Author Interview: Dead Perfect by P.G. Shriver

Welcome to Author P.G. Shriver

P.G. Shriver was born in Buena Park, California. She is the author of two young adult novels so far. P.G. has been writing since the age of seven when her poem won the opportunity of publication in the local newspaper. She discovered that people were affected by her writing; it made them happy, sad, hopeful. Readers easily interpret her writing moods and fall for her well developed characters.
P.G. currently lives in Texas with her husband, daughter and several animals. She works as an instructor at a local college.
P.G. enjoys reading, writing, cooking, walking, horseback riding and spending time with her family and friends.


What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
Rocky Road, hands down!

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?
A tropical fruit, spinach, cucumber smoothie. Yummy!

Please tell us in one sentence only, why we should read your book.
Everyone should read Dead Perfect because it gives the hopeless romantic in us all the hope they need to believe that love could happen anytime, anywhere, for anyone and that redemption and forgiveness are not external, but come from within each person individually.

Any other books in the works? Goals for future projects?
Actually, I have several books in the making at this time: two adult romance novels, a YA paranormal romance, the second book in my series, The Gifted Ones, and many other books. One particular venture that excites me is my upcoming Bobby Jay book for beginning chapter book readers because all proceeds from the sale of that book with go to Autism Speaks. In addition, one of the characters in the book is based on a new blogger friend. I am very excited about working on it, though it probably will not be out for a year because it is illustrated and illustrations can take a bit longer than the writing.

When you were little, what did you want to be when you “grew up”?
A famous author, always… well, except for the one time when I really wanted to be a figure skater.  Then I returned to the author phase. Of course, when I was a teenager, I wanted to be a tennis star! Then, I returned to author, and became a teacher, because I needed to provide for myself! I never gave up on the dream of becoming an author, though. Now I have the opportunity to follow through with my dream.

Hidden talent?
My hidden talent is… painting. I love to paint! I draw, also, but I love working with watercolors.

How do you react to a bad review?
Reviews are the opinions of the readers, not critiques for authors, unless they relate to specific errors the author has made in the work. I try to pay attention only to specific problems readers might mention that my editor or I may have missed. Everyone likes different types of novels, writing styles, and storylines. I always appreciate good reviews, knowing that the reader really understood the meaning and story that I was trying to convey, but there is not one thing wrong with a bad review because everyone has a voice and they should use it to voice their opinions constructively.

If you were a bird, which one would you be?
I would love to be a hummingbird. Hummingbirds eat flies, and flies annoy me. Hummingbirds are fast in flight, can hover, and get to drink nectar and sugar water that kind bird lovers like myself put out for them. They get to travel to warm, buggy climates where flowers are always blooming and they fly 500 miles in 18 hours! Also, it would be beneficial to me because I am currently working on a novel pertaining to hummingbirds, but I don’t want to give away any secrets about it right now! Hehe!

If you were a super hero what would your kryptonite be?
Death of a loved one is my kryptonite. Every time I lose someone I love, it takes me off my course for quite a while. Eventually I return, grasp my muse by her hand, embrace her, and allow her to lead me back to the many stories I have begun.

What’s your favorite season/weather?
Although I spoke of warmer climates with the bird question, my truly favorite season is winter, especially when it snows. I get to do the tasks I love best in winter, like making stews, baking sweets, building snowmen and drinking hot chocolate. I love to see the earth covered in a blanket of white, unblemished by footprints

Who or what inspired you to become an author?
I was inspired to become an author by my elementary school teachers. In second grade, at the ripe old age of seven, we had a poetry contest. My teacher submitted the poems to the local newspaper and mine won. My teacher told me it would win and it did. My mother encouraged me by becoming very excited about the poem, complimenting me on it, and then reading it aloud from the newspaper. My grandmother and Aunt Bonnie continued to be my inspiration as I grew older.

Favorite smell?
I love the smell of vanilla! Vanilla perfume, vanilla extract, vanilla body lotion… love it all!

If you had 24 hours alone how would you spend it?
That’s easy… I would write! I would set my phone alarm to go off every hour as a reminder to get up from my desk, but I would definitely spend the entire time writing without interruption. I could write 24 chapters in twenty-four hours, maybe more. It would be an awesome challenge to write a complete novel in 24 hours!

Write a Haiku about your book
Mel and Davis
Love for all eternity
Ghost interference

Spontaneity or Planning Ahead?
I thrive on spontaneity! I prefer to just pack a bag and take off for somewhere without planning. I love events that happen unexpectedly and I love to go with it. Romance craves spontaneity; without it, ruts rule my life and I am stuck.

Dead Perfect by P.G. Shriver

MEL My lifelong dreams never included falling in love. Graduating top of the class, going to college somewhere far away and starting a life in a place where my alcoholic mother could never find me were the first three goals on my list. Then the unexpected auto accident with Mother, after her regular doses of vodka, altered all of that. With her gone, my life and my perspective changed forever.

DAVIS Desperate to find Joanie so I could break free, I returned to my old school. The search led me to her, my Aphrodite, a familiar lost look in her soulful eyes. Fantasies of her forced reasoning from my mind. I had to meet her! Once fallen, would her love for me survive the ghostly secrets haunting us?