I am thrilled to have the opportunity to further broadcast this fabulous live interview with my guest and fellow TWRP author today before asking her a few questions of my own - enjoy!
Fabulous promo opportunity, Loreen - very brave! I haven't reach the stage when I have the confidence to do that yet, LOL! Okay, over to my questions...
1) Who is your favourite author and why?
I have a lot of favorite romance authors, but I would have to say that historical novels by Brenda Joyce are my favorite. I laugh and cry with the characters and feel every emotion they experience.
2) When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I wrote the end on my first manuscript.
3) Describe your writing space?
I have an office where I keep all my writing materials and reading and research books equipped with a desk, computer table, computer, bookshelves, and table, but I usually write on the sofa in my living room.
4) What are you reading now?
The Chief (A Highland Guard Novel) by Monica McCarty. As usual, I started with the second book in the series, The Hawk (which I really enjoyed), and discovered it was a series. I have never read any of her books before, but I will continue to do so.
5) How many books have your written?
Which is your favourite?
I couldn’t possibly pick a favorite. Because I wrote them, I like them all. I wouldn’t have written them if I didn’t. If I was forced to pick one, I would say, Tormented Hearts, because that book is the one that is published.
6) What comes first, plot or characters?
The characters. I give each character a goal, motivation, and conflict and from those elements the plot develops.
7) Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Not yet, but there are days when I don’t feel like writing.
8) What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Read, but with writing, working, promoting, taking care of the house, and babysitting my daughter’s new puppy, there never seems to be enough time to do so.
9) Tell us about your latest book?
The world of Brett Armstrong, the Earl of Tremont, collapses when his wife and unborn child die. Determined to punish himself for the part he played in their demise, he turns his back on society and retreats to the country. Hard, physical labor during the day and mind-numbing gin at night help to keep at bay the demons that threaten to devour him. Until Catherine Hammond creeps into his world. Not wishing to resurrect his dormant emotions and the resulting pain, Brett struggles against the sensuality she exudes and battles to defeat his rising desire.
Abused by her aristocratic husband, commoner Catherine Hammond flees from his cruelty. Her hope is to hide and create a new life. She vows to never again associate with the upper classes that have heaped unbearable pain upon her family. Escaping without funds, Catherine is forced to work as a servant in the Earl of Tremont's household. His tantalizing, amorous advances ignite a fire within the cold regions of her heart, but she refuses to fall in love with a man who may destroy her.
As she stalked past him, his fingers grazed her shoulder to halt her. A sizzling warmth pierced her skin and swirled throughout her body. Catherine restrained the gasp that fought to break from her lips. She’d prayed the sensations she experienced last night resulted from the lingering effects of the dream and lack of sleep, but they seared her again.
Brett jerked his hand back as if she scalded him, and it hovered in the air above her shoulder. Unsure, she turned to him. The pulse in his temple beat at a frantic rate, and the muscles in his jaw clenched. It affected him, too. She delved deep into his eyes, and the turmoil that appeared to tear him in different directions caught and captured her.
She yearned for the heat of his fingers to engulf her again, to feel his body pressed against hers like last night, the whisper of his breath on her cheek, the exquisite thrill of not being alone. Her gaze fell to his appealing, moist lips. Not thin and dry like Lord Wallingford’s.
Brett leaned toward her and then withdrew. He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed before he cleared his throat. “You can stay here with him.”
She blinked as the strange immediacy to be embraced faded away. What had she been thinking? She never wanted another man to touch her. Ever. Especially not one of his station.
10) What’s next for you?
I have a story I have almost finished editing, another that I am in the middle of editing, and an idea for a story that I will start as soon as I have completed the other two.
Thank you, Rachel, for having me on your blog today.
You are so welcome, Loreen - over to you, readers, writers & followers for questions & comments