*Author Spotlight on Ryan Winfield*
I first came across author Ryan Winfield back in 2012 with his debut book, South of Bixby Bridge (highly recommend reading this!). Since then, he has released 6 more books. I’ve read some, others have been on my TBR for way too long.
Ryan recently sent me 3 signed books of his; Jane’s Melody, Falling for June, and The Park Service. See below for the blurbs for these books.
Go give Ryan a try as I really enjoy his books. I’m looking forward to the summer when I sit down and read all his books, either for the first time, or as a reread.
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What boundaries would you cross for true love?
That’s the question a grieving mother must answer when she takes in a young street musician she believes can shed light on her daughter’s death—only to find herself falling for him. A sexy but touching love story that will leave you both tantalized and in tears, Jane’s Melody follows a forty-year-old woman on a romantic journey of rediscovery after years of struggling alone.
Sometimes our greatest gifts come from our greatest pain. And now Jane must decide if it’s too late for her to start over, or if true love really knows no limits.
Falling for June
Elliot Champ, a charming but solitary bachelor who has sworn off romance, is closer than ever to realizing his childhood dream of moving to Miami—until a chance letter lands on his desk, and changes everything.
The letter takes him to Echo Glen, a secluded retreat outside of Seattle, where he meets David Hadley, an elderly man who needs Elliot’s help fulfilling a promise to his wife, June. But along the way, it is Elliot whose life will be changed, as he’s introduced to a cast of colorful characters who conspire to draw him ever deeper into a whimsical world, where falling in love is all about letting go.
From the green mountains of the great Pacific Northwest to the scarlet poppy fields of northern Spain, this unique and heart-wrenching love story will take you on an emotional journey to that ever-elusive place called true love. Another must-read romance from Ryan Winfield that is guaranteed to draw tears, put a smile on your face, and have you, too, falling for June.
The Park Service (book 1 of Park Service Trilogy)
Friendship, love, and betrayal in a post-apocolyptic paradise. Fans of dystopian fiction will find this series a welcome divergence from the norm of this genre. The story follows fifteen-year old Aubrey VanHouten as he stumbles on a paradise where the few remaining humans live on the run from deadly drones controlled by a mysterious Park Service. Now, torn between his new best friend and a girl he’s quickly falling for, Aubrey must learn to survive in a world he never dreamed existed while searching for answers to why everything he was taught is a lie.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ryan Winfield is the New York Times best-selling author of seven novels. He lives on an island near Seattle. To connect with Ryan, visit ryanwinfield.com
If your book club or organization would like to arrange an appearance from Ryan, either in person or via Skype, please send your request here: http://www.ryanwinfield.com/contact
From the author:
I’ve been asked why I write. I write because I remember.
I remember waking up to snow. I remember racing to dress, struggling with my boots – “Here, don’t forget your mittens.” I remember the soft thump of that first footstep, the tracks looking back, and everything new and blanketed in quiet white. Foghorns blowing on the mist-covered bay. I feel the canvas newspaper bag on my shoulders, the weight of Sunday’s headlines heavy on my mind. I remember rubber bands and ink stained hands. A car spun sideways in a ditch. Always a car. Then barking dogs, a distant chainsaw. I remember snowmen and igloos and icy trails through the white and wondrous woods. And I remember sweet Mrs. Johnson waiting at her door; the smell of Avon powder, her smile as she pressed an envelope into my palm—ten dollars and a peppermint candy cane thank you!
Evening now, running downtown. Everything passes in an excited blur. Salvation Army bells, white lights strung in sidewalk trees, bundled shoppers, hunched and hurrying, kicking up little snowdrifts scattered by the wind. And now I’m here. The heavy door, the warmth, the light, the old wood floors—the bookstore! Smells of paper and leather and ink. Walls of worlds bound and waiting for me.
Nothing has affected me as much as reading has. Dickens, Tolkien, and Lewis raised me. And while I’ve walked through my own hell, made my own mistakes, and found my own redemption, always there have been books. Books to help me escape, books for courage when I needed to stay and fight. Books that taught without preaching the difference between wrong and right. Books upon books to feed a boy’s feverish dreams; and the boy now grown, it’s still books that kindle the memories of those dreams on these long winter nights.
And so, I remember. And I write.