Hi guys we have Pat Henshaw stopping by now with the blog tour for her newest release Redesigning Max, we have a short interview with Pat, a great excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so enjoy the post and click that Rafflecopter link <3 ~Pixie~
Renowned interior designer Fredi Zimmer is surprised when outdoorsman Max Greene, owner of Greene’s Hunting and Fishing, hires him to remodel his rustic cabin in the Sierra Nevada foothills. Fredi is an out and proud Metro male whose contact with the outdoors is from his car to the doorway of the million-dollar homes’ he remodels, and Max is just too hunky gorgeous for words.
When Max starts coming on to Fredi, the designer can’t imagine why. But he’s game to put a little spice into Max’s life, even if it’s just in the colors and fixtures he’ll use to turn Max’s dilapidated rustic cabin into a showplace. Who can blame a guy for adding a little sensual pleasure as he retools Max’s life visually?
Max, for his part, is grateful when Fredi takes him in hand, both metaphorically and literally. Coming out, he finds is the most exciting and wonderful time of his life, despite the conservative former friends who want to stop his slide into hell.
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Pat Henshaw, author of Redesigning Max.
Hi, Pat, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Hi! I’m originally from Nebraska and have lived all over the U. S., landing here in Northern California. Now retired, I’ve held a number of jobs including theatrical costuming for the Alley Theatre in Houston, public relations for radio and television at WETA in D. C., and teaching English composition at a junior college in California.
Redesigning Max, the second of the Foothills Pride novellas, revolves around the unlikely pair of interior designer and architect Fredi Zimmer and the CEO of an outdoors equipment store and wildlife guide Max Greene. When he hires Fredi to redesign and update his Sierra Mountain mountain cabin, Max finds his life and heart undergoing a makeover too.
Not everyone in the small Stone Acres, California, community is as excited about Max and Fredi getting together as the guys are. Because Max’s been in the closet so long, he not only has to convince his friends that he’s gay but he also has to convince Fredi, who keeps getting mixed signals from him.
- What would do do if you weren’t a writer?
As you can see from my bio above, I’ve tried my hand at a number of different kinds of jobs. But if I had a chance to go back to school and learn a new trade, I’d go to art school. I’d like to do something with my hands—painting or sculpture, ideally. True, artists like most writers don’t make a lot of money, but I think I would have to do something creative at the very least.
- Do your characters ever take over your writing and make the story go somewhere you hadn’t originally planned?
Yes, definitely. That’s why I’m having so much trouble writing the fourth Foothills Pride novella, When Adam Fell. My original idea for the book torpedoed during the third chapter and I’ve had a hard time reconciling what Adam wants to say with what I thought Adam wanted to say when I began. Now that I’m on his page, my writing is easier.
- Will you be going to any conferences this or next year?
Yes, I’m attending GRL in San Diego this coming October. I’m really excited to meet so many of the authors I’ve been reading for years. Some of them have almost legendary standing in my mind, and I can’t wait to meet Rick R. Reed, Andrew Grey, Jeff Erno, Jacob Z. Flores, Jordan L. Hawk, Shira Anthony, B. G. Thomas, and so many others. I attended the RT conference in New Orleans last year and had the good fortune to meet many of the gay romance women authors and found them as delightful in person as their books, which makes me think GRL will be just as fun.
- How did you come up with the idea for this book?
When I conceived the Foothills Pride series, Jimmy’s architect and designer friend Fredi was always going to feature in his own book. I knew in a sketchy way that Fredi was going to fall for a client, something Fredi swore he’d never do again. So after writing What’s in a Name?, the romance between Fredi and Max had been in my headlights for quite a while.
- Share a photo with us and tell us what it represents.
I took the photo of the sphinx and pyramid, both located outside Giza, Egypt, when my husband and I traveled there over ten years ago. I’ve always been fascinated by these wonders of the world and wanted to see them for myself. When I touched the pyramid, I felt like I was touching time. Here I was putting my hands on something workers thousands of years before had sweated to put into place in the desert. They and I were united in my touch spanning our lifetimes. I felt a surreal sense of cosmic time.
By the time we got to the Rock Bottom Cafe, I felt like I’d bottomed out. I was hungry, tired, and feeling the first twinges of a headache.
Max hadn’t exaggerated about how much I’d hate the Rock Bottom’s decor. It was the worst of rural cafe: hellacious plastic flowers, grotesque plastic-covered booths, peeling gangrene-painted beadboard walls, pockmarked linoleum floor, and faded food-stained menus. It made the cabin look almost palatial, except it didn’t smell as bad.
As Max slid into one side of a booth and I into the other, he said, “Food’s great here. Okay?”
I glared at him, but I had to admit the odors coming from the kitchen wove seductively around us.
After we’d ordered and had gotten glasses of iced tea, which I liberally dosed with artificial sweetener, Max leaned back in his side of the booth and blew out a little breath.
“So guess here’s what you need to know about me.” He was looking at the tabletop. “I was an only kid when my folks died. Raised by my aunt and uncle with their four boys. I was the youngest and nobody cared what I thought, so I don’t talk much.”
Oh dear. I wasn’t sure which of those statements I should answer, if any. My heart bled for the beautiful man in front of me who would give me a raging hard-on if I let my libido take control.
His words and lack of self-pity made me want to create a unique space where he’d feel completely at home and that would soothe him when he needed it. I probably wouldn’t end up his BFF or someone he could unbend with, but I could create a warm cocoon to shelter and coddle the man or let him entertain his friends comfortably.
The image of the young Max feeling like an outsider when he was thrust on his uncaring aunt and uncle to raise was banished by the waitress who put lunch in front of us.
“Oh. My. God!” I nearly drooled into the chili and homemade bread as I tasted them. “This is incredible.”
“What’d I tell you?” Max gloated. “Said you shouldn’t be put off by the decor. Some of us are more than our decor.”
I spooned up a couple of bites, then looked at Max. “You really do think I’m a snob, don’t you?”
Why was it so easy to get him to blush? I hadn’t a clue, but his quick, mercurial red cheeks had me intrigued.
“No, no, I don’t think you’re a snob,” he protested. “I mean, you’re just so….” He waved a couple of fingers at me, but kept his elbows on the table as if protecting his bowl of chili.
“I’m so what?”
Max shrugged. “I don’t know. Beautiful. And fancy,” he added, ducking his head over his bowl.
Ah, I understood now. Max was intimidated by my suit.
“Look, you came to get me in the coffee shop. I was dressed to take a rich lady through her house later this afternoon. I can work in jeans and a T-shirt”—did Max think I wore suits every day?—“or anything I want. Pajamas even. You just caught me on a suit day.” Which, I didn’t add, was too often for even my overblown sense of style.
Now Max was staring at me.
“Yeah, right. You wear jeans,” he scoffed, but looked interested, intrigued.
I shrugged. “Okay, not when I’m with a client. At home I’m way more casual.” I might have sounded a tad defensive.
“Yeah, right,” Max muttered with a grin.
I left it lying there. It wasn’t worth fighting about. But it bothered me that he saw such a divide between us. I was just a man, wasn’t I? Just like him, right? What was he going on about? Sheesh.
Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride series, was born in Nebraska but promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat has visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and regularly travels to Rome, Italy, and Eugene, Oregon, to see family.
Now retired, Pat has taught English composition at the junior college level; written book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helped students find information as a librarian; and promoted PBS television programs.
Pat has raised two incredible daughters who daily amaze everyone with their power and compassion. Pat’s supported by a husband who keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away writing fiction.
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