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.
“Cher.”
“Hmm?”
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.
“Am
I?”
“Yes.
You are. So tell yourself to shut up and just kiss me.”
“I
can do that.”
“Good.”
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