1.) What is your favourite thing about yourself? I’m pretty optimistic, stubbornly so maybe lol I try to look at the bright side no matter what’s going on.
2.) What do you wish you’d known before you started writing? I’m not sure...there’s nothing I can think of that would have made me change my mind about wanting to be a writer. But I suppose it would have helped to be a little more prepared for certain things. Like how much time really goes into getting a book publishable. Or how even once you’ve “made it” and have those books hitting the shelf, there is still a lot of waiting and angsting and worrying...only on a much higher and more stressful level since deadlines and sales ranks and reader reviews are looming LOL But really, the things I didn’t know beforehand I started I’ve learned as I’ve gone along. I don’t know that I would have been ready to accept or comprehend a lot that goes along with being a full time writer had I known it beforehand. Which is just really a long-winded of way of saying – nothing that I can think of LOL :)
3.) Share a romantic moment in your life. My husband got me this really cool pad of paper that you can use in the shower (AquaNotes). I’m always getting ideas and working out plot problems in there so it was a great gift. I got in the shower one day and noticed that he had drawn me a picture. The next day he left me a little love note. Every day he left me a drawing or small note :) We lost the special pencil but the notepad is still hanging in there so I can look at it every day :)
4.) Is there one subject you’d never write about as an author? What is it? I don’t think so. There are some subjects that would be much harder for me to write about than others, even some things I might not enjoy writing (I’m not a huge horror fan just because I freak myself out so easily lol) but never say never ;)
5.) Do you have any suggestions to help someone become a better writer? If so, what are they? Be open to constructive criticism. We should be attached to our work and try and go with our gut, but we can learn so much from those who read our work, be they editors, other writers, or readers. Be attached, but be open to learning from criticism.
6.) If you could be the original author for any book, what would it be? Why? I think it would be pretty fun to have written the Harry Potter series. It’s so incredibly imaginative, just a truly wonderful world. Some of my favorite books. Or the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon, another of my all time favorite series. I’ve been in love with the worlds and characters of these books for fifteen years – to be able to write characters people literally love for a lifetime would be amazing. And not going to lie, having those kinds of sales would seriously rock :D
7.) What did you do growing up that got you into trouble? LOL a few things ;) but I probably got in trouble the most for staying up past my bedtime to read. I’d sneak a flashlight under the covers and stay up all night.
8.) If I came to your house for dinner what would you prepare for me? Why? Honestly, my husband would be cooking LOL He’s an amazing cook. We often have our neighbours over for a taco night – he makes three different types of meat (reg burger for the kids, shredded pork and spicy chicken), homemade chips with two or three types of guacamole, spicy Spanish rice. Sooo good. And for my birthday he always makes my favorite chicken souvlaki, lemon rice, hummus and flatbread. Yum! However, I’m an awesome baker so I’d be in charge of dessert and I can make a mean cinnamon roll. Or a really delicious cake. I think I’m hungry now lol
Book Title: Driving Her Crazy
Author: Kira Archer
Release Date: Aug 17, 2015
Genre: romantic comedy
Book Synopsis: Cher Debusshere hates being the black sheep of her posh, well-to-do family almost as much as she hates driving—which is exactly what she’s forced to do when her flight home for her perfect sister’s wedding is grounded. Fan-freakin'-tastic. Then a hot guy offers to share both the car rental and the driving duties...only to drive her crazy by assuming she's just some spoiled little rich girl.
Mechanic Nathaniel “Oz” Oserkowski is about as blue-collar as they come. There's never been a time he hasn't worked his ass off, and he's determined to prove it to the gorgeous princess in the passenger seat. As the miles pass, they bait and needle each other...until their lust and longing gets so hot it nearly overheats the engine.
They have nothing in common. Hell, they can barely stand each other. But sometimes it takes a journey to change the destination...
Author Bio: Kira Archer resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren't looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run away with her. She loves a variety of genres and along with contemporary romances, she writes historicals as Michelle McLean.
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Excerpts from Driving Her Crazy by Kira Archer (Please choose one.)
She’d meant only to kiss him quickly, just enough to show him she could be crazy and unpredictable. But the second her lips touched his, something short-wired in her brain. Nothing mattered but getting more of him. Her lips parted beneath his, inviting him in. He groaned and pressed her closer, his tongue dancing with hers until her head swam. His hand trailed up her side, the plastic of her poncho crinkling as his thumb just brushed the side of her breast.
She threw her head back, the touch setting her on fire. He kissed her exposed throat, nipping at the tender flesh beneath her ear. She arched against him, wanting more, wanting everything. And he seemed more than willing to accommodate.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. I’m kissing him. I’m not just kissing him, I am trying to suck his tonsils out and praying to God he’ll do the same to me.
Nathaniel’s hand gripped the back of Cherice’s neck, angling her face better so his tongue could delve deep into her mouth, exploring every inch.
Oh, yeah. Just like that. Oh God.
What the hell am I doing? This is so wrong. Although. I’m single. He’s single. He can do whatever he wants. So can I. But do I want this? I don’t even know him. Oh God, I am making out with a guy I don’t even know. Does that make me a slut? What if he thinks I’m a slut?
He leaned farther back against the door, pulling her on top of him. His hand roamed over her butt, squeezing the trembling flesh, pressing it tighter against the hot, hard length of him.
Holy shit, I don’t even care. He can think whatever he wants as long as he does that again.
His lips trailed their way up her neck.
“You’re thinking too hard.”
His teeth grazed her chin. Pulled her earlobe into his mouth for a quick nip. She sucked in her breath, nearly sobbing at the sensation that shot straight to her groin.
“Yes. You are. So tell yourself to shut up and just kiss me.”
“I can do that.”