The Mistress of Pennington's Tour

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Welcome Entangled author, Christine Warner...

Welcome Christine! So great to have you here and have a chance to catch up with you and your writing - Christine and I have been online friends for many years, having met when we both wrote for The Wild Rose Press. Wishing you many sales and success with your latest Entangled release, A Friendly Engagement!

1.)          What is your favourite thing about yourself?
The fact that I’m loyal to a fault. Once you’re my friend, we’re friends for life. I’m lucky to have several special people in my life. So, so lucky J

2.)          What do you wish you’d known before you started writing?
How to write. Lol It’s funny how easy I thought it would be, and how it ended up being a huge learning experience on so many levels.

3.)          Share a romantic moment in your life.
I actually just wrote a blog about this that will be shared on the Entangled website.

The night I met my husband we were out with mutual friends. We were bar hopping via limo and having a great time. My future husband and I hit it off very quickly and from that night on were inseparable.

Anyway, I’ll try and make this short, but while we were bar hopping and having a great time laughing and getting a little crazy, one of the bartenders at one of the bars asked what we were celebrating. I don’t know what made me say it (maybe one too many, lol) but I said we were out celebrating our double wedding. Afterward my future hubs asked me what it would take for me to really marry him. I was having fun and I told him that karats—as in a karat diamond—runs in my family, so that’s what it’d take for me to say yes.

Fast forward a couple weeks later and he picks me up for lunch while I was at work and while we are eating pizza he presents me with a carrot—as in the vegetable—necklace that he had fashioned out of a piece of gold. It was a total “aww” moment and his little play on words over something I said melted my heart. I have this special necklace still and someday will hand it down to my daughter J

4.)          Is there one subject you’d never write about as an author? What is it?
Hmm, interesting question. I can’t think of a subject off  the top of my head that I’d never write about. I don’t think you should write about anything that makes you come across preachy or forces your convictions in the reader’s face, but I can’t name one in particular J

5.)          Do you have any suggestions to help someone become a better writer? If so, what are they?
I know you’ve probably read it a hundred times, but I really feel like reading helps you become a better writer. As long as you truly read what you are reading. Don’t just read for the story—although that’s the best part—pay attention to what you are reading. Sentence structure, the use of the senses, how certain things a character says and does make you feel. I think all of this combined helps your own writing.

6.)          If you could be the original author for any book, what would it be? Why?
Okay, this is the toughest question. There are so many awesome books that I’ve enjoyed over the year, so in order to give you an answer I’m going to go with a book that is dear to my heart.

I’d want to be the author of Kitten Twins because this is the first book that my mom bought for me, and the first book I learned to read. I read it non-stop, to anyone that would listen. I’m sure I drove my entire family crazy. I loved this book so much, that I still own it. It’s not on a bookshelf of favorites, but tucked away safely in my closet because it’s so worn I’m afraid it’ll get more damaged than it already is. (Yep, it was read so much that my mom ended up taping several pages, and the spine of the book) It looks rough, but at the same time you can see it is and was well loved.

7.)          What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
What? Me, get in trouble? Lol I was a typical kid and did typical kid things. Basically I was pretty good but there were a few times in my teen years I stayed out past curfew—even though my parents were pretty liberal with that curfew—and got in trouble with my dad. I think all he really wanted was for me to take the time to call if I was going to stay out later, or decide to spend the night at a friend’s house on short notice. Now that I’m a parent, I totally get that.

8.)          If I came to your house for dinner what would you prepare for me? Why?
Spaghetti with homemade mammoth meatballs. Lol Growing up my dad would cook his special meatballs with spaghetti and it was a huge deal. He’d only do it about once a year because it was a huge undertaking. He didn’t just make any type of meatball, it was a masterpiece. He mixed several times of ground meat, spices, herbs and secret ingredients, baked them, and sometimes let us have one before everything else was finished. The meatballs he made were huge, almost a meal in themselves. Then he simmered these amazing meatballs with his special spaghetti. No lie, this was a huge event at our house and lasted all day, but the end result was worth the wait. Anyway, my youngest son is a huge fan of these meatballs and I enjoy making them even though they are a lot of work, and it’s always fun to see people’s reactions when they try them 

Omar Esterly is married to his job. But when Omar sets his sights on a potential, family-oriented client, his confirmed bachelorhood becomes a problem. Fortunately, his friend and employee, Devi Boss, has the perfect plan…

Okay, so it wasn't exactly Devi's plan to become her friend's fake fiancĂ©e. Lies aren't her style. However, Omar offers her a big, beautiful raise—enough to track down the missing father she's never known—and Devi reluctantly agrees to the whole engagement hoax…

This was supposed to be a no-strings-attached win-win for both Devi and Omar, but when they cross the line between friendship and…well, something more, Devi realizes she’s made a huge mistake that just might cost her both job and friend—falling for her fiancĂ©.


“You’re game for anything, right?”
Devi compressed her lips and studied Omar through a narrow gaze, taking in the way his overly bright eyes concentrated on her face as if memorizing every pore. Her gaze traveled south to the non-existent rise and fall of his chest and how he pushed his suit jacket aside as he placed his hands low on his hips. He’d stopped breathing while he waited for her reply. That made her more nervous than anything. “Normally I am game for anything, but considering the man asking the question, I’m a little nervous.” She licked her lips.
Omar shook his head, swallowing her hands in the warmth of his. “No. This is a great idea. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“I’ll hold back on saying I’m glad I could help until I know what you’ve got pinging around your brain.” She tried to pull free of his grip, but he only grasped her fingers tighter. Her inner voice told her whatever plan he’d cooked up included her and she wouldn’t be thrilled with the role.
“Bartow wants a family-first firm. He wants a planner who is married, blah, blah blah.” He dismissed his unfinished words with the thrust of his chin.
Devi nodded, her mouth going dry. Was he planning to hire a wife, or about to propose?
“I might not be married, but what if I were engaged?”
She didn’t want to jump to conclusions about the proposal so she pasted on a tight smile. “Do you have a serious girlfriend hidden away I don’t know about?” The thought unsettled her, but she pushed aside the heaviness in her gut. Omar and relationships mixed like fire and ice. Not that women didn’t find him attractive and vice versa, but his true love would always be work. Most sane women wanted something more than a workaholic commitment-phobe.
He shook his head a bit too vigorously. “No. No.” His grip tightened, and she flexed her fingers so he’d loosen his hold. “Hear me out before you shoot me down.”
“I’m more curious than ever.” Again, she threw sand over that niggling feeling in her belly. She never jumped to conclusions. Living by the seat of your pants didn’t allow it, but…
Why start now? She rolled her shoulders in an effort to relax. Omar pulled her off to the side and out of the crowd moving past them on the sidewalk. His hands shook with excitement, and he swallowed hard before clearing his throat. Always calm and collected, his buildup unsettled Devi, and she tugged one hand from his grip and pressed it against the gurgle growing in her stomach.
“How about we announce our engagement? I could pull in some favors and have it in the press Monday morning. That’d still give Bartow enough time to invite us to the meet and greet. And—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Devi’s stomach did a nosedive, and she yanked her other hand from his death grip and stepped back. She twisted one of the bangle bracelets on her wrist. “Our engagement? First off, I didn’t even know we were dating. And second, I am not going to help you get ahead by lying.”


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Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends.
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmetic.  A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities.  She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.
A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter, Instagram, goodreads, and her website at

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  1. Thank you so much for having me on your amazing blog Rachel! I'm so glad we could catch up xoxox

  2. Great interview, Christine. I loved your answers--and your romantic story!

    1. Thanks for coming by Liz. I'm glad you liked the interview, it was fun :)