1. Will you tell us a little about yourself?
My name is Tracy Kincaid I was born and raised in Southern California. In 2013 my family and I moved to South Western Pennsylvania. I have been married for 17 years and have 3 wonderful children and 1 dog.
2. Why did you start to write? Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger?
I loved telling stories as a kid but never thought about being a writer until a few years ago. I didn’t even like to read until the Harry Potter series came out. Once I read those I couldn’t stop reading. I got to the point where I would go to bed and start re-writing books in my dreams. One day after an endless job search, a story popped in my head. I played with it for about 5 years before I let anyone read it. I had an author friend ask to read it. And the rest is history!
3. What sort of books do you write? Why did you choose that particular genre?
Right now I am writing historical romance with a paranormal twist. I have always loved history and paranormal things. I may try other genres as I write more.
4. How autobiographical are your stories?
I tend to put myself in the main female characters. In Changing Lives, Natalie is a lot like me. I used a lot of my own high school experiences in her flashbacks.
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Why?
In Changing Lives I chose the Titanic for my main setting. I love everything about that ship. Ever since high school when we first started to learn about it. In the story I am finishing up right now, Freeing Lost Souls, this one is based in modern day Gettysburg. I chose this one because we visited it for the first time last summer. And let’s just say a ghost followed me home. 😉
6. Do you ever fall for your characters?
Of course! I have many loves from reading why not love my own characters too.
7. Do your characters ever surprise you?
It’s funny you should ask that. In Freeing Lost Souls, I have two characters that turned out to be something that I didn’t think they were, at the very end. It was weird when that happened!
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing?
I just sit and do it. Sometimes the story comes to me and other times it’s no where to be found. If I go to bed thinking about it I usually wake up with it still in my head. Those are the good days.
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
This is embarrassing and I’m not sure why I am sharing this but you asked. I started writing my first book in my bathroom at home. LOL. Some people read I start writing books.
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
Writers block is the worst. Yes I get it often, actually. I try to give myself deadlines but that seems to make it worse. When I get writers block I try to do a craft project, or do yard work. That usually gets things moving again. This summer I painted our deck, and I swear I had my main male from Freeing Lost Souls screaming at me to get back to work!
11. Describe your perfect first date
nice dinner at a restaurant with a view of the ocean at sunset. Then a nice long walk on the beach. I know, I’m one of those. And since moving to the East, I crave those kinds of dates. The rivers just don’t do it for me.
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
The beach on any ocean. I grew up on the Pacific Ocean in CA. I miss the salt air and the salt water. So if I had my way I would have a beach front property with a perfect view, surrounded by my family.
1. Chocolate or ice-cream? Mint Chocolate chip ice cream
2. Favourite tipple. Pina Colada
3. Seaside or forest? BOTH, depends on my mood.
4. Rain or sun? Sun
5. Christmas or birthday? Halloween! (But if I have to choose one of these Christmas)
6. Elegant or comfortable clothes? Comfortable
7. TV or cinema? Cinema
8. Laptop or notebook for writing? Laptop
9. Nail colour? hands – clear toes- hot pink
10. Dom, sub or switch? switch
11. Bondage or spanking? Spanking
12. Leather or lace? BOTH!
My debut novel:
Changing Lives by Tracy Kincaid
What if love-at-first-sight was not the “first-sight” after all?
Natalie Star is a modern woman, with modern sensibilities. Practical and realistic, she finds herself falling for a man named Thomas Andrews. Thomas is a perfect gentleman, but his love for her seems to be old, solid, staid– the kind that grows after years of love and life together. He speaks in riddles when she asks why he seems to know her so well–they were together in a time she can’t remember yet.
Thomas longs to tell Natalie everything he knows about her, about them. But it’s time that is the problem yet. There is a tragedy that they must endure before she can fully accept who they are, and why they are destined to be together. A tragedy that Thomas has been through once, and will go through again to find the peice of his heart that has been missing all these many years.
That tragedy is the Titanic…
As I touch it, I feel nothing but cold everywhere—in my bones, in my blood, in the room. I close my eyes, trying to touch the iceberg as long as I can, as the instructions say. This is what it felt like that night the Titanic sank. With all of those people dying in the cold water. As I stand with my eyes shut, I start to feel very cold and wet. I open my eyes and realize that somehow I’m in a small boat on the ocean at night with a life vest on and hundreds of people floating around me. Some dead, others screaming. Where am I? And where’s Thomas?
I start to yell Thomas’ name. How did I get here?
“Thomas, Thomas, Thomas? Help, anyone help!” I cry.
At that point, Thomas grabs me and pulls me away from the iceberg and back into the exhibit. His heavy breathing matches mine. We are the only two in the room as he grabs me and holds me tight. After a few moments as our breathing slows, I ask, “What just happened?”
“Like I said, you are not like the other people who walk through here. You are special. You were there,” he whispers.
“How is that possible? None of this makes sense.” I’m still shaking, and the room is very cold. “Can we please leave this room? I can’t stop shaking.”
“Yes, of course.” As we walk out into the lobby and through the front doors into the sunlight, I run to the first bench under a tree I can find. I want to be far away from everyone, from everything, from Thomas. I do notice that Thomas has stayed away from me for a while to allow me to breathe and try to figure out what the hell was going on. Thomas is sitting not far away, just watching me. And I’m thankful for the distance.
I start to recap the events of the past two days to myself. How is all of this happening to me? And why now? Who is Thomas Andrews really, and what does he want from me?
After what feels like hours of just sitting on the bench, I look up at Thomas, who’s just staring at me. He stands and walks over to me. “May I?” he asks.
I nod and he sits.
“Look, Natalie, I know this is a lot to take in—” he begins as I interrupt him.
“A lot to take in!” I shout. “You have not explained anything to me. You come to me and tell me we know each other from a long time ago. Yet you have told me nothing. I know nothing about you. I have no idea why I passed out in that room. And I have no idea what the hell happened when I touched that iceberg. Would you please just tell me what is going on, please?”