RR: Congratulations on your latest release! Tell me a little about Sins of the Father.
Jamie: Thank you! Sins of the Father is the story of Ophelia who goes to a college party only to have things go from bad to worse. Caught up in a revenge plot against her father, she finds herself kidnapped and held against her will. But Sawyer is a villain
RR: How is this work similar to your other novels? In what way is it different?
Jamie: My contemporary novels all have a gritty quality to them that doesn’t shy away from reality and human nature, but Sins of the Father is a bit darker than some of my other work. It’s also the first time I’ve written a ‘hero’ character with questionable morals.
RR: Who is your intended audience?
Jamie: Sins of the Father is a New Adult novel. The characters are in their early twenties, and the theme and some of the darker elements may not be appropriate for younger ages.
RR: From where did you get the idea for this story?
Jamie: As with most of my stories, the idea popped into my head around 2 in the morning while I was trying to sleep, but the storyline was influenced by the gorgeous cover when I first saw it as a photograph.
RR: Are the characters’ names significant in any way?
Jamie: Not really. I love the name Fi, and Sawyer was my favorite character on Lost. Another hero with questionable morals.
RR: Do you identify with any of the characters in Sins of the Father? If so, which one(s)?
Jamie: I put a little of myself into every character I write. If I had to choose a character from Sins of the Father that’s most like me, I’d say Ophelia. We share a dislike for loud, crowded parties and an intense desire to fly below the radar in any and all social situations.
RR: What’s next? Is this a series, or are you moving on to something new?
Jamie: Sins of the Father was written as a stand-alone and can be read as one, though there is the possibility of a sequel bouncing around in my brain. For now, however, I’m focused on wrapping up a couple other series I have open (Fight or Flight and Atlantis).
RR: If Sins of the Father were made into a movie, who would you include in your dream cast?
Jamie: Hmm . . . I think Kirsten Dunst would make a pretty good Ophelia. And Stephen Amell is a perfect Sawyer.
Jamie: Demons- Imagine Dragons
I’ll Follow You- Shinedown
Save You- Simple Plan
Burning House- Cam
Going Under- Evanesence
Nice, Naïve, and Beautiful- Plumb
Bleeding Out- Imagine Dragons
Monster- Imagine Dragons
RR: A reader is debating whether or not to read Sins of the Father. What would you like to say to persuade him/her to read it?
Jamie: Sins of the Father is a story that will make you feel for the characters. All of them—good and bad—but it in no way romanticizes kidnapping. Quite the opposite, in fact. It shows the emotional struggle from both sides as a dual perspective narrative. If you love books that make you think as well as feel, then I hope you’ll give Sins of the Father a chance.
Here's a Sneak Peak!
“It’s late.” Frank stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside, and flopped onto his blanket, wrapping it around him. “You deal with her.”
I strung together a few more chords before abandoning the instrument. The cuffs were tucked away beneath the cot. I reached for them slowly, knowing this wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of us, but if I didn’t do it Frank would lose his damn mind. And that would be worse. “Do you need to use the bathroom again?”
“N-no.” She stared at the restraints as though they may jump up and bite her. “What are you doing with those?”
The weight of exhaustion settled heavy on my shoulders. “It’s been a long day, Sparrow. Everyone’s burnt-out. We can’t stay up all night guarding you. You—”
“My name is Fi.” Her tongue darted out, tracing her lower lip. “Ophelia.”
“I know that.” And I knew what she was doing, taking a page right out of Psych 101. Humanize yourself to your captors; make them see you as a person rather than a means to an end. Smart girl.
“I won’t try anything. I won’t . . . I won’t try to escape or anything. I promise.” Her eyes shimmered in the torchlight. “Please don’t?”
She was killing me. Folding the cuffs into my palm—out of sight, out of mind—I ducked my head to draw her attention upward. “It’s just for the night, Fi. Just so we can all get some rest. Okay?”
Her lips quivered before she pressed them together. The indecision written all over her face was as clear as the moment she realized she didn’t actually have a choice. I could feel her hand trembling as she placed it gingerly in mine. If it wasn’t for the utter exhaustion clawing at me like some feral beast, I would’ve said screw it, let her be and stood guard all night, but I knew I wouldn’t make it through.
“There you go.” I didn’t mean to sound like some condescending asshole. Laying one finger along the inside of her wrist to make sure it wasn’t too tight, I held her eyes as I looped the cuff. Something flared in her gaze. Something dark, and considering the trigger . . . I didn’t want to know.