I am pleased and honored to be hosting Wendi Zwaduk for the release of her erotic vintage historical set in turbulent 1970. Please help me give her a big welcome. :)
Natasha: Please tell us a little about the Sunshine of Your Love?
Wendi: He’s wounded inside and ready to come home. His hero’s welcome is in the arms of the woman he never expected to love him. But overcoming the demons in his head is harder than they both think.
Natasha: What inspired you to write a story set in 1970?
Wendi: I have family who were in the war. I also watched the television program, Vietnam in HD. I was moved by the scenes and the characters simply started talking. I let them run. I’m glad I did.
Natasha: Please tell us all about Noel and what makes him tick. What do you love the most about him?
Wendi: He’s the strong silent type. He’s not one to talk for the sake of hearing himself talk. He’s seen things during the war that few can understand and those images haunt him. He does obsess on what happened and wants to understand it, but can’t. I love that he served the country and loves fast cars.
Natasha: Please tell us about Cindy and what makes her tick. What do you love the most about her?
Wendi: She’s a quiet art teacher. The youngest of her family, she tends to fly under the radar. She’s loved Noel from afar. I love that she’s no nonsense. When she makes up her mind, she goes through with things. She’s not what people expect and that’s her strength.
Natasha: Describe Noel and Cindy's shared backstory a little.
Wendi: Noel dated/was engaged with her sister, but has always had a flame for Cindy. Cindy’s had a crush on Noel since they were children, but he belonged to someone else so she never made a move. They’ve been friends since they can both remember. She’s the level-headed person he turns to when things get tough and he serves as her example for what a sexy man looks like.
Natasha: What oppositional forces keep the Noel and Cindy in conflict in this story?
Wendi: Conflict is all over the place in this story. Gosh. Noel’s mother likes Cindy, but not enough for her to date him. Cindy’s sister also isn’t thrilled Cindy and Noel have spent time together. Sibling rivalry certainly plays a role. What Noel and Cindy have to get past is all the people who want to keep them apart and if they really want to be together after all.
Natasha: Sunshine of Your Love is also a lyric from the popular song by Cream, one of the British Supergroups of the era.
Wendi: I tend to title all my stories based on popular songs, but this one has special meaning. It was popular and it's also a trippy song Noel might have listened to when he came home. There’s a line in the song that fits Noel well, “I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going in the sunshine of your love.” He’s been waiting on his chance to be with Cindy, even if he didn’t realize it.
Natasha: Sunshine of Your Love has a gorgeous, eye-catching cover. Please share with us your thoughts and feelings about it.
Wendi: I was asked what I wanted for the cover. That’s one of the things I love about the publisher of this book. Total-E-Bound has been very good to me on listening to what I want and my thoughts on the covers. I’ve been very lucky. I chose both people because they embodied what the characters looked like. Emmy Ellis did the fantastic color blocking. I love that it’s unusual and unique.
Natasha: What kinds of research did you have to do to write Sunshine of Your Love?
Wendi: I had to do lots of research. Goodness. I poured over any and all books I could get my hands on concerning that period of time. I watched Vietnam in HD about twelve times. I talked to individuals who’d been in the war and those who lived in those times. I took plenty of notes and searched fashion of the time, too. It was hard, but a lot of fun.
Wendi: The fashion and the lingo. It wasn’t totally bohemian and flower child, but there is a lot of flowy stuff happening. There is a huge variety. Not everyone looked like Goldie Hawn and many of the outfits are the beginnings of what we wear now. Lots of jeans, t-shirts, flowy dresses and LOTS of platform shoes.
Grin. I enjoyed seeing the genesis of some of the phrases we use now. Cool was a popular word, but men called their significant other’s ‘sunshine’. That’s another place I got the title for the story from. They still called things they liked ‘boss’ and there was no such thing as the cd players or cassettes. Everything was on vinyl. How cool? The Beatles had just broken up and music was evolving. Yeah, the whole thing, researching, was fun.
Natasha: Would you write another story in this time period?
Wendi: I’d love to. There is at least one secondary character that gets a very brief mention, but I know she’d love to have her story told. Once she starts talking, I’ll be writing. Grin.
Thanks to Natasha Blackthorne for having me here on the blog today. She’s one of my dearest friends and a great writer. I’m having so much fun being here. Always a great time hanging out with friends. Feel free to comment. What is YOUR favourite part of the seventies? Least favourite? I’d love to know!
Natasha: Thank you, Wendi, for the lovely compliment. ;) And thank you also for sharing about your exciting new release. It is always a pleasure to have you here.
Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.
Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.
Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.
|Number of pages||57|
|Genre||Historical (Recent)/ Men in Uniform|
|eReaders Supported||All current eReaders|
|Send direct to Kindle?||Yes|
|Cover art by||Posh Gosh|
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"Mr Tony Rowe, please report to the service desk. Mr Tony Rowe. Report to the service desk. This is your third page. Thank you."
Noel scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes. The noise in the terminal grated on his nerves. Intercoms blared over shouts of hello and homecoming. Somewhere behind him a woman wept. Children shrieked and laughed. He didn’t know the Mr Rowe being paged, but, damn it, couldn’t the guy answer already?
Noel sighed and made his way down the steps to the baggage area. In less than three hours’ time, he’d be home—not sitting waist deep in foetid water, not being shot at by unseen individuals brandishing AK—47s, or having rocks thrown at him in California by protesters who only saw the war on television, but home in his bed with a woman in his arms.
If she still cared.
Staying the course for three tours of duty had been his decision, but, every time he’d come home between tours and asked her what she thought, Sophie had brushed him off. Did she even love him at all?
Noel grabbed his duffle and glanced around the cavernous room. According to Sophie’s letters, she’d be coming to greet him when he landed in Cleveland. Then again, he hadn’t received a letter from her in more than nine months. Maybe she was upstairs in the main lounges. Maybe she’d brought Mario with her. God knew Noel hadn’t exchanged more than a couple of words with his brother in almost four years. Maybe it was time to bury the hatchet.
On the way through the terminal, he’d noticed signs directing travellers where to go, but, wherever he looked, nothing mentioned the baggage area. Where was a sign or map when he needed one? He groaned. He’d been so confident before his deployment. The confidence was still there, just buried down deep in his gut. He’d seen things in Vietnam very few people would understand.
Taking one step at a time, Noel forced himself to go back on to the main floor of the airport. If Sophie was up there, he’d find her.
Shouts erupted from the far end of the room. "Make love, not war!" Signs bounced and footsteps thumped on the floor.
"Power to the people."
"Nixon’s a liar!"
"Get us out of there!"
"Peace is the answer."
Noel ground his teeth together and turned his back on the protesters. If they only knew what had really happened. He’d heard about the reports on the television and seen them first—hand when he’d been laid over in California. The news only told the bloody part of the story. He’d been there. The horrors shown on the television barely scratched the surface of what went on in Vietnam. So many men dead and too many lives destroyed. He tamped down his anger and scanned the room once more. Where the hell was Sophie or Mario? One of them should surely be here to greet him.
He paused. That voice wasn’t Sophie. Too smooth and sweet. Noel glanced over his shoulder, turning slowly. The blonde grinned and twiddled with the bracelet decorating her thin wrist. Her green eyes sparkled in the harsh lighting.
"Welcome home, Noel." She nibbled on her bottom lip then smiled.