INTERVIEW with Susan Schild author of Sweet Carolina Morning

09 Aug

Welcome to the blog! Today we have Susan Schild visiting 🙂 Susan has agreed to let me interview her and I’m so glad she did. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her as much as I did!

I’m in love with her gorgeous cover and can’t wait to add SWEET CAROLINA MORNING to my Nook. I hope you grab your copy too!

Let’s get started …

Tell us about yourself in tweet form. That’s right you get 140 characters.


Wife, stepmother, dog lover. Writer of sweet, Southern stories. True believer in fresh starts and happy endings. #SweetCarolinaMorning

Love that tweet! What’s the last thing you cooked?


I cooked a blueberry and lemon French Toast breakfast casserole that you make with King’s Hawaiian bread. It is just delicious and it’s easy. Here is the recipe:


 OMG, that sounds amazingly delicious and naughty. Thank you for the recipe. What color is your front door?


Green, and it comes with the optional lovely black dog. Doesn’t really come with the dog. You’ll have to hurry right down to your local animal shelter or rescue group and adopt your own furry friend.


This is our amazing Lab Shepherd mix, Tucker. He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he?






He’s very handsome. Nothing better than a furry friend or two or three or more in your life 🙂 Do you have a writing ritual, as in do you write at a certain time each day, wear a lucky pair of socks, drink a certain drink?

Am trying to switch to decaffeinated iced tea. I use Luzianne and add a peppermint tea bag. Pretty tasty, just miss the buzzy energy of the caffeine.

Re lucky clothes – It’s all about comfort when I’m writing. I wear comfy gym shorts with elastic waistband, sleeveless shirt and tennis shoes. shoesThese shoes are loud, aren’t they? But they fit and are like walking on fluffy clouds or, as Neal, Jack’s brainy twelve year old son would say, like walking on CUMULUS clouds.









I love color and think the shoes are cute 🙂 I also love choosing character names. Tell us how you chose the names in Sweet Carolina Morning.


Character names are great. I keep a running list of names that I like, research sites for Southern names, and try to steer clear of stereotypical names. In Sweet Carolina Morning, I struggled with but ultimately enjoyed coming up with names for:

  • Kate’s Obstetrician – Dr. Grace
  • the name of the cruise director on Mama’s ship – Sparkle
  • the name of the glamourous but down to earth owner of the bridal salon – Aria
  • and the offbeat minister Linny considers using to officiate her wedding – Raven Moon

I love your book cover. What was your reaction when you saw it for the first time?

I was thrilled. It’s romantic, she’s graceful, and she’s moving towards her future. Sweet Carolina Morning is a wholesome contemporary story about small town Southern life, and I liked how the graphic design team at Kensington pulled in all those elements for the cover.


How do you feel about writing sex scenes? Squeamish. My books are clean reads, so I can get away with not having to get good at writing scenes I am uncomfortable writing. Whew!

Can you tell us what you’re working on now? I’m polishing up the third and final book in the Willow Hill series, called Sweet Southern Hearts. This book will be released on January 10th, 2017 and is available for pre-order now. Here’s the blurb from the cover:


Susan Schild welcomes you back to the offbeat Southern town of Willow Hill, North Carolina, for a humorous, heartwarming story of new beginnings, do-overs, and self-discovery…

When it comes to marriage, third time’s the charm for Linny Taylor. She’s thrilled to be on her honeymoon with Jack Avery, Willow Hill’s handsome veterinarian. But just like the hair-raising white water rafting trip Jack persuades her to take, newlywed life has plenty of dips and bumps.

Jack’s twelve-year-old son is resisting all Linny’s efforts to be the perfect stepmother, while her own mother, Dottie, begs her to tag along on the first week of a free-wheeling RV adventure. Who knew women “of a certain age” could drum up so much trouble? No sooner is Linny sighing with relief at being back home than she’s helping her frazzled sister with a new baby…and dealing with an unexpected legacy from her late ex. Life is fuller—and richer—than she ever imagined, but if there’s one thing Linny’s learned by now, it’s that there’s always room for another sweet surprise…

Is there any particular author or book that has influenced you or your writing?

Mary Kay Andrews – whose characters are bright, witty, kind and a tad eccentric – has influenced my writing more than any other writer. Her women characters all have careers or businesses, too, which I like.


The last restaurant I ate out at was _ Anthony’s Italian Pizza and Pasta. Very tasty.
I just finished reading __Last Ride to Graceland by another North Carolina writer, Kim Wright. I loved the rough around the edges but tender hearted main character, and am going to read Kim Wright’s backlist.


Someday I hope to ______ride the Rocky Mountaineer and then take a train across Canada.
My kitchen is __________a room where I currently store promising looking recipes, coupons for discounts on takeout and mail. After Sweet Carolina Morning is launched on 8/2, my kitchen will probably be back in use again as …a place where meals are prepared.
I never leave the house without ___________ a stainless steel cold cup of ice water and my sticky pads for any book ideas that might come to me while I am out running errands.
My favorite toy as a kid was __________probably a bike. I was a big reader then, too, so books were a favorite distraction.


Thank you so much for coming on the blog Susan. I can’t wait to read this book and wish you much success with all your writing 🙂




Life down South just got a whole lot sweeter…


Willow Hill #2
Susan Schild
Releasing Aug 2nd, 2016
Lyrical Press

Life down South just got a whole lot sweeter in Susan Schild’s new novel about a woman whose happily-ever-after is about to begin…whether she’s ready for it or not. 

Finally, just shy of forty years old, Linny Taylor is living the life of her dreams in her charming hometown of Willow Hill, North Carolina. The past few years have been anything but a fairy tale: Left broke by her con man late-husband, Linny has struggled to rebuild her life from scratch. Then she met Jack Avery, the town’s much-adored veterinarian. And she’s marrying him.

Everything should be coming up roses for Linny. So why does she have such a serious case of pre-wedding jitters? It could be because Jack’s prosperous family doesn’t approve of her rough-and-tumble background. Or that his ex-wife is suddenly back on the scene. Or that Linny has yet to win over his son’s heart. All these obstacles—not to mention what she should wear when she walks down the aisle—are taking the joy out of planning her wedding. Linny better find a way to trust love again, or she might risk losing the one man she wants to be with—forever…


from Chapter 1: Trouble in the Stepmother Hood

Though it was February, the galley kitchen at her future husband’s old farmhouse was steamy and hot, but Linny hardly noticed. Peering at the pages on the counter, she pushed back up her nose the reading glasses she’d had to borrow from Jack and double-checked to make sure she’d not left out any key ingredients. Why had she printed the recipe in ten-point font?

Tonight’s menu came from a website she’d found called Recipes for Picky Eaters, and she hoped it was a winner. She shook her head, chagrined at Jack’s reaction to the first possible menu she’d suggested. He’d kept that pleasant smile on his handsome face, but his eyebrows had shot up. Once they’d come back down to normal, his veto had been so diplomatic. “Darlin’, the mountain trout, braised Brussels sprouts, and beet salad sounds tasty, and I hope you cook them for me real soon, but eleven-year-old boys’ tastes tend to be more… well, mainstream.”

Blowing back a stray lock of hair, she turned on the oven light and peeked inside. The neat rows of crusted chicken breasts were browning nicely in their casserole dish home. The side dishes—creamy-looking mac and cheese and green bean casserole topped with onion rings—were both bubbling gently. She breathed in cooking smells and was transported back to Sunday suppers at the farm when Nana and Paw-Paw were still alive. Sighing, she felt a wash of safety, contentment, belonging. Those were just the feelings she wanted to infuse in this new little family.

Sliding into the chair, Linny admired the old kitchen table and touched the swirls of the tiger oak. It felt warm, solid. How many other families had sat around it and shared their lives over meals? She pictured her and her two men gathered around like in a scene from the Hallmark Channel, talking and laughing about their day. Jack and Neal would lavishly compliment her on her cooking, she’d blush, wave them off, and act as though it was no big deal. “I just threw the meal together,” she’d trill.

Trouble was, it was a big deal, and not just because Linny was just learning to cook. She rubbed her chin and thought about it. This morning, Jack had sat his son down after they’d cleaned up from their pancake breakfast and told him that he and Linny were marrying in the summer. Linny had just sat beside Jack and let him do the talking but felt a stab of sadness as she saw Neal’s face fall. Forlorn. He looked forlorn. When he asked in a trembling voice, “So, you and Mom aren’t ever getting back together?” she thought her heart might break. He still held out hope for his family to be whole again, the way it used to be. Never mind that Neal’s mother, Vera, had already remarried the year before. Though Linny and Jack had been dating officially since October, she’d only just started spending a lot of time with the two of them. Jack hadn’t wanted to introduce her to his son until they knew they were serious, so Linny was only just getting to know the young man.

Linny got a nervous flip in her stomach when she thought about becoming a stepmother. She’d gone thirty-eight years without children, and in a few short months, she’d be slipping into this new role without even a course or certificate. Linny got up and made herself a mug of Chamomile tea. Calming, the label said.  She sat back down and blew on the tea to cool it and tried to quell the thrum of the squadron of butterflies that was revving up in the pit of her stomach.

Staring out the window, she thought of the other scenarios she’d been imagining, in living color and the minutest detail. If she messed up in this new job, he’d be that troubled teen with the shaved head who sold pot and lived in their basement after he dropped out of school in tenth grade. Neal would end up being the inebriated driver of a speeding car full of kids who drove them into a tree after leaving an unchaperoned party. Her heart banged as she tried to obliterate the image she’d seen in this morning’s News and Clarion -the mangled wreckage of a barely recognizable car driven by a teen going the wrong way on I-40. He’d killed himself and badly injured a whole vanload of kids on the way home late from a church youth group retreat. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her emails as the good smells wafted from the oven and felt her shoulders relax as she reread Mary Catherine’s note. Nice to have a best friend who practiced family law.

Under the subject line, Impending Stepmother Hood, her friend wrote:

You asked for advice on your new parenting gig. Remember, a lot of divorced couples and blended families don’t talk civilly and don’t act in the best interests of children. In my practice, we serve more of the send-the-kids-home-dirty and talk-trash-about-the-stepmother crowd. What not to do may be more useful than what to do.

Another disclaimer: I’m no expert on teenage boys just because I had one. Remember just a few months back, my nineteen-year-old almost got a DUI on a bike. Boys are knuckleheads between the ages of eleven and twenty-four. Your nerves will fray no matter how hard you try to be a good mother—or, harder yet, stepmother—but I will tell you what I know.

 Meet me for a quick breakfast 7:00 a.m. Wednesday at Jumpin’ Joe’s Bean House?

Blowing out a sigh of relief, Linny replied, Perfect. She let herself sink back into the chair for a moment. Thank goodness for Mary Catherine.

Glancing at the clock, she rose and fretted as she checked the timer. Last weekend’s cookout at her place had been a bust. Neal had picked at his food, claiming he “’just wasn’t hungry.”’ What American boy didn’t like grilled hamburgers and French fries made from scratch—from the actual potato? Could it be that he didn’t like her? She tried to dismiss the thought. How could he not like her when she was already so fond of him? He was whip smart, mostly well mannered, sensitive, and had an offbeat sense of humor that would catch her when she wasn’t expecting it and make her burst out laughing.

Tonight would be different, she decided, setting flatware firmly at the three places at the table. After grilling Jack extensively about his son’s food likes and dislikes, she’d scoured the internet for the perfect menu. If she was finally going to embark on this mother thing, she sure as heck was going to excel at it. She’d do the whole shebang: soccer weekends, volunteering on field trips, deep talks about life. She’d waited long enough for this little family, and now that she’d got it, dang it, she was going to do it right. The water glasses spilled over as she set them too firmly down on the table.

Jack and Neal were still at the barn with the mare that was about to foal. She picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the button. “Supper’s ready, men.”

The line crackled. “Be right up,” Jack said cheerfully. “I’m hungry as a bear.”

She’d just finished putting on a slick of lip gloss as they clattered into the room, bringing with them a wash of fresh February air. Her heart still skipped a beat when Jack gave her a boyish grin, and she longed for a kiss, but there was sweet-faced Neal, right on his heels. She felt a pang of regret. She and Jack had talked about it and agreed on the rule of no smooching or PDAs in front of the boy right on the brink of becoming a man. She felt wistful. Leaning against the stove, she smiled as she took them in, amazed at how much commotion the two could make just walking into a room, with their thudding boots, unzippering coats, biceps punching, and easy laughter. Linny raked back her hair with her fingers. Man, her too quiet life had sure changed.

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Start the Willow Hill Series at the beginning!
Susan Schild writes
wholesome and sunny Southern fiction. She likes stories about charming men,
missing money, adventuresome women, sweet dogs, and happily ever afters at any
Susan is a wife and a stepmother. She enjoys rummaging through thrift store for
treasures like four dollar cashmere sweaters and amateur watercolor paintings.
She likes taking walks with her Lab mix, Tucker, and his buddies. She and her
family live in North Carolina.

Susan has used her professional background as a psychotherapist and a
management consultant to add authenticity to her characters.

the final book in the Willow Hill series, will be released in January of 2017.
Readers can look forward to more adventures, new beaus, sinister ministers,
lovebirds over fifty, a road trip for Mama and her pals, and maybe even an “I
Do”…or two.

Posted by on August 9, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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2 responses to “INTERVIEW with Susan Schild author of Sweet Carolina Morning

  1. lilli530

    August 9, 2016 at 6:52 am

    Sounds like a wonderful, warm story. I’m not familiar with the author, Susan Schild, but I’m pretty sure she just acquired another fan – me! Thanks for sharing the fun and interesting interview, Christine. 😃

  2. carlrscott

    August 9, 2016 at 6:15 pm

    I’ve seen this book on a few sites, it sounds like one we’d enjoy. BTW, I think the rafflecopter link is broken.


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