Pamela Fryer, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let’s talk about
your book, The Lost Finder.

Genre: Paranormal romance

Publisher: Pink Pixel Publishing

Cover artist: I do all my own (indie) covers

Length: 66,000

Heat rating: R

Tagline: The first halfway decent guy to come along in eons…and
he’s from another planet.

Blurb: Private Investigator Brooke Weaver hopes she can slip
into her Oregon
hometown, find her client’s missing teenage daughter, and be on her way again before
anyone notices. Not likely.

Within forty-eight hours she encounters her ex-fiancé, the three
dirty cops she testified against, and a drop-dead gorgeous FBI agent hunting a gigantic,
mutated spider. He’s the hottest thing with muscles she’s seen in a long time, but
he keeps making strange references like “your planet,” and “my home-world.”
To make matters worse, he expects her to lead him into the sewers to find his escaped
creature. Brooke doesn’t want any part of giant insects from South
America or secret agents or very dark, haunted sewer tunnels. Most
of all, she wants no part of her dying hometown and the ghosts she left buried here.

But a sexy hunk in a clingy shirt, she might consider a small
part of.

Buy links:

Amazon http://amzn.com/B00ELWBVW4

I typically write characters who are late twenties, early thirties.
Older characters are just a little wiser and more mature. Young twenties are just
too angsty for me. Brooke is 28 and Jager is 32. She’s a private investigator, and
he’s a lieutenant in the Universal Guard; the military run by the Interplanetary
Alliance.

The Lost Finder is a
paranormal romance that takes place near a small town I used to live in, outside
Portland. I’ve changed
the name for fiction’s sake. I used to hike in the many state parks where the climate
could change in minutes and mere hundreds of feet in elevation. Sometimes in the
middle of the day when clouds obscured the sun, it was like being plunged instantly
into night.

My husband and I went
camping in a remote area. I was already getting a little creeped out by just how
remote it was; we’d canoed across a lake and hiked up a hill to a plateau carrying
that canoe. There wasn’t a road around for miles. That night, we heard a loud Boom! and saw a bright flash of light, but
we couldn’t figure out what from. Throw in a writer’s imagination, and The Lost
Finder wasn’t a far stretch.

I think my female readers
will like Jager best, because he’s not your average humanoid. He has a fierce sense
of pride and deep, true integrity. And he knows how to treat his woman right.

I’m a little of both.
I often plunge in when an opening grabs me, and I like not knowing everything that
is going to happen in a book because the story needs to be as much of a journey
for me as it is the reader. But a certain amount of analysis has to happen, so I
know the story has the elements it needs to make a good romance with a solid plot.

To this I would answer
RWA. Yes, RWA is an organization not an individual, but it is an organization made
up of individuals, and so many of them have helped me become the writer I am today.
The friends, associates and support groups I found within are invaluable. I reiterate
with the next question…

Join a peer group. Trust those you meet with experience, help
those you meet who seek it. No artist should ever stop learning, practicing their
craft, or perfecting their skills. Don’t be in too much of a hurry! With the fast-growing
popularity and simplicity of Independent publishing, it has never been easier to
get your book into the hands of readers and sometimes, that ease can equal your
worst mistake. The biggest mistake I see new authors make is publishing too soon.
Ask any bestselling author, they will tell you they deserved the first rejections
they received.

I would go back to 1910 and bet on Philadelphia in the world series. And then I’d
buy a big ranch that I put in trust for my future self.

I play piano, and that is the reason I hate being called Pammy.
My piano teacher used to wine at me in the most pathetic voice for not practicing,
and call me Pammy. “Come on, Pammy!” {{shudder}}

All of my favorite movies throughout time have been romances,
or pseudo romances. (One of my all-time favorites was Spaceballs. I know, I’m weird.)
My favorite movie now is Tangled. Yes, it was a cartoon, but it was so absolutely
beautiful it qualifies.

I love pizza with black olives.

I’m always ready for ice cream.

When I’m alone, I talk to myself.

You’d never be able to tell, but I have a potty mouth. I keep it in check when I’m not alone.

If I had a halo it would be red. No, purple. No—green!

If I could do math I’d still never be an accountant.

I can never skydive because I think it is the Craziest. Thing. Ever.