During the day Liz Johnson is a marketing manager for a Christian publisher. At night the two-time ACFW Carol Award finalist writes love stories. She is the author of seven novels, a New York Times bestselling novella, and a handful of Christmas stories. Her latest book, The Red Door Inn, has just been released by Revell.
A graduate of Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff — where she earned a degree in public relations — Liz resides in Nashville, Tennessee.
Welcome, Liz! Let’s talk about The Red Door Inn, book one in your Prince Edward Island Dreams series (Revell, March 2016). Please tell us about it.
Thank you so much for having me. I’m so delighted to share with you about The Red Door Inn. It’s the story of an old Victorian house along on the north shore of Prince Edward Island and the people it brings to life. Marie is running from a terrible betrayal. Seth is looking for a place to forget his broken heart. And Jack is trying to fulfill promises he made to his late wife. They’re all looking for a safe harbor and a place to belong. The Red Door Inn may be just what they need, but getting it open in time for the tourist season won’t be easy — especially when personalities clash and hearts get involved.
I’ve heard you did personal research on the island for the book. Is that true?
That is true! I’ve been to the island four times, and quite honestly I wish I was there right now — even in the middle of winter and knowing that they received 25 feet of snow last year! The island has a tranquility that I’ve never experienced before. I’ve been on relaxing vacations and enjoyed beautiful areas. But PEI has a way of sinking beneath your skin until you can hear the waves clapping and smell the sunshine even after you leave. There’s a peacefulness and a joy there — especially for this introvert. On our first trip to the island in 2010, my mom and I ended up on a little two-lane road along the north shore, and we saw this enormous house on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was gorgeous. Just like a castle. So we stopped in the middle of the road — it was okay because we were the only people for miles — and took pictures. They call it The Gentle Island for a reason, and I tried to infuse some of that stillness into my book.