Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Interview - Review - Carla Neggers - The Spring At Moss Hill - Showcase

Please welcome back to the blog one of my favorite authors, Carla Neggers. I've enjoyed all her stories and the two series she's got running now are wonderful. So sit back and enjoy our chat about her latest release, number 7 in her Swift River Valley series, The Spring at Moss Hill.





















ISBN-13: 9780778318675
Publisher: Mira
Release Date: 1/26/2016
Length: 352pp
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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers returns to charming Swift River Valley, where spring is the time for fresh starts and new beginnings…
Kylie Shaw has found a home and a quiet place to work as an illustrator of children's books in little Knights Bridge, Massachusetts. No one seems to know her here—and she likes it that way. She carefully guards her privacy in the refurbished nineteenth-century hat factory where she has a loft. And then California private investigator Russ Colton moves in.
Russ is in Knights Bridge to keep his client and friend, eccentric Hollywood costume designer Daphne Stewart, out of trouble. Keeping tabs on Daphne while she considers starting a small children's theater in town doesn't seem like a tough job until he runs into Kylie. Her opposition to converting part of the old hat factory into a theater is a challenge. But his bigger challenge is getting Kylie to let loose a little…like the adventurous characters she depicts in her work.
Kylie and Russ have more in common than they or anyone else would ever expect. They're both looking for a place to belong, and if they're able to let go of past mistakes and learn to trust again, they might just find what they need in Knights Bridge…and each other.

Read en Excerpt:

What do you think a private investigator would want me to stock in his fridge and pantry?"
The provocative question came from Ruby O'Dunn, up front by the cash register at the Swift River Country Store, a fixture in Knights Bridge, Massachusetts, for at least a century. Ruby was speaking to Christopher Sloan, a local firefighter. Kylie Shaw, out of sight in the wine section, had spotted them coming into the store. Now she wished she'd been paying closer attention to their conversation. Private investigator? What private investigator?
"He's from Beverly Hills," Chris said. "I'd start with that."
"He works for a Beverly Hills law firm. I don't know if he's actually from Beverly Hills."
"Close enough."
"It'd almost be easier if we were having him stay with my mother. She's got a fully stocked kitchen."
"She also has goats."
"Don't get me started. I cleaned out their stalls this morning. It's bedlam at her place. Even staying there a few days would be a lot to ask. Moss Hill is a much better choice."
Kylie held tight to a bottle of expensive champagne.
Moss Hill?
Moss Hill was a former nineteenth-century hat factory that had undergone extensive renovations and opened in March, with offices, meeting space and residences. She'd moved into one of its four loft-style apartments five weeks ago. So far, she was the only tenant. She accepted that the other three apartments wouldn't stay empty, but she hadn't ever—not once—imagined a private investigator moving in, even temporarily.
She missed what Chris said in response to Ruby. Ruby went on about wild mushrooms, artisan cheese and artichokes, but Chris finally told her to focus on basics. "Put a six-pack in the fridge," he said. "It'll be fine."
Ruby muttered something Kylie couldn't make out, and Chris left, apparently with a six-pack of his own.
Kylie placed the champagne in her basket. She'd promised herself she would take time to celebrate once the daffodils were in bloom, and they were definitely in bloom. The last time she'd come up for air and tried to celebrate had been in August. She'd ended up at a Red Sox game with a negative, burned-out carpenter who complained for seven innings. She'd been relieved when the game didn't go into extra innings and had told him she'd had a call from her sister, a veterinary student at Tufts, to get out of going back to Knights Bridge with him. Before that, she'd split a bottle of wine with a condescending sculptor in Paris, celebrating her first children's book as both author and illustrator. These little children's drawings you do are sweet, Kylie, but… He'd shrugged, leaving her to imagine the rest of what he was pretending to be too polite to say. She couldn't make a living as an illustrator, they weren't real art, they weren't any good, anyone could do it. It had been that kind of but.
She headed to the cash register with her basket. She could always have her champagne alone on her balcony and toast the stars and the moon, with gratitude.
Maybe invite the Beverly Hills PI.
That'd be the day. She didn't plan to do anything to invite his scrutiny.
Ruby was lifting a basket off a stack by the register. Kylie had met all four O'Dunn sisters around town—the country store, the library, the town offices where their mother worked—but didn't know any of them well. She'd moved to Knights Bridge last summer and kept telling herself she wanted to get to know people there, but so far, they remained acquaintances, not friends. Ruby and Ava, fraternal twins and the youngest O'Dunns, were theater graduate students, Ava in New York, Ruby in Boston. A natural redhead like her three sisters, Ruby had dyed her hair plum-black and tied it back with a bright pink scarf. She wore a long black skirt, a white T-shirt and a denim jacket, with black boots and no jewelry.
"Oh, Kylie, hi," Ruby said. "I didn't see you back there."
"I couldn't resist the wine sale."
"Ah. Champagne, I see. Excellent. Did you hear Chris Sloan and me talking just now? A private investigator will be here from California tomorrow. He'll be staying in the apartment across the hall from you."
"What's he investigating?"
"One of his clients is giving a master class at Moss Hill next Saturday," Ruby said. "Daphne Stewart—she has roots in town."
"She was here last September for the vintage fashion show at the library," Kylie said. "Hollywood costume designer. I remember."
"Did you go?"
"No, I didn't." She'd been fiddling with a project ahead of hitting the Send button. Work was always her excuse for not being more social. "I heard it was a great success."
"The fashion show raised a lot of money for the library and the historical society." Ruby hooked her basket on one arm. "Daphne's a character. Russ Colton—the private investigator arriving tomorrow—is making sure everything's set for her arrival. It'll be Moss Hill's first public event. You should come, Kylie. You'll be right there."
"Thanks. I'll give it some thought."
Ruby held up her basket. "I need to fill this up. I should get moving. Good to see you."
"You, too," Kylie said, but Ruby had spotted someone she knew and taken off down the canned-goods aisle.
Kylie set her basket on the counter.
A private investigator and a respected, longtime Hollywood costume designer on their way to town—to Moss Hill.
Just what I need.
She held back a groan. If she couldn't fake excitement, best to be neutral.
She unloaded her groceries. In addition to the champagne, she'd picked up plain yogurt, cheddar cheese, flax-seed bread, coffee and mixed spring greens, all local to her quiet part of New England, west of Boston.
After paying for her groceries, she stepped outside. The beautiful April afternoon greeted her like a warm smile from a friend. She took in the quaint, picturesque village center. She was standing on Main Street, opposite the common, an oval-shaped green surrounded by classic houses, the library, churches, the town hall and a handful of small businesses. The long winter had released its grip. The grass was green, the trees were leafing out, and daffodils were in bloom. She had been working nonstop for weeks—months—and getting out into the warm spring air felt remarkably good, almost as if she'd come to life herself.
She noticed dark-haired, broad-shouldered Christopher Sloan farther down Main Street. He was the fifth of the six Sloan siblings, with four older brothers. She couldn't imagine having five brothers. She didn't have any brothers. The O'Dunns and the Sloans and other families had lived in Knights Bridge for decades, even for generations. Ruby and Chris had grown up together. That created bonds and a familiarity that Kylie couldn't pretend to have in her adopted town.
Or want.
Not now at least.
She arranged her groceries in her bike bags, aware of a vague uneasiness about the arrival of a private investigator at Moss Hill. It wasn't just that she wasn't thrilled about it. She'd worked hard not to draw attention to herself during her months in Knights Bridge.
But it would all work out, she told herself as she climbed on to her bike. She had champagne, food and coffee. If she so much as sensed this Russ Colton was going to cause trouble for her, she could hide out in her apartment for days, content in her world of evil villains, handsome princes and daring princesses.
Moss Hill was quiet even for a Saturday afternoon. Kylie's mud-spattered Mini was the only vehicle in the parking lot, so new it didn't have a single pit or pothole. She could feel the ten-mile round-trip ride in her thighs as she jumped off her bike. She'd relished the slight breeze and the fresh scents of spring in the air on this warmest day of the year so far.
She grabbed her groceries out of her bike bags and gave them a quick check. Somehow she'd managed not to break or spill anything. She started to slip her phone into her jacket pocket but saw she had a voice mail.
Her sister, Lila, three years younger, still hard at work as a veterinary student in Boston. Also still a chronic worrier who was convinced her only sibling was turning into a recluse.
Kylie listened to the message, smiling at its predictability. "I hope you're not answering because you're off having a great time with friends. Call back whenever. Just saying hi."
Lila had known at four that she wanted to be a veterinarian like their father. She'd never wavered. Kylie had always been more interested in drawing pictures of the animals that came in and out of the Shaw clinic than in operating on them.
She hadn't been out with friends. She'd missed her sister's call because she'd turned off her phone while she was on her bike.
She'd call Lila back later.
Kylie left her bike on the rack by the front entrance and followed a breezeway to the residential building, the smaller of the two brick-faced structures that formed the mill, or at least what remained of its original complex. Built in 1860 to capitalize on the burgeoning market for palm-leaf straw hats, the renovated mill was situated on a small river on the outskirts of town. Its namesake rose up across the road.
Moss Hill was one of the many knobs and hills that formed the uplands that had helped make the region attractive as a source of drinking water for metropolitan Boston. The bowl-shaped Swift River Valley had caught the eye of engineers and politicians, and the massive Quabbin Reservoir was created in the decades prior to World War II. Four small towns were disincorporated, their populations relocated, their homes and businesses razed, their graves and monuments moved, and Windsor Dam and Goodnough Dike were built, blocking the flow of three branches of the Swift River and Beaver Brook and, through the 1940s, allowing the valley to flood.
Even before Quabbin, the mill had been in decline, little realistic hope for its future. Straw hats had been going out of fashion, and by 1930, the mill stopped producing them. Subsequent owners hadn't succeeded with alternative businesses. Eventually, the old buildings were boarded up and abandoned. A few years ago, a local architect and his business partners had bought the property and begun the painstaking process of demolition, renovation and refurbishment.
Kylie took the industrial-style stairs to the second floor. In addition to its four apartments, the building included a well-equipped exercise room, lounge and lower-level parking and storage. Although she'd grown up in the western exurbs of Boston, she'd never heard of Knights Bridge until a friend, an art professor recently hired by the University of Iowa, had told her about her country house. You need a place to work for a few months, and I need a renter until I figure out what to do.
Kylie had only meant to stay in Knights Bridge three months—long enough to catch up on work and clear her head. But three months had turned into six, then eight, and when her friend decided to sell the house because Iowa was just too far away, she had taken a look at Moss Hill.
She'd been captivated by the transformation of the old mill and had surprised herself when she fell in love with her second-floor loft-style apartment. She'd loved the house she'd been renting, too. Charming, quiet and romantic, it had cried out for kids, dogs, chickens—a family.
She unlocked her door and went inside, relaxing now that she was back in her space. She set her groceries on the counter in the kitchen area. She was only a little more than a month into living here, but the open layout suited her. Tall ceilings, arched floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river, brick and white-painted walls and gleaming wood floors combined old and new, the specialty, she'd come to learn, of the owner and architect, Mark Flanagan. He'd thought of everything to make the space comfortable, contemporary and efficient. His wife, who worked at a local sawmill owned by her family, had helped with the finishing touches.
Since her previous rental had come furnished, Kylie had been scrambling to get things pulled together for this place. A buttery-leather sectional had been delivered a week ago, and she'd finally given up a ratty futon she'd dragged out of her parents' basement and bought a decent bed, queen-size with washed-linen sheets. She hated scratchy sheets.
She'd brought her worktable with her. She'd made it herself in college out of a finished birch-wood door on trestles, and it had gone with her almost everywhere since then. Not Paris or London; she'd left it in storage then.
She put the champagne in the refrigerator. She needed something concrete to celebrate before she opened it. It didn't have to be big, but it had to be more than daffodils being in bloom. That felt forced.
Because it is forced, she thought.
She put away the rest of her groceries and flopped on the couch, tugging the clip out of her hair, which, despite being pulled back, was tangled from her bike ride. It was pale blond and past her shoulders, and she kept promising herself she would get to a hair salon. She was okay with a pair of scissors and could manage a quick trim, but she wasn't a pro.
Too restless to sit for long, she got to her feet, yanking off the lightweight jacket she'd worn into town. She kicked off her shoes and walked in her stocking feet to her worktable. She'd been working on Little Red Riding Hood for only a few days. It was the third in a series of fairy tales she was illustrating. She'd finishedHansel and Gretel and Sleeping Beauty.
She knew it would take some effort to get her into the world of a clever wolf, a dark forest and an adventurous girl with a picnic basket.
Kylie sank onto her chair, feeling unsettled, strangely out of her element. Had she made a mistake moving here?
But she knew she hadn't. As fantastic as it was, the house she'd rented had made her think about what she didn't have. This place worked fine, given her solitary ways and her bad luck with men.
 



Carla hi! Welcome back to the blog, you were just recently a part of my holiday bash. Thank you!
Did you do anything special for the Holidays this year?
We had our gang to our hilltop house in Vermont. No white Christmas this year, but what fun seeing the festivities through the eyes of our two little grandchildren. Next Christmas we’ll have a new granddaughter joining us! Our daughter is due in mid-April.

Are you a New Year resolution maker?
I don’t do resolutions, but I do an assessment of the previous year – it’s a great way to let go of the past and look forward to the new year -- and I do specific goals that excite and inspire me. Last year, one of my goals was to run my first half-marathon. Actually, it was my first race, too. And I did it! I completed the Covered Bridges Half Marathon in June, crossing the finishing line not far from my home.

Today you’re here to talk about your new Swift River Valley novel, The Spring at Moss Hill. Tell my readers about it.
Kylie Shaw, a children’s book illustrator, discovers a California private investigator is arriving in Knights Bridge to make sure no one is going to cause trouble for a client and friend, a Hollywood costume designer returning to her little New England hometown. Russ Colton can’t imagine this will be anything but a boring trip, until he meets Kylie and figures out she’s harboring a secret. They’re an unusual pair but they have more in common than they think!

Carla one thing that always stands out to me when I’m reading one of your novels is your ability to make me feel a part of the scene, like I’m right there. I know you often travel to your novel destinations but when you’re writing your scenes are you there in your memory or do you use visual aids?
First and foremost, I like to see the setting through the eyes of the viewpoint character. For instance, Kylie, a native New Englander who’s been living in Knights Bridge for several months, sees the landscape differently than Russ, who’s visiting for the first time. I grew up on the western edge of the Quabbin Reservoir in a small town much like Knights Bridge, so I can draw on both memories and visual aids. Best of all is visiting the area myself. We were just there for a family get-together at my mother’s house.

Keeping on this subject, I imagine you in your writing office/study referring to a large wall map of your fictional town and surrounding areas complete with pictures of the library, the school, the old mill etc..
How close am I?
What a great idea! I’ve often thought about getting a large bulletin board, and now I know what to do with one. I have a binder, shelves of books and notes in Evernote with hand-drawn maps of fictional Knights Bridge, real-life maps of the area, photos of the valley towns lost to the building of the Quabbin Reservoir…all sorts of things. I also visit the area often, easy to do with my mother and other family still there. What I do have in my office is an original painting of poppies I bought in Ireland a few years go. It’s so cheerful, and it never fails to inspire me.

I know Knights Bridge is a fictional place but the Quabbin reservoir and surroundings are real and in fact you grew up around there.
When researching for these novels do you occasionally dig up something that still surprises you?
Absolutely! All the time. I’ve been especially surprised and charmed by the readers who are discovering the series and have roots in the four small towns that were cleared out and razed to build the reservoir in the 1930s. I’ve even heard from people who grew up there who’ve shared memories with me. Truly rewarding and unexpected.

Speaking of Knights Bridge is it based on any one town or a combination of places?
It’s a combination, really. My many, many hours in my hometown library inspired the Knights Bridge library, which plays a role in The Spring at Moss Hill as well as the other books in the series, but I also know and love the other small towns that surround the reservoir.

Carla you seem to choose to write series over stand alones.
Why?
It’s not always a calculated decision but one that rises out of the stories, characters and settings. When I was writing Secrets of the Lost Summer, the first book in the Swift River Valley series, I actually wasn’t sure it would launch a series, but so many stories kept bubbling up from little Knights Bridge. I knew I wasn’t done yet!

Carla I love revisiting characters from your past novels.
Have you ever had a character you couldn’t wait to be rid of?
Ha, good question! It’s more often the case that I don’t want to let go of characters than be rid of them. I can’t think of one I wanted to be rid of (that didn’t get killed off, anyway!).

Thank you so much for chatting with me again it’s always a pleasure to have you visit the blog. Does your website include events/author signings? And just so you know if you’re ever in my area I’m there because meeting you is on my bucket list!
I would love to meet you! We must make that happen. I keep a calendar on my website with my various events. I always look forward to meeting readers. I’ve been careful with my spring schedule because of the baby, but I plan to be at the national Romance Writers of America conference in San Diego in July.  Thank you so much for having me to your great blog and for your insightful questions! Happy reading!

My Review courtesy RT Magazine
 
Neggers is back with another episode in her quintessential New England series, where her masterful attention to detail, conversational dialogue and past-character catch-up expertly draw readers into her potent mix of romance, mystery and small-town drama. The sweet ending, the ingenious relationship evolution of her insightful, unforgettable, lonely couple and factual Quabbin reservoir history set it apart.
Iconic Hollywood costume designer Daphne Stewart has “bad feelings” about her upcoming visit to Knights Bridge, Mass. She’s hired Russ Colton to flush out any problems. He finds a quaint, rumor-filled town and one very pretty, cagey illustrator. Could she be a threat? Knights Bridge has been Kylie Shaw’s temporary sanctuary and pseudo hideout while working on her children’s books. It’d be the perfect place to settle down, except for the sexy P.I. nosing around. Is she ready to reveal her secrets? (MIRA, Feb., 352 pp., $7.99)
Reviewed by: Debbie Haupt- See more at: http://www.rtbookreviews.com/book-review/spring-moss-hill#sthash.nJXpi3MW.dpuf
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MEET CARLA:New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers has been spinning stories ever since she climbed a tree with pad and pen at age eleven. Now with almost 70 novels published, she has millions of copies of her books in print in more than 30 countries, and more than two dozen of her books have placed on the New York TimesUSA TODAY and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. At the core of every novel Carla writes is what Publishers Weekly has called her “flair for creating likeable, believable characters and her keen recognition of the obstacles that can muddle relationships.”



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10 comments:

  1. I haven't tried Neggers yet Debbie, but you know I like small-town romance series..so I think I need to add one..stat!

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    1. Hmm, now this surprised me Kim. I think you do too!

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  2. Never heard of this author, but I do love a good small town romance. And I love that the heroine illustrates children's books! Sounds like a fun one!

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  3. This series sound like they would be great for springtime and summer reads!

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  4. Ha! I remember KMMoning also has a storyboard. I didn't realize that writing a novel is almost like or similar to drawing blueprints! I'll leave the writing to them though, I'll stick to reading.

    Another informative interview, D!

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    1. I didn't know that about the amazing Ms. M. Thanks for sharing Braine! :)

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  5. This is a series I have marked to read Debbie. And I always find New England such a romantic place to go to in my reading!!

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  6. Those all have such pretty covers! You know I'm a sucker for those pretty ones. lol

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