Original Title: Wings of Hope
Author: Hillary E. Peak
Publisher: Createspace
Published Date: December 9th 2011
Genre: Family, Fiction
The bond of a father and daughter is special. When Jules father asks her to come be stay with him because he's terminally ill, she goes for the remarkable opportunity to really know her father. She never dreamed he had liberated a concentration camp, dealt cards to Bugsy Siegel or saved the life of a Black Panther. Wings of Hope takes you on a road trip through the memories of a man making peace with his life through his conversations with his daughter. Teaching her that death is sometimes the most heartbreakingly beautiful part of life. Hope is the last gift of a father to his daughter--the power to reach for her dreams.
INTERVIEW WITH HILLARY PEAK
Is there an inspiration
behind why you chose writing?
Yes,
while I was pregnant, I was really missing my father. So I started writing down his stories to
be sure I shared them with my child.
From that was formed a fiction novel.
When you were
little, what did you want to be when you "grew up"?
I wanted to be an actress. (which would have been a much better choice
than a lawyer, which is what I do when I’m not writing!)
Finish the
sentence- one book I wish I had written is....
Bel Canto. I still think about
that book.
What are your
current literary works? Any sneak peaks?
I just finished a legal thriller entitled
“Justice Scorned.”
Preview: The
night was balmy--a perfect spring evening, just a little breeze cooling the
air. The cherry trees, empty of their
white blooms rustled softly. The water
rippled, making the reflection of the monuments appear to shimmer in the
water. Suzanne drank it in.
“This
is Washington at its best,” the Judge thought as he and his wife made their way
back to the court’s parking garage after seeing Contact at the Warner
Theatre. The Judge walked down E street,
his hands stuffed in his pockets, his wife two steps behind him, trying to keep
up.
Randall
and Suzanne walked by the guard station, waving at the Marshall.
“I’ve
got some things to do in the office,” Randall said evasively, not looking in
Suzanne’s eyes. “I’ll walk you to your
car then meet you at home later.”
“If
it’s alright,” she said meekly, “I’d like to come up and use the powder room
before I get in the car. I’m not certain
I can make it all the way home.”
Randall
sighed and tried not to look annoyed.
She’d been up earlier this evening, hadn’t that been enough? Must he be subjected to further time with
her?
“Of
course, dear,” he smiled, then opened the door to the elevators for her. They rode up in silence. “I just wanted a little peace,” he thought to
himself as he watched the lights click from one number to the next. At last, they reached the eighth floor and
stepped out. Randall strode purposefully
in front of Suzanne toward the locked door to the office. The lights in the hallway came on as he
passed in front of each sensor allowing him to move quickly, although he knew
the entire area by heart. After all this
was his domain, his home.
He
stopped at the door, put the key into the lock and turned it. Pushing it open, he caught the doorstop with
the toe of his shoe at the same time.
The office was completely dark in the interior, but beyond the reception
area, into his office, the street lights shone through his windows illuminating
his ornate mahogany desk.
“God,
I love this office,” Randall was drunk on the power and pleasure that all of
this provided him. He ushered Suzanne
in. She moved past him toward the
office. He didn’t bother to turn on the
overhead lights, but he stopped at the lamp between the two chairs--where
visitors often wait to obtain an audience with him, he thought with a
smile. At that moment, he saw a bright
flash out of the corner of his eye, heard a pop, pop, pop like a child’s toy
and a muffled cry.
Randall
rounded the corner into his office and stopped short at the black barrel of a
revolver.
“Wh-what
are you doing here?” he stammered, his heart beating wildly like a hammer in
his chest.
Rather
than an answer, Randall saw the man draw back the gun with a click.
“I’ll
give you whatever you want!” Randall exclaimed, nearly pleading.
The
man laughed. Then, he stepped backwards
angling out the door forcing Randall to move into the room. At that moment, the room seemed to spin and
come back into focus for Randall twice the size it had been before. He saw a large man, dressed completely in
black from head to toe. A ski mask
covered his face completely; he was even wearing black sunglasses to obscure
his eyes. Suzanne was lying face down
between them, her champagne colored dress was slowly changing to a dark
burgundy color as her wounds oozed blood.
The outside light from the windows threw an eerie glow over the entire
scene.
"I
already have what I want," the man growled, taking a step closer to
Randall.
Randall
tried to step back, but before he could move, an explosion of pain wracked his
left shoulder. Randall felt himself fall
to his knees and toppled face first on to the carpet.
The man grabbed Randall’s hand. "I'm going to get that guy," was
the last thought Randall had as the world turned to black.
If you could
travel in a Time Machine would you go back to the past or into the future?
I don’t want to know the future, so
definitely the past.
If you could be
one of the Greek Gods, which would it be and why?
None of them—they all have terrible things
happen!
Please tell us in
one sentence only, why we should read your book.
For anyone who has lost someone, there is
some solace in knowing you are not alone.
Tell us your most
rewarding experience since being published.
Finding out that people relate to my novel has been hugely rewarding.
What's one piece
of advice you would give aspiring authors?
Keep writing—I get better with each novel!
If you could jump
in to a book, and live in that world, which would it be?
The England of Jane Austin.
If someone wrote
a book about your life, what would the title be?
A Search for Happiness.
What is your
favorite scene in the book and why do you love it?
When Jules confronts her mother and decides to follow her
dreams.
Nickname?
Don’t have one.
What is one book
everyone should read?
The Great Gatsby—it has so many levels.
One food you
would never eat?
Brains of any sort—I think of this because it is the first
thing Julia Child thought to try to make.
QUICK ANSWERS
Favorite place?
England
Best christmas
present?
I had my daughter 5 days after
Christmas, so I consider her my present.
Favorite book?
Harry Potter (I think the Sorcerer’s Stone is
my very favorite)
Favorite author?
Too many.
I love books.
Favorite smell?
Hot chocolate
Favorite series?
TV—Vampire Diaries. Book—The Hunger Games
Nickname?
None
Favorite writing
spot?
My desk
Favorite movie?
Meet Joe Black
Favorite dish?
Sushi
Favorite color?
Red
Favorite quote?
“I can't think about that right now. If I
do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.” Scarlett O’Hara
Favorite flavor
of ice cream?
Caramel
Your best trait?
I love to have fun.
Your worst
trait?
I’m very impatient.
Thank you so much for having me today! Hillary peak
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