Samantha Garman currently lives and writes in Brooklyn, NY. She loves Scotch, a great conversation with anyone willing to speak their mind and flannel pajamas. While yearning for a backyard and a dog, she’s decided to stay busy working on her next book, Dandelion Dreams.
First, let’s have some fun Q&A with Samantha.
do when you’re alone?
from talking to myself?
quote and why?
somebody you loved wasn’t sitting up with you, picking out music to play and
helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college
kids who think loneliness makes poets.” –Peter S. Beagle. Can’t say why it’s my favorite, only that it
stuck with me when I read it. Also, I like any quote that talks about bourbon.
ice cream flavor?
creature are you most like?
friends think I’m a little woodland creature and they call me Samling. Whatever
that is. A nymph?
you can’t live without?
e-reader. Black tea. Sunshine. My husband.
everything dear to him in a brutal assault on his family line. Left with
nothing, he finds himself aboard a merchant ship sailing far from home. Years
pass as a boy becomes a man, and yet no amount of time or distance will help
Blaine forget all that he has lost. After ten years sailing the high seas, he
is finally ready to restore the Whitmore name.
left to care for her three sisters while attempting to maintain a crumbling
estate. With no hope for escape from her predicament, she is resigned to a
peasant’s fate. She never anticipates attracting the attention of her wealthy
and mysterious new neighbor, nor does she expect him to be her savior.
increasingly captivated and distracted by Felicity’s beauty and inner strength.
Does he dare confide in her the secrets of his heart? Will his future be as
bleak as his past, or will he finally have a chance at happiness?
her attention, and the object of her thoughts stood a few feet from her,
leaning against a huge tree with gnarled roots as if he had all the time in the
without anyone seeing me,” she said in lieu of formal greeting.
was pulling into your driveway,” he explained. “Why are you here alone?”
of our home to strangers, in hopes that they buy it.” Her tone was acerbic.
out her chin, daring him to offer her sympathy. She changed the subject, unable
to dwell on the idea that her childhood home, one that had been in the family
for generations, would be sold. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your
from the tree and coming toward her.
“I came to hand deliver an invitation to the masquerade.”
lips. Moving closer, he wrapped his arms around her. “Is this your way of
trying to distract me from my woes?” she asked with a smile.