AuThursday – Paris Wynters

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
I am a multi-racial author who lives in NY. I have been a Pitch Wars mentor for four years. I am also a search and rescue canine handler.
How do you make time to write?
I make time to write to write by planning my days. Life always gets in the way but when I have things planned out I am more able to adjust then when I don’t.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
Absolutely. For me it can be due to stress, health, and even trying to hard.
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
I mostly write contemporary romance. I absolutely love it because I get to explore bits of the human condition, explore and represent the mixed race experience as well as some of the struggles with being disabled. And I absolutely love having happily ever afters.
How are you publishing your recent book and why? 
Most of my books are traditionally published. I am currently working on a novel that will be self published because it falls into a series where my rights were reverted back to me. But I do have another new story I am working on that I hope will be going on submission soon.
Are you an Introvert or Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
Introvert. It becomes hard to interact with people and ask for help. I find that it ends up being tougher for me to get that writer support group bc I feel awkward. But when I’m comfortable around people I do become more extroverted.
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
Do what works for you.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Everyone works differently. No one way is correct, so don’t force yourself to do something that doesn’t work for you even if 90% of everyone else is doing it. If writing every day doesn’t work for you, that’s fine.
Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
on IG and Twitter: @pariswynters
Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?
“Get your stuff,” Qara called over her shoulder, looking back at her grandmother and sister while grabbing for the door handle…only to hit something else. She spun her head forward, her gaze jerking down to see her gloved hand sitting atop another glove. A much larger one and suddenly felt the presence of a large body to her left.
She yelped, jumped, and slipped on an icy patch of sidewalk. A pair of strong hands landed on her shoulders. Steadying her. She lifted her gaze to meet a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Then, the rest of him registered. Tall. Broad shouldered. Cheekbones for days.
Qara blinked and tried to regain her focus, while her heart gave an unsteady thump. “I’m sorry, I thought the cab was pulling over for me.” The man smiled at her before releasing her shoulders and stepping back. He rubbed his chin, a motion that brought Qara’s attention to his sandy-blond beard. Her pulse fluttered again. She’d always been a sucker for a rugged man with facial hair. Apparently that appreciation extended even to taxi thieves.
The man turned up the collar of his wool coat and yanked his knit hat over his ears. “It’s okay. I can hail another one.”
Great. Now she felt bad for accusing him of being a thief. Even if she had done it silently. Qara fiddled with her purse strap and nodded, still feeling a little dazed. Was it just her, or did this guy look like Charlie Hunnam’s younger brother?
While she debated that very important fact, a familiar voice cut through the air. “Nonsense. Where are you heading?” Emee said.
The man turned to face her grandmother. “The Shangri-La Hotel.”
“What a coincidence,” Rose said. She lifted her eyebrows at Qara, and the corners of her mouth tipped up.
Qara’s eyes widened. Oh, no. She knew that look on her sister’s face all too well. Now was not the time for Rose to get involved in her dating life—or lack of one. Enough was said a few days ago at their grandmother’s birthday dinner, and she needed to put an end to this before her sister got any bright ideas. Like playing matchmaker.
Before she could protest, though, her sister piped up again. “That’s where we’re heading. Why not join us? We can all squeeze in.”