Easter Blog Hop Tour: Inspirations for Windswept Shores


My name is Janice Seagraves.

If you were looking for the Easter blog hop tour then you’ve come to the right place.

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In my book, Windswept Shores, I used a deserted island in the Bahamas to set the scene for my couple. I did a lot of research to describe it accurately. The island and the weather itself became almost a secondary character.

As for the rest of their adventures, I relied heavily on my own background to fill it in.

You see my dad loved to fish.

I mean he really loved to fish. This photo was taken back in the day when there was no limit on fish caught in a lake.

I think these fish were caught in ExchequerCA.

The little girl in this photo is me, admiring my dad’s catch (I loved my daddy).

My dad fished all year round. But Easter week was the time for our little family to go on the first camping trip of the year.

On the Friday, the last day of school before Easter break, dad and mom would load up our car or truck (if we had one that year) and he’d hook up his boat (dad always had a fishing boat ), then dad would take us all camping.

We never knew where he’d take us. It could be someplace new or maybe an old favorite like Don Pedro Lake, but wherever it was it would be a place where he’d probably heard the fishing was really good. He’d also talked to fishermen to find out what the fish were hitting that season, since it did seem to change from year to year or season to season.

Dad's lure

Dad also made his own lures, but he didn’t limit himself to their use. He had a big tackle box full of lures and, well, tackle. He also raised red worms and at one time he raised minnows too.

My dad caught so many fish that my mom, in self-defense, had to learn to cook them and got really good at fish frying . We ate so much fish that I thought I’d grow gills, lol.

Most of Windswept Shores revolves around my hero and heroine basically camping out on the beach. Which I got from my dad taking us camping and we camp along the shores of various lakes as I grew up. I was nearly born at a lake. My mom was very late in her pregnancy with me when he wanted to go fish and camping. My mom said no, but my dad was persistent. Luckily my mom won that argument.

My father’s gone now, he passed away in 1982 from colon cancer. I still miss him, but as a salute to my dad, I made, Seth, the Aussie hero in my story to be something of a fisherman. He’s also the first mate on the Dinki-Di before it got reefed.

BTW, dinki-di means true blue, as in my dad was a true blue fisherman, and my dad’s favorite color was blue. 🙂


Seth gestured to the boat. “I’ll prop the boat up a bit, then I’ll do it there. She’s got all the comforts of home on-board her. Even a generator so we can have the electrical going.”

“She?” Megan blinked up at him. “You’re referring to the boat as a female?”

“All boats are sheilas,” he told her. “That one there is the Dinki-Di.”

“Isn’t that an Aussie term?” she asked, wrinkling up her brow.

“It means ‘true blue.’”

“Oh-okay.” Every time I think I get a handle on his slang, he throws me a new one. Her gaze went to the white boat which had just a little light-blue on the trim. “True blue, but it’s not even blue?”

“It’s just an expression, luv. Like I’m a dinki-di, Aussie,” he said, pointing to himself.

“Okay, so it means the real deal?”

“That it does, mate.”


I also gave Seth my dad’s dimples and my mom’s gray eyes. Mom is still with us though. 🙂

Excerpt, when Megan meets Seth:

She patted the side of his face. “Hey, are you okay?” That’s a dumb question. He isn’t okay.

“Hmm?” Gray eyes fluttered open. He stared at her a long moment, frowning slightly. “G’day.”

“Hello there.” She hated the sound of her voice. It sounded rusty, unused.

Abruptly he rolled away from her to heave onto the sand, making a loud, ugly retching noise.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked at her. “Sorry, mate, I swallowed too much sea.” His gaze went over her shoulder in the direction of the bonfire which crackled and popped not far from them. “Mite big for a barbie.”

Sitting back on her heels with her hands folded in her lap, Megan followed his gaze, then back to him. “My signal fire.”

“Signal for what?”


His accent intrigued her. Was he English or Australian?

“G’darn,” he looked around, “where the bloody hell am I?”

“Don’t know. There’s no one here to ask.” Megan shrugged helplessly, but couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Are you from England?”

“Naw,” he rubbed his eyes, “I hail from Sidney, but my port of call these days is Fort Lauderdale.” He blinked up at her. “You?”

Ah, he’s an Aussie. “I’m Megan Lorry, from Anaheim, California,” she said, barely loud enough to be heard above the sounds of the surf and the roar from the fire. “Are you a survivor of Air Bahamas flight 227, too?”

“G’day, Megz,” he answered, struggling to sit-up. “Sorry, I’m not from your plane.”

Megan slipped an arm around him lifting his back off the sand. Turning his head to her hair, he took in a couple of short breaths. Megan pulled back staring at him. “What the—did you just sniff me?”

“Ya smell too good not to.” He grinned, causing his cheeks to dimple. “Name’s Seth Dawson.” Leaning back on one arm, he stretched out his hand to her. She clasped it as if it was just a friendly greeting between strangers back home.


Here’s an excerpt just after Seth caught a fish:

Megan wrapped her arms around his neck. Their gazes met, turning intense. She felt like she could drown in his warm gray eyes. He leaned in and pressed his full lips against hers. The kiss tingled, going right through her, making something lower down tighten and beg for attention.

He pulled back. “Miss me?”

Speechless, Megan nodded.

He set her down. “Look what I caught for our tea.” He threw open a built-in chest, pointing to a two foot long fish. “It’s called a Tarpon. They get a mite bigger. This one’s an ankle biter. Can you get a good fire going so we can barbie this wee fishy?”

“Sure, I can try, but the weather isn’t cooperating very much.”

“Do what ya can, then we’ll eat onboard the DinkiDi.” He tossed her a lighter.

She caught it. “Okay, but I’ll need a boost to get back up.” She pointed to her campsite.

Scooping her up, he gave her a toss. Megan landed neatly on her feet next to the tree.

Giving him a startled glance over her shoulder, she said, “Are you going to do anymore amazing feats today, Mr. Seth?”

“I’m saving ‘em for later.” He smirked. “And it’s Mr. Dawson.”

“There isn’t anything dull about you,” Megan said without thought.

“Don’t say that yet, luv. It takes away from the expectations.”

“Expectations of what?”

“Show ya later.” He grinned devilishly, showing every tooth in his head.

“I had to open my big mouth,” she muttered. He’s back to flirting. But she found she had missed that, too.


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30 comments on “Easter Blog Hop Tour: Inspirations for Windswept Shores

    • Hi Shelley,

      Yeah, I imagine so. My dad was very serious when it came to fishing and a lot of angles wanted to go fishing with him. He seemed to have almost a sixth-scene when it came to finding the best place to catch fish.



    • Hi Sheila,

      Thank you. I won the cover in a cover contest at Pink Petal Books.

      I enjoyed writing Seth’s accent. Once I got it down, his personality “popped” into existence.



  1. Janice–the book sounds delightful–I knew Australian women are “sheilas”–didn’t know boats were! I too love to add weather and place as a character–my book set in Chincoteague tries to evoke a “windswept” barrier island. Happy Easter! M. S. Spencer


  2. Oh those are such fantastic photo’s. I love to fish as well. It is so great, you get to relax in the fresh air.

    Wanted to also wish you and your family a very Happy Easter.


  3. Great pics, your dad certainly loved to fish, hopefully everyone in your family liked to eat the fish. I used to fish with my dad, but nothing like that. Have a wonderful Easter.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com


  4. Nice background story about your family. In a way, being born at the lake would have been some tale to tell for you…but your mother was smart to resist! Great tribute to your father, and it sounds like your memories of fishing, etc., helped greatly in writing your book.
    Congrats on your success!


  5. Awesome post!! It brought a tear to my eye. My daddy loves to fish too and he passed it on to me. Luckily I married someone who also loves it and we are passing that love on to our daughter. My hubby is actually out fishing right now… I had to stay home and make food for tomorrow’s Easter dinner 😦 Thank you for the giveaway and Happy Easter!


  6. I am the daughter of a sailor, so I know boats are always female. Went to the Bahamas on on our sailboat a few times during summer vacation as a kid. Never been big on fishing. Aussies, on the other hand, I like.



    • Hi Lisa,

      Oh, how wonderful. My sister got to go sailing in the Bahamas and had a wonderful time. I write about it and she does it. *Sigh*

      As you can tell, I like Aussie too. 😀



  7. Happy Easter! What great memories with your dad. It brought back so many with mine as I used to fish with my dad all the time. I couldn’t stand to touch the fish, but I loved being with my dad and just fishing in the river. I would even stand by him while he cleaned the fish. I could do it, but then again…I would have to touch it. I was such a girlie girl 🙂

    bournmelissa at hotmail dot com


    • Hi Mel,

      I guess I’m not much of a girly-girl and loved to spend time with my dad that touching red worms and putting them on hooks didn’t bother me a bit, neither did touching the fish. At the age of three I was pulling up a chair to watch my dad clean the fish in the kitchen sink. When I was old enough, he taught me to clean them too. 🙂

      Thank you for sharing those happy moment with your father. Happy Easter.



  8. I found out that re-search ia a very important key to any story. With your story set in the Bahama’s did you get to go for a little re-search? That would have been an awesome beach trip. Loved the info and also your story!


    • Hi Lynda,

      No, I didn’t get to go to the Bahamas. Too bad too that would have been awesome. But I did rely very heavily on my research. I went on line, bought book and DVDs to help me get the feel of the Bahamas and Seth’s slang. The camping and cooking over an open fire came from my own experiences growing up with my dad.

      Happy Easter.



  9. I loved reading about your cherished memories about your Dad. It takes a long while after you lose somebody but for me, holidays always bring on so many good and happy memories that it feels like they’re still here joining in the festivities.



    • Hi Louise,

      That is so true. When I started this post I wasn’t sure where I was going, but the first camping trip of the year was such a nice tie in with Easter and dad. And I do miss him very much. I don’t think you ever get over the loss of a parent.



  10. Happy Easter! Those are some great photos! And wonderful excerpt! Thanks for sharing! Wishing you a wonderful day!


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