October's must-reads: a bookish harvest you won't want to miss!
Rebecca Winters
I went through a back door to begin my writing career. In
the first place, I never liked to write anything, only those
papers mandatory for school. Before I turned thirty, if
anyone had told me I would become a writer, let alone love
it, I would have laughed and dismissed the notion as
absolutely absurd and preposterous.
Having said that, I did write letters to my parents while I
was away at boarding school in Switzerland when I was
seventeen because I promised them I would. My mother kept
them, and one day in Spokane, Washington, when I was thirty,
and had become a mother for the second time, she sent me all
my old letters and asked me to write my memoirs from them
for posterity. At the time, I thought she was insane, but
because I adore my mother I did as she asked. By the time
I'd finished sorting through all those teenage thoughts,
observations and opinions, the seeds of a story had begun to
form in my mind. That seed eventually became a novel and was
published in 1978 by Leisure Books. It was called, By Love
Divided , a World War II adventure love story. After I sent
that off, I finished a second novel, The Loving Season which
came out in 1979, and takes place in Switzerland and France.
Both books were published under my own name, Rebecca Burton.
A few years later, Harlequin Romance bought my first novel
for them entitled, Blind To Love, a story that takes place
in Kenya, under the name Rebecca Winters. It's been a love
affair ever since.
Never underestimate a mother's intuition!
I have the greatest family in the world including four
beautiful children and one adorable grandson. Between
family, friends, writing and church activity, my life is
joyous. Salt Lake City is a glorious place to live. We have
all four seasons with majestic snow-capped mountains, blue
blue skies and magnificent sunsets. I have many blessings
and include the readers who buy my books among them. I hope
you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy putting them to
paper. It's a labor of love.