear, a rotten old T-shirt with a grass stain on the front, and my hair was piled into a messy ponytail that had somehow become lop-sided. I was dressed for the occasion…cutting the grass. NOT dressed to re-connect with my high school fantasy. Damn. I guess it really didn’t matter because he probably wasn’t here for me anyway. Why WAS he here?
“Yes?” I asked. Ugh. What’s wrong with me? That’s not how you greet the super-stud you would have given your left tit to make out with in high school, that’s how you greet a door-to-door salesman trying to sell you a vacuum. I was fairly certain Jason wasn’t selling vacuums. Although if he were selling sex, I’d be first in line to get a piece of that action. The years had been very kind to Jason. Extremely kind. He was still scorchingly hot. Melt-my-face-off hot. Want-to-do-nasty-things-to-him-in-bed hot. Some people leave high school and age badly. The star athletes get beer bellies and go bald while the cheerleaders end up with wrinkled faces and enormous butts. Jason looked even better than he had in high school, if that was possible. He was still tanned, still muscular, and still had that same cocky grin. Although now he was sporting some facial scruff, which made him all the more attractive in a manly kind of way. I grew weak at the knees. I must have also been staring because he cleared his throat and smiled in amusement. Whoa…Jason Fitzgerald was smiling at me!
“I think your newspaper blew out of the box and ended up across the street. I just wanted to drop it off for you,” he said.
“Oh, it’s not my newspaper,” I stammered, “because I don’t live here anymore. I have my own place. Because I’m an adult and I moved out. Not that you’re NOT an adult because you moved back in with your parents. Not that I know that. I mean I do know that, but not for any weird reason.” SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP! Stupid brain. Tell the loud mouth to QUIT TALKING. No wonder I had no dates in high school.
Jason raised his eyebrows and the corner of his lip tilted up again. That was the second smile I got out of him. It was so unbelievably sexy.
“Speaking of me living with my parents again…I was going through some old yearbooks of mine. I actually found something in there that I wanted to show you. Can you come over for a quick minute?”
What, now? No way. He did NOT just say that. Jason Fitzgerald wanted ME to come over and go through his yearbooks because he wanted to show me something? I had a hard time believing that. He was older than I was. I only had one yearbook that he was in. What the hell could he want to show me? Thank God he wasn’t asking to see one of my yearbooks. He would be very entertained with the hearts and flowers I drew all over his pictures. There must be something else he wanted and he was just using the yearbooks as an excuse to get me over there. What could he want from me? I had no clue, but I was not about to pass up the chance to find out.
“Sure, that sounds great,” I blurted. I’ll just go across the street to Jason Fitzgerald’s house to look at his yearbook. Just me and him. Him and I. In his basement. If the “me” from ten years ago could see the “me” now….holy crap…she’d be giving me a high-five.
Jen: Describe an ideal date.
Grace: Good food, good conversation, sweet kiss at the end.
Jen: Favorite dance move?
Grace: When Patrick Swayze picked up Baby, because NO ONE puts her in a corner. Oh, wait…did you mean a move I have to do myself? PASS. Next question!
Jen: Favorite picnic food?
Grace: Peanut Butter.
Jen: Favorite place to vacation?
Grace: Somewhere WARM and beachy.
Jen: Favorite animal?
Grace: Labrador Retriever
Jen: Describe your life in one word.
Jen: Invention you can’t live without?
Grace: Internet. I’m an addict.
Jen: How neat is your work environment?
Grace: Random bits of paper scattered everywhere in piles and I can never find anything. So…quite tidy!
Jen: Which reality show would you want to be on?
Grace: Jeopardy because it would be hilarious to watch me think I know all the answers and then freeze up like a deer caught in the headlights when I went on camera.
Jen: Favorite book made into a movie?
Grace: NO!! I always like the book infinitely better than the movie. I like to see the story in my head as it unfolds, not see someone else’s vision on the big screen. If I had to pick, Harry Potter.
Jen: Fries or onion rings?
Grace: Fries, but only because I had to choose. I love onions!
Jen: Camping or hotel?
Grace: Hotel! I can’t stand mosquitos!
Jen: What’s next for you?
Grace: I’m currently working on a story where two strangers meet online and form a most interesting relationship where sparks fly! I hope to have it finished by the end of February.
We have 3 Kindle copies of Mowed to give away. To enter, leave a comment either asking Grace another fun question or tell us your ideal date. Oh, and don’t forget to leave your email address in your comment so that Grace can contact you. Winners will be chosen after Sunday, February 18th.