What kind of music do you like?
I enjoy almost all types of music. As far as writing goes, when I’m doing edits or working on promotion, I listen to classical. To get ideas or work through a difficult scene, I listen to country, jazz, pop, or hard rock – whatever the scene calls for to get the creative juices flowing.
Describe your dream home.
I absolutely LOVE old homes. The large rooms, beautiful staircases and ornate woodwork have such character, such craftsmanship. My dream home is actually located in Hannibal, Missouri. It’s called Rockcliffe Mansion. It’s on the National Registry of Historic Places. Here’s a picture:
Favorite literary hero or heroine.
I know I should probably say Jane Eyre or something, but honestly, Sookie Stackhouse from Charlaine Harris’ “Dead” series is my all time favorite heroine. She’s smart, sassy, compassionate, kind, and deals with all sorts of characters with calm benevolence.
What are you reading now?
I’m actually proofreading Book Two of my Tempered Steel series, entitled Leather and Lace, before I send it out for formatting. It’s about brother Sam, and his soul mate, Angel. After that, my favorite authors all have books coming out soon so I think it may be eenie, meenie, minee, mo to pick a new one.
What did you do on your last birthday?
I haven’t had my “last” birthday yet, (I hope)! Actually, we celebrate pretty quietly around here. I enjoy going out to dinner with my hubby, kids and their partners.
What comes first, plot or characters?
That depends entirely on where I’m at, what I’m doing or listening to when the inspiration strikes. For the most part, I’d say plot because I’m usually listening to music as I clean or cook and a phrase or a feeling of the music sparks an idea. Most of the time, I can’t even remember what song it was; it’s like the concept just takes control of my head and the story begins to take shape. Other times, I could be waiting at a red light and glance over to see a stranger on the street and the story hits me. When that happens, it usually takes the honking of angry car horns to bring me back to reality!
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Perhaps in the broad sense. I will write a scene down, then read it and realize it’s not EXACTLY what I want to say. Then I go through the frustrating process of trying to find just the right words, with just the right actions or tone of voice to capture the scene. It makes me crazy, but it’s the only way I can do it.
Do you ever want to be someone else? Who?
No, not really. Skinnier? Yes. Taller? Oh Yes! (I’m 5’1”) Richer? Who doesn’t? But I have been blessed with such an abundance of gifts in my family, my friends, and my career, I can’t think of anyone I would trade places with.
Tell us about your latest book.
Each book in the series deals with a different brother, and each brother’s characteristics are different. Well, where Whistlin’ Dixie is light and humorous; Leather and Lace is a bit darker, more erotic. Sam and Angel have a past they need to overcome before they can find love. But like all the Coalson men, Sam is a stubborn pain in the butt. Angel isn’t about to give up, though. She can be as stubborn as Sam when she wants something. And she wants Sam, badly. It’s being released Today!
What’s next for you?
My Tempered Steel series consists of seven full length novels, two novellas, and a cookbook of all the wonderful food mentioned in the series. I’m going to be pretty busy with all of that. In addition, I have an erotic romance series in the works as well as a paranormal trilogy involving vampires, sorcerers, werewolves, fairies and time travel. Looks like I’m going to be busy for awhile. Now if I could only finish all this before the voices in my head start inventing more stories!
by Maggie Adams
Mackenzie Coalson was determined to rebuild his hometown after a devastating flood left it in ruins. He has no time for a relationship and all the romantic junk that goes with it. He has a vandal to catch and no sweet smelling bundle of femininity is going to sway him.
A woman protecting her family.....
Dixie Harris charged into the county sheriff's office with a sassy sway and a smart mouth, eager to give the sheriff, and anyone else, a piece of her mind. When she locks horns with the devil himself, in the form of Mac Coalson, she quickly learns he has a temper to rival hers, even if he's the living epitome of her sexual fantasies.
When the two unite to catch a potential murderer, it's in everyone's best interest to keep it, "business only". But that's hard to do when their combined attraction is volatile enough to burn down the town.
Knocking again a little more forcefully, he pleaded. “Dixie baby, please open up. You didn’t see what you thought you saw. Please. Just let me explain.”
“I may be young, but I’m not stupid. And I am most certainly not blind,” she snapped at him from the other side of the door. The man was unbelievable.
“You are the most infuriating bit of baggage I have ever encountered. If I didn’t care for you so much, I’d leave right now and never look back.”
“You call that caring?! I call it a line of crap! The only thing you cared about begins with an “F” and ends with me losing my virginity!” Oh, God! Had she really just shouted that?
Pounding on the door with his fist, he shouted, “Dixie Harris, you open the door this minute, or I’ll break it down!”
“Then I’ll just have you arrested for breaking and entering. Sort of ironic, don’t you think?” she countered sweetly. She felt like crying the Mississippi River because he broke her heart, but she was not going to let that arrogant pain-in-the-ass know just how much she was hurting. She had her pride!
“Fine. Just fine. I should’ve known better than to get involved with a little girl, anyhow. Maybe, in a few years, when you grow up and if you have apologized nicely, I might just take you back! And bring a damn soapbox to stand on. My neck’s getting sore from looking down at you!” he snarled. After giving the closed-door another good pounding, he stomped out of the house, slamming the front door.
“Oooooh!” Dixie’s eyes narrowed to mere slits and her hands balled into fists as Mac’s last remark registered with the banging of the screen door. It was like pouring gasoline on a bonfire. She was out of her bedroom and on the front porch in seconds. Heedless of the people walking down the street, she advanced like a mad woman across the yard, screaming. “Apologize to you? When pigs fly, you Mississippi River rat.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Hi! I'm Maggie Adams. I live near St. Louis, MO, with my high school sweetheart, Ned, and my wonderful kids, Katie (Kyle) and Ross (Valerie). My life is like a walking, talking sitcom from I Love Lucy, but I love it, although people do tend to keep their distance from me!
Writing has always been my dream, with reading my favorite hobby. When I’m not writing, I can be found singing, dancing, and cooking, often all at the same time. I try to include a little bit of my life in everything I write, so when you read my books, keep your eyes wide open - I'm in there somewhere! Happy reading!
I love to hear from readers and I can be contacted at email@example.com.
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/author/maggieadams
Maggie will award a $20 GC to Amazon or Barnes and Noble to one randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: