Author of twenty six romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time.
The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in eastern Tennessee and Georgia. She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”
So, what have you written?
I have written 30 novels over the last thirty-five years, in two different incarnations. From 1983-1986, I wrote eighteen books for Candlelight Ecstasy under the pen name Emily Elliott. (The pen name was to protect my teaching job.) Since 2013, I have written twelve original books for Boroughs Publishing and overseen the revision and reissue of three of the old Candlelights. I use my real name these days.
How many books to your series?
I have two series out. The Texas Hill Country series consists of nine stories total. The last book in that series, ‘Once, Again’ features two characters who go to Appalachia at the end of the story as heroes in the Smoky Blue series. At this point, there are six books in Smoky Blue. Three are out, one is in the word processor in progress and two are plotted. There may be more in Smoky Blue-stay tuned!
Five things people wouldn’t know about Emily Mims
- She got engaged to her husband five days after she met him on a field trip to Mexico City. She was 18, he was 22. She came home and married him the following year. They have celebrated their 45th anniversary-she must have known what she was doing!
- She plays four musical instruments-the piano, the organ, the dulcimer (like Kylie) and the ukulele (like heroine Leilani Mahuiki of ‘Evergreen’) and performs publicly in a dulcimer group and in a ukulele group. She could probably get out a chord chart and play her guitar again if she had time!
- Her favorite place in the world is the beach across from her lake house in Paradise Point, Texas. (Paradise Point became Heaven’s Point for the Texas Hill Country series.)
- She loves Mexican food-oh, wait, she lives in San Antonio. You probably already knew that.
- She drives down the highway making up stories in her head. And she has a lot of highway time in which to do that. She and her husband took six road trips last year consisting of over 15,000 miles and literally drove from coast to coast. (We saw the Atlantic from Savannah in January and again in October and the Pacific from San Diego in July.)
Do you have a Bucket List? If so top 5 things on it
Top five items-see Alaska (taking care of this in June), driving the causeway from Miami to Key West (taking care of this in July), seeing a total eclipse (taking care of this in August), visiting Europe (hopefully in 2018 or 2019), and visiting somewhere in the South Pacific (who knows?). I also hope to see the rest of the states in the US that I haven’t visited yet. I’ve seen over half, but I’m still missing a lot of them. Oh, and someday I hope to see honest-to-God fall foliage. We don’t do fall in South Texas!
Have you ever gone to a convention?
I’ve been to three RWA conventions-New York 1984, San Antonio 2014, San Diego 2016. All three of them were great…and if you want a little attention, parade your husband through the lobby wearing a T-shirt that says ‘I make love to a romance writer’. Also, in my other life as an educator, I went to many conventions for science teachers.
Have you ever written a scene that reduced you to tears?
A couple of times. In ‘Solomon’s Choice,’ Caroline is briefly reunited with her dead husband, who sends her back to the man who loves her and her son. And in ‘Smoke’, writing the last love scene before Cooper sends Francesca back to her old life.
Mist by Emily Mims
The widow of a lying drug dealer, dulcimer-player Kylie Barstow Richards finds herself struggling to see through the mists of the Smoky Mountains to the truth-about her life, about the nightclub where she works, and about the bluegrass-playing musician who has arrived to steal her heart.
Someone is distributing drugs out of the nightclub Acoustics, and undercover DEA operative Reynolds Navarro has come to Bristol, Tennessee to find out who. His prime suspect? The beautiful and deceitful dulcimer player Kylie Barstow Richards, whose drug-dealing husband was gunned down and who now has illicit funds feeding into an offshore account in her name. In order to complete his investigation, Ren must gain her trust and access to her home. What better way than with a kiss?
Kylie hates liars. She has been lied to all of her life, and Ren Campbell seems too good to be true. Handsome, sexy and talented, the bluegrass guitar player is everything she’d wished of her first husband. And suddenly he’s her protector, too. But as danger encroaches as the morning mists of the Smoky Mountains, Kylie must learn whom she can trust-and whom she can love.
Kylie looked Ren in the eye. “How much of that is the truth and how much of it was bullshit?”
Ren’s lips firmed. “It’s the truth, every damned bit of it. And that’s also why I did what I did. The DEA honestly thought you were guilty. A drug dealer took out one of my best friends, Kylie. I’ve missed Jerry every day for the last two years.”
“And that justifies what you did to me? Sorry, Ren. Not buying it. And I don’t care what your reasons for lying were, a liar is a liar. And I can’t stand liars.”
“I get that, Kylie. Look, obviously we blew it, and I’m just as sorry as I can be that I hurt you.”
“If you can be believed, which I seriously doubt.”
“I do mean it. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“I am, too, Ren. I was just beginning to have a little bit of faith and trust again and you very effectively managed to take that away from me. Congratulations. I will probably never trust another man as long as I live.”
“Aw, Kylie, no.” Ren leaned forward. “Look, I know there is no way I can take back the lies I’ve already told. But I can promise you this. I will never, ever lie to you again about anything.”
Kylie shrugged. “And now I’m supposed to believe that? Ren, I’m sorry. The damage is done. The trust is broken. Kind of like Humpty Dumpty.”
“I understand. But Kylie, I’m going to tell you the truth from now on whether you believe me or not.”
“Knock yourself out.”