Throwback Thursday – Patchwork Heaven with Jamie Samms

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It’s throwback Thursday, and I am nostalgic. Not just because I’m writing a post about one of my older books, but because this time of year—the fall—always takes me back to being a kid in the country. I now live in the house I used to visit my grandparents in, back when I was a wee one. My parents still live in the house where I grew up. Though it has changed its outward appearance a great deal since then, it hasn’t changed its inner heart.

Now, it’s twice this size, covered in stucco and the black roof is sided in cream-coloured vinyl. There’s a gorgeous porch, trees and flowers, and it still serves as the family hub. I was married right there on front lawn 20 years ago. In a few short weeks, we will observe a Canadian Thanksgiving inside it’s walls, all 62 (not even joking) of my immediate family, plus our pets and our peripherals—friends and almost family. Or most of them, anyway.

With a family that big, and the continuity present in that house, and the one where I now live, it is impossible for me not to incorporate family and all it’s pockets of love, vibrancy, trials, troubles, strength and struggles in my stories. In Patchwork Heaven, which came out on exactly the day am writing this three years ago, family is key. Coby and his twin are the backbone of their country band the book is named after. Coby’s bodyguard Gregor and his father, likewise, the foundation of the security company hired to protect them.

Sometimes, those strong ties make it difficult to see things clearly. Sometimes, they bind, sometimes, they offer a safety net. But that is the nature of family. It’s never perfect, only necessary. Coby and Bruce are inseparable, with all the love, hate, frustration and solidity that comes with being brothers. Bruce has made some bad choices, but Coby sticks by him, even when those choices come, not just knocking on their door, but dragging Coby outside, literally kicking all the way, into danger and trouble. It’s also that special bond of twins that keeps them connected when all else seems lost.

This story is as much a celebration of what it means to be family, no matter what, as it is a love story between Coby and Gregor. We’ve often heard it said that blood runs thicker than water. Whatever that means. Sharing blood and DNA with another person means we don’t have a choice about being related. That doesn’t change the fact we still decide, with every interaction, to have a relationship with someone, blood and DNA notwithstanding. Coby and Bruce choose brotherhood, and that is as important to this story as Coby falling for his bodyguard, and part of the reason I love it so much.

I hope readers like it, too, and see it for what it is: a testament to what family can be. I’m willing to give a copy of it to a reader who comments and tells me a bit about their favourite family moment, past, present or imagined.

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Singer Coby Kennedy and his drummer twin, Bruce, have a band called Patchwork Heaven. They have been rising steadily up the country music charts, but unfortunately, that rise has attracted unwanted attention. Faced with anonymous letters, sinister gifts, and the wanton destruction of their personal space, they hire The Detail, a specialized security firm. Coby never anticipated Gregor, The Detail’s owner and his personal guard, would be quite so intriguing.

As the stalker gets closer and more violent and questions pile up, Gregor fears his past might get in the way of him finding who is threatening his client when he becomes suspect number one. Even though Coby is convinced Gregor is not behind the threat, Gregor is not sure he’s the right man to keep Coby safe, either from the stalker, or from his own interest in the singer.

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About Jaime

Jaime has been writing for various publishers since the fall of 2008, although she’s been writing for herself far longer. Her Stories about men falling in love are the stories that she loves to read, so it seemed to make sense if she was going to write, they would also be the stories she wrote.

These days, you can find plenty of free reading on her website. She also writes for Various Publishers.

Spare time, when it can be found rolled into a ball at the back of the dryer or cavorting with the dust bunnies in the corners, is spent crocheting, drawing, gardening (weather permitting, of course, since she is Canadian!), or watching movies. She has a day job, as well, which she loves, and two kids, but thankfully, also a wonderful husband who shoulders more than his fair share of household and child-care responsibilities.

She graduated some time ago from college with a fine arts diploma, and a major in textile arts, which basically qualifies her to draw pictures and create things with string and fabric. One always needs an official slip of paper to fall back on after all . . .

 

 

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10 Comments

  1. jaimesamms jaimesamms
    September 28, 2017    

    Thanks for the chance to talk about this one, Grace. I appreciate the chance to plug an old favourite.

    • Grace Duncan Grace Duncan
      September 28, 2017    

      I’m happy to offer the space!

  2. Dreamseeker Dreamseeker
    September 28, 2017    

    Love your books. I’ve many favorite family memories, but I will mention two:
    First, similar to yours was getting together with extended family at Christmas (parents cousins/brothers/sisters and their families). If everyone showed from just my Mom’s family around 125 would show up. We rented a hall. It was great to catch up with everyone and see all the changes that had happened over the year.
    Second, I got to listen to my mom’s brother and sisters reminisce about growing up and the difference they perceived in the household. Some of the siblings were almost 20 years apart, so they had very different memories. The family lived in the same town for close to 100 years so the photo’s were amazing. Not the part where I had the same high school teacher as my mom. That was just weird. But the memories were fabulous.

    • jaimesamms jaimesamms
      September 28, 2017    

      Same teachers as older sibs (I’m #8 of 9) and that age gap, along with the very different household dynamics. All of that. So true! Thanks for sharing.

  3. bgthomasbooks bgthomasbooks
    September 28, 2017    

    Three

    When I was a kid my mother took me to this out door arena to see 4th of July fireworks. It was really amazing and I can remember it to this day, even though I couldn’t have been much older than eight. This was the first time I had been aware of the type of fireworks that are stationary. In other words they were like these big billboard kind of things where the fireworks go off in a way that pictures are lit up. Sort of like a neon sign. One even told the story of the Great San Francisco Earthquake. I was blown away and I remember being very aware that I was with the family I loved, within an arena of thousands of families.

    Flash forward to my twenties when I have a daughter of my own. She is quite young and we went out to Liberty Memorial in Kansas City and the KC Symphony Orchestra was them playing and they took a rest for the fireworks but then began playing again for the grand finale with the William Tell Overture, the fireworks going berserk with the finale part of the song. But what was so powerful about this moment was Jayli on my shoulders, her arms raised in amazement and me thinking that she was my family–one that God had given me a wonderful chance to have–and how this world comes full circle.

    And finally, when I came out, going to the Midwest Men’s Festival with my husband and they actually, for several years, did a big fireworks show. The real stuff, big deal–although nothing like what a city could put on of course. R and I were helping put them off! Others were watching the fireworks we were setting off. And there I was, doing it with the love of my life–my husband–my family of choice, and seeing how full circle life and love really does come.

    • jaimesamms jaimesamms
      September 29, 2017    

      That is a beautiful Story, B.G. What truly romantic books are made of right there. (But you already know that!) Thank you for sharing it! HUGS

  4. Trix Trix
    September 28, 2017    

    I remember sitting in my nieces’ bedroom on Christmas Eve 2006, wearing the San Jose Sharks hockey jersey their folks had just given me, which was just what I wanted. (The girls were pretty little then.) I was telling them about the Steve Martin movie THE JERK, and we were giggly. I saw my brother peek his head in, smile, wipe away a tear, and walk out. The FEELS, man!

    • jaimesamms jaimesamms
      September 29, 2017    

      Awww. How sweet! Steve martin FTW. I have four brothers. They don’t show it often, but it’s so nice to see when they let a little of the feels show through.

  5. September 28, 2017    

    I’ve got plenty of fun family stories since my family is pretty darn close. I’ll have to save my favorite memories were when my parents would take the whole family down to the beach to spend all day there. We would spend time on the sand, get some food, walk the boardwalk and visit the arcade. Then we would all get back in the car for the 45 minute drive home.

    • jaimesamms jaimesamms
      September 29, 2017    

      Being Canadian, my memories like that are more often days spent in the bush on skis and snowmobiles, snow shoes, all of us trekking out to the end of the trail and back on sunny winter days, the hot chocolate and the fireplace when we got home. Fun times.

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