Goodreads asked Deborah Linn:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Deborah Linn The answer to this question is a big secret--until now. I've never told anyone this before. Yeeeears ago, when I was young and thin, I competed in beauty pageants. Once, while on a return home flight from the First Runners Up pageant (Yep, that's a thing. A national pageant for all first runners up from each state. And, believe me, that's a whole other story!) Anyway, I hate flying. At some point, I usually have to reach for the barf bag. On this particular flight, I was luckily seated beside a hunky airman. (My hometown has an airbase.) We hit if off in a sort of Hallmarky way. He even handed me the barf bag when I needed it. (I know Ewww.) I was so embarrassed, but he was super sweet and offered to give me a ride home from the airport. My heart was a-fluttering! So we exit the plane. He goes to get his luggage, and I go to the restroom to freshen up. When I come back out, my recently ex-boyfriend is standing there. He had surprised me, a gesture to try to win me back. Stupidly, I revealed the truth of the matter to the hunky airman. He smiled (with dimples, of course) and said, "Well, it looks like you've got some stuff to work out. That is really too bad." And then he gives a disappointed nod and walks away. I never see him again. I would love, love, love to rewrite the ending to that story!

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