Hi, Sarah! So thrilled to have you here and to be a part of your ongoing tour for your latest release, MIDNIGHT HEAT! The floor is yours...good luck with the book's success :)
I have a confession to make. I am a car junkie.
It’s true. I can talk horsepower, 0 to 60 times and torque with the best of them.
Well, perhaps not the best of them, but I can actively participate in a conversations about cars that make most women’s, and a lot of men actually, eyes glaze over. I credit my uber-talented, mechanic husband with this. However, my love of driving too fast and want of something sexy & classic to do it in is why I’ve paid attention to his ‘car speak’ for all the years we’ve been together.
I know the difference between a carburetor and fuel injection, a turbo charger and super charger, and I know the effect of cold weather start-ups on fuel mileage. I can do my own oil change, a tune up and change my own fuel filter. And yes, I’m the one that gets irked when I read something totally wrong in a book – like the NYT bestseller who had her heroine remove the valve stem caps from the FBI agent’s car and the tires went flat. No, that’s not how it works.
Yup, I’m a bit of a geek.
My love of cars can be seen in my writing. I can’t help myself, I usually slip a great car in the book. Take Not Without Risk, for instance – in RISK, the hero drives a 1969 Pontiac GTO, and the heroine a 1959 Cadillac El Dorado.
I skipped giving either character in After Midnight (Black Phoenix #1) something fancy. Well, I knew Noah had a wonderful car, I just don’t point out what it is until Midnight Heat (Black Phoenix #2):
Aston Martin Vanquish Volante
Beautiful, isn’t she? (yes, I mean the car, LOL)
I typically choose American Muscle as the cars to feature in my books, since that is where my passion lies. But, Noah Clark is a British Rock Legend, so this gorgeous piece of British art was the only choice for him. And for Dominic Price—hero of Midnight Heat, who has a serious passion for this car.
A knock sounded directly opposite her head. Rebecca startled. “Go away, Nathan,” she said without opening the door.
Dom. The surge of excitement coursing through her cemented the fact that she was in trouble. Big trouble. She opened the door with a smile on her face. “It must be my night for visitors.”
“It’s a beautiful one. I wanted some air. Thought I would see what you were up to.”
“You have a habit of doing that.” Not that she minded all that much.
He shrugged, a move that pulled his black tee even tighter across his shoulders and afforded her a glimpse of abs she knew were flat and ridged. The dark sunglasses were nowhere to be seen. “You’re not going to tell me to sod off, as you obviously did with this Nathan bloke, are you?”
She glanced at her driveway, where the motion light on her garage illuminated a sleek black convertible, top down. “Rolling down the windows just isn’t the same, huh?”
“Not really, no.”
“So, it didn’t have anything to do with feeling emasculated driving a minivan?” He cursed beneath his breath. Her smile grew. “What is that thing? Is that Noah’s infamous convertible?” The one Dom had mentioned after his accident.
“First, it’s not a thing, it’s an Aston Martin. And yes, it’s Noah’s.” By his tone, Rebecca guessed she was supposed to be impressed by the brand. His eyebrows slashed downward. “Tell me you know what an Aston Martin is.”
“Worth every pound. She’s performance and elegance in one damn fine automobile. Look at her lines. She’s got style and grace combined with raw horse power.”
He was pretty passionate about the car wasn’t he? “Do you two need a moment alone?”
She laughed, which had the unfortunate side effect of a brief coughing spell. Dominic’s gaze turned cold as steel.
He stepped across the threshold. Close enough she could feel the soft caress of his breath on her cheek. He lifted a hand and gently brushed his knuckles along her neck. “What happened?”
“An incident at work. It’s…” her explanation trailed off as he cradled her face in his hand. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, her chin, then finally her bruise as he lowered his hand to her neck. His touch was feather light. Still, she couldn’t stop the tremble that worked down her legs or the tears that burned her eyes.
It was the genuine concern in his voice that pushed her over the edge. Unable to say anything, she shook her head and stepped into his body. He wrapped his arm around her back. The other shifted to cradle her head. Rebecca pressed her face against his chest as tears wet her cheeks.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly.
Title: Midnight Heat (Black Phoenix #2)
Author: Sarah Grimm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Black Phoenix Series
Publication Date: December 2, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
She was the only woman ever to rock his world. But this time he'll have to prove he's offering more than just Midnight Heat. The unconscious man wheeled into Dr. Rebecca Dahlman’s ER is sexy—devilishly sexy—and injured. This isn’t just any patient in need of medical help. He is the only man she’s ever loved—the one who still haunts her dreams. Black Phoenix bassist Dominic Price made a mistake three years ago when he walked out on Rebecca. A mistake he plans to rectify. But first he has to convince her to open her heart to him again. One touch of his calloused hands reignites their passion. Can they rekindle their trust as easily, or will her fears cause her to lose him again…this time to a man bent on revenge?
~ About the Author ~
Sarah Grimm is a wife and mother of two—five if you count her much-loved dogs. She resides in beautiful West Michigan, near the white sandy beaches of Lake Michigan.
The youngest of four, Sarah can’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, her siblings believe she began writing in utero to pass the time. As a child, Sarah wrote constantly, littering the house with bulging spiral notebooks and ignoring the ribbing of her mother and sister who routinely said romances? in a somewhat scornful tone. Little did they know, Sarah would go on to win a 2011 Readers Favorite Award for her romantic suspense, Not Without Risk, and her interracial contemporary romance, After Midnight would both final in the 2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, as well as win the 2012 Romance Through the Ages Award.
Vivacious and imaginative, Sarah spends much of her day managing the family marine repair business while listening in on the lives of her characters. In the evening, she writes it all down, weaving the story as she goes. She says this method works well for her, except on the days when her hero and heroine insist on a steamy love scene while she’s answering the telephone or doing the taxes!
When asked what he thinks of her choice of genres, Sarah’s husband grins wickedly and answers, “It makes for interesting evenings.” Hmmm.
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