Nadine Christian – Author Interview

If romance in an exotic setting accompanied by a bit of steam is one of the flavors you enjoy, this interview with author Nadine Christian should be of interest.

What genre(s) do you write? Young Adult, Middle Grade and Contemporary Banyan Tree in Thomas Edison Garden at Fort Myers Florida USARomance.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?  I’m a mother of five beautiful kids, a wife, a writer and live on a picturesque South Pacific Island. Pitcairn is the home of the HMAV Bounty Mutineers, so it already has a rich history. Now I’m making my own mark on the place!

How long have you been writing and what inspired you to begin writing? I haven’t been writing long – I really only started in 2012. I began with a non-fiction piece about the island. A friend liked it so much that she asked why not fiction? So my mind began to reel with possibilities.

What is the last book you read? I re-read Carrie by Stephen King. Love me some blood and guts!

Which writers inspire you?  Actually, my mentors at Scribophile inspire me. I have quite a few wonderful people there who help, critique and guide me – and I try to progress from their experience and help.

Where did you get the idea from for your novel, “Remembering Love”? My island mainly. I began with two children playing together in the banyan trees, and their witness to a terrible tragedy. The story re-starts as Holly begins to track her roots, and finds herself on Pitcairn Island – a home she doesn’t remember.

Can you tell us something about the story?  When her beloved foster parents pass away, Holly discovers a past both shocking and heartbreaking. The murder/suicide of her biological parents, on the South Pacific island of Pitcairn, famous for the HMAV Bounty mutineers. Traveling to a home she does not remember, Holly reconnects with long-lost childhood friend Jack. An old friendship quickly becomes more… until a dark secret is uncovered. Will joyous love remembered become heartbreak? Can she find out the truth before someone else is hurt.

Who do you think will like reading your book and what other novels do you think are similar to it? Romance is the same everywhere – the tale of two people falling in love – but just different settings, different obstacles placed in their way. My book has the twist of a murder/suicide and a beautiful island!

Are you working on a new book at the moment? Yes – Two actually. A sequel to a Young Adult, and a new romance.

Where can people go to read your work? At the moment I have a blog where you can get a taste of the island. Remembering Love was released by Eternal Press on the 1st of February, and you can check out my website.

Which writers inspire you? Nora Roberts, Stephanie Meyers, Stephen King, Jack Layman.

Do you have any tips for aspiring authors? Study your craft. Join a great critique group.

Good reviews, mixed reviews, bad reviews – what are your thoughts on each of those? All reviews are great. Who was it that said no news was good news? Rubbish. Any news is good news. If one person thinks something sucked, another will love it. Take the glowing reviews with the bad and start again!

Nadine’s Blog 
Remembering Love 
Nadine’s Website


Excerpt from Remembering Love:

Holly let the heavy suitcases fall out of her hands and land with a double thud on the paved driveway. She turned her heart shaped face to the sun, closing her eyes tight against the glare, enjoying the heat on her face. She rolled her head and then her shoulders, rotating her arms; they felt as if they were nearly pulled from their sockets.

Gazing down at her hands she sighed. Being slender with a build not used to carrying heavy loads, the weight of the cases handles had left bright red welts in her palms. She rubbed her hands together like a miser gloating over a pile of money, trying to get feeling back into unfeeling fingers.

 Shaking the last of the numbness out of her hands she stood placing them on her slim hips and looked up at the old clapboard house. In the bright morning sunlight its gabled roof and wooden exterior appeared haggard and tired. The place screamed desperately for a coat of paint and some good old fashioned elbow grease—or alternatively a wrecking ball.

She smiled wearily; the house looked like she felt—exhausted.