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Interview & #Giveaway with Susan Clayton-Goldner, author of Redemption Lake


Holly: Hi! Would you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I’m a woman, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a writer. I grew up with four brothers on the banks of the Delaware River in a little town called, New Castle, Delaware. I have also lived in Virginia, Tennessee, Wisconsin, Arizona and now Oregon. I have two children and I returned to college (having completed two years at the University of Delaware) when my youngest child entered first grade. I got a degree in Creative Writing and enrolled in their MFA program, completing the course work before we moved to Oregon.  I continue to do workshops and take classes, mostly in poetry or fiction. When I’m not writing, I enjoy making stained glass windows and quilts. In some ways they are similar—except I’m telling stories with fabric and glass instead of words.

Holly: Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I have an enormous amount of gratitude to my readers. Before I had a book published, I had no idea how much it would mean to me to have a reader write a review or send me an e-mail about what the book meant to them—how they’d stayed up all night reading. Or how they’d needed a box of tissues. Or how they’d learned something about love or forgiveness. When I started getting reviews on Amazon for my first book, A Bend In The Willow, I would cry whenever I read a good one. My husband would come into the room find me like that and ask, “who died?” Knowing a reader enjoyed the book means so much more to me than any money I make (probably a good thing, ha)

Holly: Do you write an outline before starting a book or just write?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I often write a step sheet—which is a brief summary of the scenes I want to include (one or two sentences) Recently I started writing a document called “What I Know About My Story.”  I write down everything I know about each character, their backstory, what they love, what they hate. I include ideas for scenes, a brief synopsis. I include their character growth—how they will change as a result of the events of the story. It is a document that grows with the story. I keep adding to it as I write and make new discoveries.

Holly: Is there an author or book that influenced you or your writing in any way growing up or as an adult?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Of all the books I read as a child, I was most influenced by To Kill A Mockingbird. I think it was the character Atticus Finch. He was so amazing, so larger-than-life, so good. He was a man with integrity who fought with everything he had for a man he knew he couldn’t save—no matter how hard he tired. But he had to try. He was a true hero. And reading about him made me want to create larger-than-life characters, too. 

Holly: I know authors get asked this a lot but do you have any advice that you would give to aspiring writers?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Write the very best book you can write. Hire an editor. Don’t rely on friends and your mother to tell you the truth. Rewrite. And then start sending it out. If you get a rejection, and the editor or agent offers advice, take it.  If not, send it to someone else. Don’t give up. Tenacity is the best gift a writer can have.

Holly: Can you tell us, in your own words not the book description, a little about your book?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Redemption Lake is the story of Matthew Garrison, an eighteen year-old boy who is carrying a load of guilt about the drowning death of his cousin when they were both twelve. He makes a scene at his mother’s remarriage, then gets drunk with his best friend’s mother. They end up having sex. Both of them are appalled by what they’ve done. She takes his keys and insists that Matt sleep before driving. When he awakens, she is dead in a bathtub of blood. Matt doesn’t know if she killed herself because of what they’d done, or if someone killed her. He only knows he must protect his friend. He has to intercept Travis and prevent him from seeing his mother like this.

I won’t say anymore for fear of spoiling the plot.

Holly: Where can we purchase this book?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: It can be purchased in many places. I’ve included some links to buy:



Kobo Redemption Lake     https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/redemption-lake-2

Smashwords – Redemption Lake  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/713414

Holly: Can we expect more novels from you in 2017?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: The second book in the Radhauser series, When Time Is A River, will be released in the fall of 2017

Holly: Are you working on anything at the moment?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I’m currently working on the 3rd novel in the Radhauser series entitled, River of Silence. With any luck, it will be released early in 2018.

Random Quickies!

Holly: Pepsi or coke?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Neither

Holly: Favorite kind of chocolate? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: milk

Holly: Cats or dogs? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Cats

Holly: Favorite book to movie? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: To Kill A Mockingbird

Holly: Hardback/Paperback or eReader? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: E-reader

Holly: Why do you like eReaders more?

Susan Clayton-Goldner: It surprised me to discover how much I enjoy reading on my I-pad. We have a library in our house, filled with traditional books. I never thought I’d adjust to e-books, but turns out I now prefer them. I like being able to adjust the font size. I love the fact that it is backlit and I can read in bed without disturbing my husband. And I also love it that I can carry hundreds of books with me without having to add another suitcase when I travel.

Holly: How many paperback/hardcover books do you own? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: Probably 1,000 or more

Holly: Right now in your line of site, how many books can you see? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I’m sitting in the livingroom, facing the library, so I can see hundreds of books.

Holly: Do you own a laptop or desktop computer? 

Susan Clayton-Goldner: I have both. But I prefer to write on my Macbook Pro.


Mystery
Date Published: May 17, 2017
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

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Tucson, Arizona – Eighteen-year-old Matt Garrison is harboring two terrible secrets: his involvement in the drowning death of his 12-year-old cousin, and a night of drunken sex with his best friend’s mother, Crystal, whom he finds dead the following morning. Guilt forces Matt to act on impulse and hide his involvement with Crystal. 

Detective Winston Radhauser knows Matt is hiding something. But as the investigation progresses, Radhauser’s attention is focused on Matt’s father. Matt’s world closes in when his dad is arrested for Crystal’s murder and Travis breaks off their friendship. Despite his father’s guilty plea, Matt knows his dad is innocent and only trying to protect his son. Devastated and bent on self-destruction, Matt heads for the lake where his cousin died—the only place he believes can truly free him. Are some secrets better left buried?

            Redemption Lake is a novel of love and betrayal. It’s about truth and lies, friendship and redemption, about assuming responsibility, and the risks a father and son will take to protect each other. 

Excerpt: 

For the next hour and a half, he drifted in and out of sleep. Cradled by the night sounds of the desert outside the open window, each time a memory emerged, his thoughts thickened and folded back into sleep. At one point he heard water running for a bath. A little later, he heard a car outside. Oh God, please don’t let it be Travis. He stumbled to the window and opened the curtains. In the street, two long rectangular taillights moved away, turning south onto Oracle Road.
Matt leaned against the wall, staring at the sunflower sheets on Crystal’s bed. The same bed he and Travis had jumped up and down on when they were eight. The digital clock read 10:38 p.m. His head throbbed. He needed to close his eyes. Crystal would wake him in time to leave before Travis got home. He fell back onto the bed.
When he woke up again, the room was very dark. He wore only his boxers and a white T-shirt his mother had insisted upon—claiming his usual dark one would show through his tuxedo shirt. As if the color of his T-shirt could ruin her perfect wedding. But he’d been ingenious and found another way to ruin things for his mother. He turned toward the empty space beside him. It took a few moments for him to realize where he was. He closed his eyes, shook his aching head to clear it. Crystal was his best friend’s mother. What the hell was he doing in her bed?
He thought he heard the sound of the front door open, then close again. Oh God, please don’t let it be Travis. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. One event at a time, he remembered everything.
Fully awake now, he shot from the bed, rocking for a few seconds before he achieved balance, then hurried to the window. The moon hung over the mountaintop, its light silver and unforgiving. Crystal’s driveway was empty. Whoever he’d heard, it wasn’t Travis. On the other side of the street, an engine started. This time the taillights were round. Definitely not Crystal’s Escort. The car turned north on Oracle Road.
Matt let out the breath he’d been holding and glanced at the digital clock—its red letters told him it was 11:20 p.m. He needed to get dressed and leave. The dance ended in forty minutes and Travis would head home. He grabbed his tuxedo pants and shirt from the chair. His hands shook so hard he could barely work the fly and the button on his trousers. He slipped into his shirt, then sat on the edge of the bed. As if he had the flu, his head throbbed and his stomach felt queasy.
He rushed down the hallway toward the bathroom. And when he did, he saw the puddle of blood on the floor beside the bathtub.
He hurried across the room, jerked open the pale green shower curtain.
Crystal lay naked in a bathtub filled with blood-colored water. Her hair, her beautiful blonde curls, had been chopped off, shorter in some places than others, as if a small child had done it. Some of the curls were floating on top of the water.
For a strange moment, everything remained calm and slow.
Her head was propped against one of those blow-up pillows attached to the back of the tub with suction cups. The tint of her skin was pale and slightly blue. Crystal’s eyes were open and staring straight ahead—looking at something he couldn’t see. Blood splattered the white tiles that surrounded the tub. It dripped down them like wet paint. One of her hands flopped over the side of the tub. A single thick drop fell from her index finger into the crimson pond congealing on the linoleum floor. It covered her neck and shoulders. Tiny bubbles of frothy blood still oozed from the gash in her neck.
An empty Smirnoff bottle sat in a puddle of blood on the tub’s rim beside a straight-edged razor blade.
The bathroom was so quiet. Nothing but the sound of his own breathing. He clenched and unclenched his hands. His body grew numb. “Oh no. Oh God, no,” he said, the words thickening in the air in front of him. His head filled with strange sounds—the drone of insects humming, violinists tuning their strings. “What have I done?”
The contents of his stomach rose. He crouched in front of the toilet and heaved until nothing more came up. Then he started to rock, back and forth, muttering what he already knew was a useless prayer. Please, just let her be okay. He said it over and over like an unstoppable mantra. If only he could keep saying the words, maybe he could reverse this unthinkable thing.
Maybe she was still alive. He straightened up and stepped over to the bathtub to check Crystal’s neck for a pulse. As he bent closer, he smelled the metallic scent of her blood as it mixed with her perfume and the stale, metabolized smell of alcohol seeping through her skin. He placed two fingers on her neck, searching for her carotid and pressed. His fingers slipped into the gaping hole. It felt wet and warm. He screamed and jerked them out. They were covered in blood.
He swiped his hand on the front of his shirt, then checked the other side of her neck for a pulse. Please, just let her be okay. Nothing. He shook her by the shoulders, then tried again. Still no pulse. At that moment, he stopped his mantra.
Though he knew she was dead, he held her hand—soft and still warm. It belonged to Crystal, who’d taught him to line dance, who liked hot buttered popcorn with cheddar cheese grated on top. Crystal, who was sometimes irresponsible and drank way too much. Crystal, who’d cheered for him at bat in Little League, cheered just as loud as she had for her own son. Crystal, who’d always be sitting in a bathtub of blood. “I’m sorry.” He squeezed her hand, then let go. “And I swear to you, Travis will never know what happened between us.”
Struggling to his feet, he headed for the kitchen phone to call 911. Halfway to the bathroom door, he stopped. Blood smeared the front of his white shirt. And there was still blood on both his hands, drying beneath his fingernails. His body was slick with fear. He smelled it, tasted it, and felt it coming out of his pores like sweat. His mind told him to call the police, to tell the truth. His heart told him to keep his promise to Crystal. It was the last thing she’d ever ask of him.
He dropped his chin and stared at his shirt. Holy shit. If anyone saw him like this, they’d think he’d killed Crystal. The thought stopped him. Had he? Was he capable of doing something so heinous?
The bubble of panic in his throat got bigger. He hurried across the bathroom to wash his hands. There were more clumps of hair in the sink and a hardened blue streak of toothpaste. He used toilet paper to pick up the hair clumps and dropped them into the trashcan. Looking at the uncapped tube beside Crystal’s toothbrush, he felt as if something had been cut out of his chest.
He grabbed the sides of the sink, stared at himself in the mirror. The face staring back resembled no one he’d ever seen before. Was it the face of a murderer? Had he just pushed someone else to her death? He shook his head—breathing in short gasps, like a swimmer gearing up for a plunge. His lungs burned as if he were being swept away by a strong current.
When the memory of his cousin’s death surfaced, as it often did, Matt used his fists to hammer the stranger’s face he saw reflected in the medicine cabinet. The mirror fractured, sending out long cracks in every direction. The face split into interlocking parts like an abstract puzzle. One jagged sliver fell into the sink, breaking in half. It left a black and empty space in what had once been the mirror.
He held onto the sides of the sink again and rocked slowly in front of it, still staring at the blood on his hands and under his fingernails. “You’re all right,” he said, but could barely hear the words, the sounds inside his head were so loud.
In his mind he saw himself letting go of the sink and getting as far away from this nightmare as possible. But it would destroy Travis to come home and find his mother like this. Matt had to intercept him.
He washed his hands, then rinsed the blood from the sides and bowl of the sink, recapped the toothpaste and tucked it into the medicine cabinet. He wrapped the shards of mirror in toilet tissue, careful to avoid getting his fingerprints on the glass, and placed them in the trashcan, jagged sides down. There were no towels in the bathroom, so he wiped his wet hands on his pant legs. Panic rolled in, sucked him under.
What should he do? Call the police? His father? 911? If he did, there’d be a recording of his voice and he’d have a lot of explaining to do. The police often suspected 911 callers. They might take his DNA. What if they found semen inside of Crystal? What if they matched it to Matt’s DNA? If that happened, they’d know. It would be in the newspapers. It would hurt Travis. He couldn’t let that happen.
He hurried back into Crystal’s bedroom. Hands shaking, he sat on the edge of her bed and put on his socks and shoes. Then, as if he were someone else, running through an obstacle course, he went into the kitchen and gathered the empty beer bottles. He took them out into the garage and carefully placed them in their cardboard carriers. Next he wiped the kitchen table, closed the open drawers, loaded the dishwasher, emptied the ashtrays, then made Crystal’s bed with fresh sheets. He tossed the sunflower sheets into the washing machine and started the cycle, careful to wipe his prints from the lid and dial. With the same cloth, he wiped down the edge of the plastic shower curtain, then pulled it closed—the way he’d found it. For the most part, his fingerprints were easily explained. He’d spent almost as much time in Travis’ house as his own.
Matt stood in front of the coffee table. He heard the candles guttering, smelled the wax melting. He blew them out, then picked up the clothes Crystal had discarded in the hallway beside the bathroom door. Folding them neatly, he then placed them on the chair beside her window. He grabbed her red cowboy boots from the living room and set them beneath the chair. It was the least he could do for Travis.
The clock on the stove read 11:45 p.m. The Narrow Way didn’t allow opposite sex teenagers to spend unsupervised time together. Jennifer’s parents would pick her up from the dance. That meant Travis would be leaving for home soon.
If Matt hurried, he could intercept him, convince him to spend the night with Matt and his dad. He raced into Travis’ bedroom, jerked open the drawer where he kept his T-shirts. Surely he had a plain black or a dark blue one somewhere. Matt lifted the stacks of folded shirts until he found one, then ripped off the tuxedo and stained T-shirt, slipped Travis’ shirt over his head, then grabbed his jacket from the kitchen chair and hurried outside.
On the back deck, insects clustered around the light fixture, high-pitched, insistent and frantic. The sound reminded him of Crystal’s voice when she’d pleaded with him not to tell Travis. Why hadn’t he agreed?
In the carport, Matt unlocked the trunk of his Mustang, a restored nineteen sixty-seven Grande that had been his mom’s first car, and dropped both the jacket and the bloodstained shirt inside. Silence ballooned into the night air around him, a strange silence with a ticking heartbeat. Then he remembered the cufflinks. Crystal had tucked them into his shirt pocket. He checked. They weren’t there. He plunged his hands into his pants pockets and then the tuxedo jacket. No cufflinks. He didn’t have time to go back inside. He had to stop Travis from coming home.

When he climbed into the front seat, he looked out through the windshield, but the dome light inside the car and the darkness outside had changed the glass into a mirror. He turned away. His face was the last thing he wanted to see.


About the Author

Susan Clayton-Goldner was born in New Castle, Delaware and grew up with four brothers along the banks of the Delaware River. She is a graduate of the University of Arizona's Creative Writing Program and has been writing most of her life. Her novels have been finalists for The Hemingway Award, the Heeken Foundation Fellowship, the Writers Foundation and the Publishing On-line Contest. Susan won the National Writers' Association Novel Award twice for her novels and her poetry was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies including Animals as Teachers and Healers, published by Ballantine Books, Our Mothers/Ourselves, by the Greenwood Publishing Group, The Hawaii Pacific Review-Best of a Decade, and New Millennium Writings. A collection of her poems, A Question of Mortality was released in 2014 by Wellstone Press. Her novel, A Bend In The Willow, was published in January 2017. Redemption Lake, the first in a 3-book detective series, will be released May 17, 2017. Prior to writing full time, Susan worked as the Director of Corporate Relations for University Medical Center in Tucson, Arizona. 

Susan shares a life in Grants Pass, Oregon with her husband, Andreas, her fictional characters, and more books than one person could count. In her spare time, Susan likes to make quilts and stained glass windows. She says it is a little bit like writing, telling stories with fabric and glass.

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