Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Pat Henshaw author of When Adam Fell.
Hi, Pat, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
I’m a product of a Midwestern U. S. upbringing and a world-lust adulthood. With my husband and children, I’ve lived on both coasts and have absorbed the differences and similarities of thoughts in each. I’ve also traveled quite a bit, visiting places like Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt as well as England and continental Europe. All of these experiences and the people I’ve met filter into my stories and spill into how I see people.
In “When Adam Fell,” celebrity chef and cookbook author Adam de Leon, whom readers met in the first Foothills Pride story, “What’s in a Name?,” is surprised when the former love of his life returns after drug rehab and wants to resume their relationship. Can Adam believe that his lover, whom Adam left in San Francisco, has kicked his habit? While his head is unsure, Adam’s body and heart are ready to jump in and give the man a second chance.
If you could bring back one TV show, what would it be and why?
There are so many to choose from! I absolutely loved Numb3rs even though I’m not a math person, but would bring back the early versions of it in a second. I enjoyed the family dynamic of the genius Charlie, the FBI agent and big brother Don, and the down-to-earth father Alan, all of whom were the core of the show.
Not only were the main characters beautifully drawn and portrayed, but the peripheral characters were also superbly written and cast. Charlie’s love interest Amita was a take-no-prisoners genius, who not only put up with Charlie when he got too excited about his FBI consulting work, but often came up with a brilliant solution to a case on her own.
Their wacky friend Larry, who more often than not was either thinking about or in the cosmos, presented a look at the fringe area of genius. Whereas some TV show creators would see Larry as comic relief and use him to get a quick laugh when the plot got too serious, the Numb3rs creators saw him a complex but whole person who’s searching for meaning in his life and someone to share his discoveries.
On workaholic Don’s side, everything is about the FBI and his team. Agents Sinclair and Granger not only mesh as crime-fighting partners but also share jokes and drinks after work. They are like additional younger brothers yet peers for Don, a complicated relationship that works well.
The underlying idea that numbers are integral to our everyday lives and can be used in a variety of situations fascinated me, and I miss the show. I’d bring it back.
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Author Name: Pat Henshaw
Book Name: When Adam Fell
Release Date: February 24, 2016
When his lover Jason’s drug addiction spiraled out of control, TV celebrity chef and cookbook author Adam de Leon walked away from him. Adam also abandoned his renowned restaurant in San Francisco to start a small bistro in the Sierra Foothills.
Five years later Adam is battling the conservative leaders of Stone Acres, California, to open a new restaurant in historic Old Town when Jason turns up on his doorstep—a recovered Jason, now going by the name David and claiming he’s overcome his addictions. What’s more, he begs Adam to take him back and says he’s ready for their happily ever after.
Adam has enough on his plate with problems plaguing the opening of his restaurant. And now he’s having a hard time deciding which to follow—his head or his heart.
Pages or Words: 29,800 words
Categories: Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
I watched Jason rise from the stoop.
He looked good. His golden hair sparkled in the day’s first light. A happy smile tinged with nervousness spread across his lips. He was wearing a silver-gray Bogner jacket, some sort of expensive pants, and sturdy boots. Hanging from his shirt collar, his sunglasses looked like those high-priced titanium ones. All in all, the guy standing in front of me could easily have fit into the young, hip app crowd now flooding the valley. Too much money and no idea where to spend it. He looked like a guy who’d eat at the Bistro and then fucking strut up to me after dinner, put a wad of Franklins in my pocket, and whisper, “Quit this job and come cook for me.”
Nothing tempted me, especially not the hundred-dollar bills I’d thought were Monopoly money the first time I’d seen them. Nothing had moved me like this, seeing Jason rise straight up in front of me like a fucking miracle.
Standing there in my scuffed clogs, beat-up jeans, and ratty Stanford Cardinal T-shirt, I felt underdressed for this particular dream. Shouldn’t I at least be wearing my chef’s regalia, toque and all? Shouldn’t I have a Henckel in one hand and a Wüsthof in the other? Or maybe clutching a shield made of my cooking classics, which I’d written with an angry, tormented mind but a clear eye to royalties?
“Cat got your tongue?” the vision asked.
“Fucking A, man. Is it really you, Jason?”
“Sorta. Who else would come knocking at your door looking like me?” He flung his arms out like he wanted me to hug him or some shit.
I backed away and kept my hands to myself, though my dick perked up immediately. Did Jason have a twin or a younger brother, somebody who resembled him? I didn’t think so. All I’d thought for five years was nobody—and I mean nobody—could ever have come back from where my Jason had buried himself. At least I never thought so.
There’ve been moments in my life when I was sure I was losing my mind. When I knew whatever tenuous grasp on reality I thought I had was really smoke up my ass. This moment smacked of those. As the legendary John Fogerty sang and the great Yogi Berra is supposed to have said, it was like déjà vu all over again. Only not.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. Suspicion tasted bitter on my tongue.
Slowly his arms came down, and he gave me a pained but understanding look.
“Yeah, well, it was too much to hope we’d just kiss and make up.” His husky croak had once made me roll over and do anything he asked, but not now. “Can I come in? It’s a little chilly out here.”
I wasn’t cold, but then I’m tall and stout, a real cliché chef image. Fuck, I guess somebody’s got to be the cliché, right? It’s how clichés are born.
I shrugged at his question, swiped at the sweat rolling from my forehead, and moved aside. “Kitchen’s downstairs.” I gestured to the steps.
He walked past me, letting his hand trail over my groin. Once I would have nearly come at the gesture. Now I ignored my dick because my mind was numb and had been for years. He might think he could reawaken my love and lust, but I was pretty fucking sure that ship had sailed and gotten lost at sea.
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Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.
Now retired, Pat has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
FEBRUARY 24, 2016 – RELEASE DAY BLAST
VIRTUAL TOUR: FEBRUARY 25 – MARCH 9
I would like to give a big Thank You to Pat Henshaw and Will at Pride Promotions for letting us take place in this Blog Tour.