Today I am doing a first on my blog.
I am having two people on my blog......
Both are writers....
Both are sisters.....
And.....both are TWINS
Today I am happy to have Christina Ow & M.O. Kenyan as my guests today.
Christina will be talking a bit about herself as well as her latest book Twists of Fate, which is part of the Dukkha Fate Series.
M.O. Kenyan will be giving us a bit about her latest book "Once Upon A Playboy"
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself? I’m a Multicultural and Interracial romance author and the last of my mom’s three girls and I’m also a twin (she is an author too). It’s a lot of fun playing tricks on people with my twin sister. We did so a lot when we were younger but not so much now. We were raised by my mother and we owe her so much and try to make her proud every single day.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I’m also a fashion designer and just started my company.
3. Where do you get your ideas from?
Everyday life. My books come from what if situations and how I would handle them.
4. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, which would be your favorite and why?
Her Venice Affair. It’s a modern day fantasy, a Cinderella story in its own. I loved writing it.
5. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
Real life experiences though not exclusively mine. Even the shifter romance has some human elements in it. A story can be fiction but it must be close enough to reality for readers to bond with the characters and the story.
6. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I am an Interracial and Multicultural author no matter the genre. Twists of Fate will be my second fantasy paranormal book. But I’m also trying my hand at historical romance.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Delaney Diamond, Cynthia Eden, Stephanie Rowe, Kenya Wright.
8. Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Riana Albury and Allan Sinclair. Two completely different people from completely different worlds and an almost situation brings the together.
9. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Writing. It’s not easy putting words into a sentence, a sentence into a paragraph and a paragraph into an entire page and a page into a book. Also we are our own worst critiques. Before querying I would have battled with myself for days if the manuscript was good enough for publication.
10. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Take critique with an open mind and use it to better your writing.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
Life had been great these past few weeks. I have a hot boyfriend, got back my dad and my adopted sisters were happy with their significant others. Life was good. That is until I started getting attacked by bouts of pain that would render me unconscious. Something was wrong with me, Ash knew but he wasn’t sharing. Worse than that, Steve in the worst form possible is back to haunt me. And Ash with his hug archaic pride just won’t let it go. Oh, but I haven’t gotten to the worst part yet…hell!
What’s a girl to do to get some long term happiness?
I laughed. It was amusing seeing Ash so irritated with someone he didn’t know, all because he asked me out. “I should have dated him.”
“That’s not funny,” Ash said harshly.
“Hi, George.” I stepped out of Ash’s embrace to talk to him. I was actually surprised he wanted to talk to me at all.
“Hi, Lee, and Lee’s current boyfriend.” George stressed on the current as he glanced at Ash before putting all his attention on me. Ash didn’t even answer he just stared at George, his face tight and his eyes lethal. I needed to end this chat fast.
“I wanted to invite you out. Remember the rain check?”
I heard a rumble roll in Ash’s chest. I shifted to stand in front of him, between him and George. “Sorry, I have plans today.”
“We could go out another day, maybe this Saturday?”
“She won’t be available,” Ash said between clenched teeth. George gave him an unconcerned stare before he looked back at me with his signature megawatt smile on his face.
“You’re eighteen, play the field a little. You’ll never have that chance if you glue yourself to one guy.”
Ash took a step forward, bumping into me in the process. I reached for his side and put my hand over his clenched fist. George was going to have a bad graduation day if he kept talking.
“George, I’m happy being glued to him. We need to leave, and you need to go party. I’ll see you when I see you.”
“If you change your mind you have my number.” He leaned towards me and kissed the edge of my lips. I saw Ash’s free hand shoot up. I caught it, pulling it down before he could grab George’s neck.
“Bye, George.” I pushed Ash back as hard as I could, he rocked on his feet but he didn’t move. George turned and left us. I waited until there was a good distance between us before I let go of Ash.
“One day I’ll rip his head off!” He growled.
Time to shift gears.
I drew circles on his chest with my fingers and whispered seductively, “How about you give me my present and we forget all about George?”
Ash’s face relaxed, his lips curved up in a crooked smile. “Let’s go.”
He led me to his car, opened the door, and helped me in before he went to his side. We drove for a few miles before he pulled up at the beach. He got out and came round to open the door for me.
A perfect wolf-gentleman.
“What are we doing here?” I asked when we finally reached our destination. I was glad I wore jeans and a button down shirt under the gown. If I’d worn the girly dress and high heels Maria had picked out, I would have felt even more uncomfortable if we ended up in the water.
His lips rose in half a smile. “You’ll see.” He took my hand and led me towards the rocks at the far end of the beach.
“I’ve watched this movie before.” I started taking off my tennis shoes. “The girl always ends up washed up in the morning naked and stabbed a couple of times. Her eyes wide open in terror.” I tied the shoelaces together then hung them over my shoulder. “Would you like to know how it ends?”
Ash laughed. “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“They arrest the jealous boyfriend a few days later and give him the death penalty. The electric chair,” I said the last part with a little drama, like when they introduced vampires in the old movies. “But he didn’t even leave the courthouse jail because during the trial it’s revealed that the man in question is a gay party planner. He hangs himself in his cell using his shirt. ‘Denise and Dennis forever’ written on the wall in blood.”
“I don’t get it and your humor is worrying.” His tone was a little too serious and made me uncomfortable. I was acting weird again.
“It comes with the background.” I kicked the sand around. “In a disturbing way it’s kind of romantic.” He stopped walking and turned to me with a worried look on his face. “What?”
He pulled me in a tight embrace. I placed my head on his chest. I felt so warm and completely safe there. Moving right now would be a brutal punishment. “Lee, I’m sorry about your family.”
I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, making myself even more comfortable in his embrace. I could fall asleep like this. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was. I got there too late, and now you and Dave are paying for my mistake.” He sounded sad and angry. This wasn’t the time for self-loathing or regrets.
“I’m dealing with it, and I’m doing well. I don’t have nightmares anymore. I haven’t been this happy since it happened so stop with the guilt trip and give me my present.”
He smiled but he still looked pained. “I love having you close to me.”
“You’re growing on me too.” I yawned.
“Are you sleepy?”
I shook my head trying to clear the fog that was creeping inside. “No. I don’t know why but I feel really tired.”
“Do you want me to carry you?”
“That’s so romantic, like a scene from a romance movie. Me in your arms, walking on the beach as the sun sets in the background.” I failed miserably trying to imitate a romantic. I kept yawning after every two words.
Ash smiled down at me. “It’s four o’clock in the afternoon.”
“If you squint your eyes just right, the sun will look like its setting,” I said squinting my eyes.
Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and started walking. “Normally it would take me ten seconds, but I’ll take ten minutes to get to the tent. So you can rest for the duration.”
I nodded. Giving into the fatigue, I placed my head on his shoulder close to his neck. His sweet scent filled my lungs. It was better than fresh air.
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M.O. Kenyan's latest book Once Upon A Playboy is Book 4 in The New Yorker series.
Here is the blurb as well as an excerpt from the book!
Once Upon A Playboy; The NewYorker BK 4
Karma’s a bitch. Life is too, and DJ found that out the hard way, but his alter-ego provides the perfect place to hide. In his playboy persona, he can escape the betrayal, the wounds, and the guilt of his past—after all, life in the fast lane leaves little time for anything other than women, drink and the high life of self-gratification. For the first time in his life, DJ is living free and loving every minute of his emotionless existence.
Then he meets Eve—sweet, perfect Eve, the most unlikely stalker imaginable. Innocence is a powerful weapon in the right hands, and love is a broadside guaranteed to bring down even the most hardened playboy. It has all the makings of a happy ending, right?
But Karma’s a bitch, with a vindictive knack of twisting to past to destroy the future. With DJ and Eve torn apart, victims of revenge and their own weaknesses, Karma wins again. Or so it seems…
DJ had never run away from anything in his life, until this moment. He couldn’t explain it, but his heart had kicked into gear when he looked into those deep, emerald eyes. She was trouble, and DJ couldn’t afford that kind of trouble at the moment. He was here trying to find himself, not his heart. He took out his phone and called Ava. “Change of plans. Meet me at my cabin instead.”
DJ gave one backward glance and instantly regretted it. Now he knew why they said once you decide to move on never look back. Eve, that was her name, it had to be creational. She was standing at the window, watching him with a look in her eyes that he hoped didn’t mean more than a normal crush. DJ knew how to handle girls with crushes. He gave them a kiss, a night of sex, a piece of jewelry and it was ci vediamo mai, as they said in his mother’s language. And for those who didn’t understand, see you never. However, emerald didn’t look like the type a man had fun in the sack with and waved goodbye to. Not without taking a serious blow to the heart. That was damage he couldn’t take at the moment. Falling in love was definitely not an option.
Then walk away. Stop staring at her. Don’t notice how perfectly the sun illuminates her glowing face. Look away from her thick hair that you would love to bury your fingers in as you kiss her. And, for the love of God, do not look into her enchanting emerald eyes.
“Mio Dio, don’t do this to me now.” DJ wasn’t a religious man, but when he came across a woman like Eve, it was hard not to believe in divine intervention. He put on his sunglasses and half-ran, half-walked away.
A night with Ava, followed by a binge of sex with a few willing names he had in his phone directory, and in a few days he wouldn’t remember Eve. Deciding never to go back to the coffee shop was also an added advantage. If he didn’t see the object of his…desire…no, torture, he wouldn’t think about her. Out of sight, out of mind.
DJ walked down the path that led to his beach cabin. It didn’t help that it was only a hundred yards from the café. He would have to look into moving. DJ stopped in his tracks and laughed at himself. He couldn’t believe that he was willing to go through so much to avoid an attraction… that’s what it was. Love at first sight was saved for little children and their fairy tales. This was real life. Kono knew that, so did Reno and now Rayne. He needed to focus his attention on helping his big brother with their sisters. Thinking about the love he had for two of the most important girls in his life was bound to overturn the…fascination, for want of a better word, he had with Eve.
For the moment, burying himself deep into a vivacious redhead with the talent of making a man buck in bed like a fish out of water would have to do. DJ stepped into his cottage and stripped off his shirt and jeans. He poured himself a glass of whisky and sat by the window, waiting. The moment he looked at his watch there was a knock on the door. Even though Ava regularly dropped by for sex, he never gave her a key. A key symbolized more than he was willing to give. It meant walk into…no, invade…my life when the need arises. Come snoop in my things. Put my drawers in disarray as you arrange yours. And in DJ’s bathroom there was definitely no room for two toothbrushes.
DJ opened the door and Ava greeted him with a smile and a bikini top that showed more than it should. Her bare legs peeked from under the sarong she was wearing. With one sweep of his gaze he took her all in. That was the moment he knew he was fucked, screwed, done for. Instead of pulling Ava into his arms and devouring her sexy body, he got the urge to shut the door in her face. His survival instincts kept him from doing it. Instead, he stepped back and let her walk in.
“Hallo, darling.” The sway of her hips seemed more exaggerated with each step she took. “I had to change my outfit since you changed our rendezvous place. I thought you liked the coffee there. It is morning.”
Ava swirled around and, by the frown on her face, DJ knew they were about to get into it.
“Whisky, this early in the morning? I know it is happy hour somewhere, but that somewhere is not here.” She looked down at her watch. “It’s barely ten o’clock, for Christ’s sake. I will not have an alcoholic for a beau.”
“Then it’s a good thing I am not your beau.” DJ threw back the contents of his glass and sat back in an armchair. “Take your clothes off.”
“I see you got a head start.”
“Stop talking and start stripping.”
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