with me. We’re chatting about her new historical romance, Garden of Her Heart.
Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and
heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the
era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have
been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without
being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending,
this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she
isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna
hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
moment the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, life shifted for Miko Nishimura.
Desperate to reach the Portland Assembly Center for Japanese-Americans, she’s
kicked off the bus miles from town. Every tick of the clock pushes her closer
to becoming a fugitive in the land of her birth. Exhausted, she stumbles to her
grandparents’ abandoned farm only to find a dying soldier sprawled across the
step. Unable to leave him, she forsakes all else to keep him alive.
crashing his plane in the Battle of the Atlantic, the doctors condemn Captain
Rock Laroux to die. Determined to meet his maker beneath a blue sky at his
family home, he sneaks out of the hospital. Weary and half out of his mind, he
makes it as far as a produce stand he remembers from his youth. Rather than
surrender to death, Rock fights a battle of the heart as he falls in love with
the beautiful Japanese woman who saves his life.
poignant, sweet romance, Garden of Her
Heart proves love can bloom in unlikely places even
under the most challenging circumstances.
husband and I decided to explore the Japanese Garden in Portland, Oregon. As we
walked up the hill through the cool trees to the gate, we talked about how the
garden seemed rather hidden from the world. Once we stepped through the admittance
gate, we both stared in awe at the beauty surrounding us. While we wandered
along the moss-covered stones and ambled across the wooden bridges, the idea
for this story began to percolate in my head. What if a girl lived in a secret
garden? Why would she be there? What scenario would drive her into hiding in a
Japanese garden up on a hilltop that no one knew was there?
cherry trees and vibrant flowering bushes, I blurted out my thoughts to my
husband. Somehow, in a wonderful blending of ideas, we both arrived at the
conclusion of World War II. A Japanese girl would have every reason to hide,
had she the opportunity to do so, in 1942 when the government ordered all
Japanese along the West Coast “military area” to report to Assembly Centers.
shook her head and tried to pull away from him, but he drew her closer,
wrapping his arms around her and holding her. His breath tantalized her ear as
he bent his head near hers. “Please?”
can’t, Rock. I don’t want to be the cause of you missing out on the love of a
lifetime.” She turned her head to the side and pressed it against his neck.
Unintentionally, she heightened the yearning that already pulsed between them.
Forcibly, he relaxed his hold on her.
he whispered. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
she tipped her head back, drawn into the bright warmth of his eyes.
if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t offer. I rather like the idea of
spending my future with you. We have more going for us than many couples who
wed. There is no doubt in my mind at all about your ability to be a good wife.
Me, on the other hand…” His cocky grin brought an amused light to her eyes. “It
might be challenging to be married to someone like me.”
smile curved her mouth upward and Rock tamped down the desire to kiss her
again, even with the pastor watching their every move.
projects this spring, including the sequel to Garden of Her Heart. It’s called
Home of Her Heart and is a story of loss, redemption, and forgiveness with a
liberal sprinkling of humor.
and write. My first job after college was writing for a newspaper. I continued
in that career for ten years before shifting gears into marketing. So I suppose
I technically I was considered a writer when my first byline appeared in the
newspaper. But the day I really felt like a writer was the day I released my
first three sweet romances and sold that first copy. That was when I truly
considered myself a writer.
like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to
love every minute of it! Generally, I write five to six days a week. I view
writing as a career and a job (although it is something that makes me
ridiculously happy), so you can find me in my office from about seven in the
morning until eight in the evening most days. Of course, I take time out for
lunch and an hour or so to hang out with my husband over dinner, but for the
most part, I’m at my desk working. If I’m not writing, I’m working on
marketing, promotion, designing a cover or creating memes for my books.
each story I write has to have a song. I play it on a loop while I write. For
whatever reason, it helps me stay focused on the story. Moonlight Serenade, sung by Ella Fitzgerald, was the song I chose
for Garden of Her Heart.
combination of watching The Dukes of
Hazard and my brother having a cool Mustang he wouldn’t let me touch but
occasionally let me ride in made me want to be a race car driver in the worst
way. Once I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I toyed with some other
options, like pastry chef, florist, or one of those people who writes greeting
card messages, but I finally settled on being a writer.
allowing me to join you today!
Thanks for being here today, Shanna. All the best with your writing!