Wednesday’s Writer with Sharee Stover

Today I have an interview with Love Inspired Suspense author, Sharee Stover.

Welcome, Sharee.

Theresa: Out of all the characters you’ve written about, is there one that is your favorite?

Sharee: The heroine in Grave Christmas Secrets is my favorite character (so far). Dr. Taya McGill is a forensic anthropologist with quirks and fears but she’s incredibly brave and authentic.

Theresa: That sounds like a very interesting profession to write about!

Have you ever won any awards for your writing?

Sharee: Yes! I am a triple Daphne du Maurier finalist, winner of the 2017 Wisconsin Fabulous Five Silver Quill Award, and my debut, Secret Past, won Best First Book in the 2019 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Awards.

Theresa: That is an impressive list! And well-deserved!

Do you take time to plot/outline your books? Or do you just jump right in?

Sharee: I really wanted to believe I was a pantser for a long time…alas, I have come to accept that I am a plotter to the nth degree. However, this proves beneficial on those days when I’m struggling to write. I have a very thorough synopsis that acts like a playbook and gives me the ‘what happens next’ boost I need.

Theresa: I can relate. I think I’m a mix of the two, also. What kinds of research do you do for your books?

Sharee: Research depends totally on the story, but I’ve done everything from hiking the Manitou Springs Incline in Manitou Springs, Colorado to interviewing a real forensic anthropologist with my one hundred and one questions. I’ve had the privilege of talking with police K9 handlers and ATF agents. And I’ve attended many writers’ conferences where FBI, ATF, and other law enforcement entities were present to answer questions. One of my favorite conferences is the Writers Police Academy which is a huge knowledge base. And of course, there’s always Google searches. I also do a lot of reading both fiction and non-fiction.

Theresa: I have always wanted to attend the Writer’s Police Academy. I tend to rely on Google and books, too.

Share something fun your reader wouldn’t know about you.

Sharee: I’m not sure it’s fun, but one unique thing about me is that I am a two-time cornea transplant recipient. It’s been over 15 years since my last surgery, and I’m grateful every single day for my vision!

Theresa: What a blessing! Thank you for sharing that with us and for being here to answer questions. It was great having you today!


Read on to Sharee’s new release, Grave Christmas Secrets

Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead. Forensic anthropologist Taya McGill disagreed with Benjamin Franklin’s famous quote. In her experience, the dead were horrible secret keepers. Rather, she’d dub them mysterious pirates hoarding a treasure trove of clues. And as a general rule, far more reliable than most living people she’d encountered.


Chapter excerpt

Taya cherished the incredible honor of speaking for the dearly departed, even when an active crime scene overtook her nonexistent Christmas plans. The excavation freed her from the holiday hustle and bustle she detested more than the insufferable game and parks officer reigning as security over the site.

He’d gone, for now, but if his previous behavior was any indicator, there’d soon be more rounds in futility. Those who misjudged Taya’s petite five-foot, ninety-pound stature for weakness learned the hard way that her stubbornness came packaged like dynamite and equaled her determination.

Dr. Taya McGill would never again succumb to a uniformed bully.

“It’s just you and me, friend. You’re safe to share your secrets,” Taya said, brushing back dirt from the exposed skull. Her coworkers mocked the unconventional method of talking aloud to the victim, but the process worked for her. And since she spent the majority of her time alone, who did it bother, anyway?

Unpredictable weather had hindered the recovery of the human remains, hindering the dig’s progression. The frigid winter temperatures had banked at a high—if that was a relative term—of negative four degrees. The radical increasing wind speeds over the past hour had further complicated things. No overhead streetlamps illuminated the onyx sky. Rolling hills and the occasional farm nestled in an endless snow-covered landscape surrounded over three hundred acres of Ashfall Fossil Beds State Park in the northeastern corner of Royal, Nebraska.

She shivered and tugged the zipper of her down-alternative parka as high as it would go, tucking her nose in the warmth. It was after midnight, but Taya’s ongoing battle with insomnia provided her the excuse to continue working. The victim buried in the shallow grave deserved justice. As did those mourning her.

Taya leaned down and paused with her brush midair. She’d already exposed most of the skeletal form and prepared to collect the remains for transport to her laboratory at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln. Something red near the thoracic vertebrae peeked through the earth. With a delicate swipe, she uncovered the object. A small deflated latex balloon.

Taya sighed. The find wasn’t unusual. Addicts ingested the balloons as a method of muling illegal drugs. Was that this victim’s story?


Get your copy:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Wbyyn5

Amazon Author Page: https://amazon.com/author/shareestover


Find Sharee online

Website: https://shareestover.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/shareestover

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorshareestover/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shareestover/

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/sharee-stover


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