Friday, May 6, 2016

~*★Release Boost with Author Interview★*~ Back to Yesterday by Pamela Sparkman

Title: Back to Yesterday
Author: Pamela Sparkman
Genre: Historical Twentieth Century Romance (WWII)
Release Date: May 2, 2016


Everyone loves a good love story. The stories that make you feel warm all over. The kind that leaves you the slightest bit envious because the story belongs to someone else and not you. The stories that make your heart race and on the edge of pain and pleasure. Pain because your heart hurts and pleasure because your heart hurts. An unlikely combination, yet, that’s the stuff good love stories are made of.

Ours could have been like that. We could have made a beautiful love story.
But when he was ready for that epic love story, I was afraid to fall in love, too hurt by my past to trust anyone. Then, when I was ready for the epic love story, he was gone.
And I was alone.
And the only thing I got was the pain.
It was time I told him the things that were in my heart but too afraid to say out loud.

I wrote the letter I needed to write and prayed it wasn't too late.

Dear Charlie,

You were right. I was wrong. I've never been more wrong in my life.
There - I said it.
I’ll say it a million times if you just come back to me.
Come back to me. Please!

I was so wrong. I do love you.


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Her best friend found me sitting alone in the café. I guess she knew where to find me. It wasn’t hard. I was always sitting alone in the café, because it was where Sophie worked and I liked being near her. Though, she wasn’t here now and I likely wouldn’t see her again anytime soon.

“She’s heartbroken you know.”

Never once stealing a glance her way, I murmured, “I know.”

“You should go to her. I’ve never seen her like this.”

I closed my eyes, recalling the last words Sophie had said to me. It was what I’d been doing for the last two hours. In fact, her last words felt like they were woven around my neck like a noose, choking the life out of me.

“Charles, look at me.”

I didn’t. Instead, I chose to tell her what I knew to be true. “She doesn’t want to see me.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Believe it.” I turned to face her so she could see my pain, my broken heart, and then redirected my eyes back out the window. “Besides, it’s probably better this way.”

Her friend slid in the booth across from me. “Better for whom? Her or you?”

“For both of us I suppose.”

With a sigh, she made the request again. “Please look at me, Charles.”

Hesitantly, I granted her request and turned to her. Her eyes wore empathy, and her smile held regret. “I know you told her you were leaving tomorrow and I know she hasn’t admitted it to you yet, but she loves you. You have to know that.”

Swallowing the ache I felt, I nodded. “I know.”

“Well if you know then why are you sitting here? Why aren’t you with her trying to–”

“I know what I’m doing,” I said, standing abruptly. I reached into my pocket, pulled out some money and slapped it down on the table. “I’m giving her what she wants.”

Coming to a stand beside me and getting in my face, she said, “Yeah? And what is that exactly?”

Ignoring her question, I headed for the door. She followed, nipping at my heels all the way. “I can’t believe you! You’re just gonna leave…without another word…just like that?”

I was coming unraveled at the seams. Once outside, I spun around and gripped her shoulders, startling her when I did something I never do…I raised my voice. “Yes! That’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Her eyes darted back and forth between mine while she tried to make sense of it all. “But…why?”

I loosened my grip and stated in a softer tone, hoping I could make her understand. “Because… it’s the only way she’ll ever admit that she made a mistake. I have to let her think she lost me, Elizabeth, and you have to let her think that too.”

“I don’t understand. You should fight for her.”

I took a step back and looked her right in the eyes. “I am fighting for her. I’ve been fighting for her.” I bowed my head, feeling the gaping hole inside my chest where my heart used to be, and in a whisper said, “It’s her turn to fight for me.”

Author Interview

Back to Yesterday is a departure for you in the Adult Contemporary Romance genre, as seen with your Stolen Breaths series and a rebirth of sorts into the historical arena. Did you always know you were going to go in that direction or was it a more out of the blue experience brought on by the characters themselves the more you wrote?

That’s a really good question.  When I decided that Sophie’s story needed to be told, I was halfway through writing Skin Deep.  So I guess it was brought on by the characters the more I wrote. I knew her story would take me back to when she was very young.  Her character in the Stolen Breaths series was a very wise elderly woman and I knew wisdom is something that’s gained over years of life experiences, complete with hard lessons.  But it was Charlie, a character that was brand new to me, who really drove the direction of their story and the way it had to be written.  Her story couldn’t be told without telling his.  He was the biggest part of her. That’s why Back to Yesterday begins with him.  It had to be that way in order to understand her.

What was the biggest challenge in writing Back to Yesterday and why?

Without a doubt the biggest challenge to writing Back to Yesterday was stepping into the shoes of an Army Air Force pilot, which was Charlie.  Writing his experiences needed to be historically accurate so I spent the summer of 2015 researching.  Once I felt I had a firm grasp on history and aviation during WWII, I began writing, but even then I would have to stop to study the mechanics of Spitfires and other planes used during that era.  I relied heavily on my father to help with a lot of that.

Would you ever consider writing another book set in that time period or do you think of Back to Yesterday as a piece that will forever stand on its own in terms of the stories you tell?

Well, as a writer, I’ll never say never, but at this time, I think Back to Yesterday should stand on its own.  I never imagined I would write an historical novel until I found myself writing one.  I don’t think I could duplicate it, nor do I want to.  I want it to be alone on my writer’s shelf for now.

What was the most enjoyable part of writing Sophie and Charlie’s journey to love and why?

I loved Charlie’s heart.  His love for Sophie was the purest, most honest thing I’ve ever written.  I feel like I could literally hold his love in the palm of my hand.  He made me a better person just by telling me his story.  Translating his love onto paper so the reader could also hold his love in the palm of their hand was probably the thing I wanted to get right above all else.  It was the essence of who Charlie was. It was the essence of who Sophie came to be.  Without his love she would have become someone completely different.

When a story is born, whether ones like the Stolen Breaths series, or Back to Yesterday, is there a particular process you have, or method to your madness if you will that you follow when you set out to write it? (examples: Plotting, self-editing, etc)

Hmm…I don’t follow particular do’s and don’ts and I don’t do a lot of plotting.  I have a general idea of how a story unfolds but more often than not, I allow my characters to live and breathe like real people.  That means, they learn and grow according to circumstances organically.  I don’t try to shape my characters to fit a particular mold – premade – in advance.  I allow them to mold themselves as the story moves along.  Their reactions are their own and I step out to the way to allow them to be who they are and not what I think they should be.  But I never leave a scene or a chapter halfway put together.  I perfect and polish as I go and even though it takes me longer to write a novel that way, the upside is the editing process goes much faster.  I never have to re-work a scene or do a ton of revisions once I get to the end.  I’ve already done that.  This method doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for me.  I do have an editor, however, and proofreaders.  I can only do so much perfecting.  I need fresh eyes to point out what I may have missed.  But my objective is to write clean from the start.

What would you like people (new readers that may not have experienced your stories) to know about you and the love stories that you tell?

Gosh, I don’t know.  I guess if there’s one thing I would like people to know is that I write with my heart more than my head.  If I can’t feel it in my soul, then I don’t put it on paper.  If there is a word on the page you can bet it has a purpose for being there.

And lastly, what, if anything is on the horizon next for Pamela Sparkman?

I’m always conjuring up stories in my head, but I haven’t picked my next story yet.  But when I do, it’ll be something with heart and meaning, or I won’t bother writing it.

Author Bio

I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. I had a stack of those Little Golden Books and I can remember reading Three Little Kittens over and over and over again. It was my favorite.

Fast forward and the older I got the more in love books I became. So, I'm admitting that I am a huge nerd. The only reading I don't like are those math word problems. And I'm okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life... "If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?" It just doesn't happen.

So, yeah, books are my thing.

Oh, and writing. I love to write. So, I did. Write, I mean. And when I was finished I had a story in front of me about a girl named Lily, and a guy named Cooper. And when I reached the end, I felt - lost. Like, I was saying good-bye to old friends. It snuck up on me and I realized I wasn't ready to let go. It was then I decided that I needed to keep writing - keep telling stories - and hopefully some other people may enjoy them as well.

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