1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Let’s see… I’m a simple small town girl. I’ve been with my husband for twelve years, married for six. I have two great kids of my own – John is 20 and in the Army, stationed at Fort Carson, Colorado. He recently married his best friend of 13 years and high school sweetheart, Samantha. Katrina is 14, and already has it set in her head to follow big brother into the Army and go medical. My husband and I also have custody of a 10 year old very troubled boy. We saved him from a life of abuse from his biological parents but he’s in 24/7 therapy at the moment… I don’t know if we saved him too late, but I keep praying. Other than that – since the Dr says I’m not allowed to turn around too fast or have anything to do with heights, I stay home to cook, clean… and write – I’m the writing Suzy Homemaker haha!
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time? Besides writing? I love playing with the kids (when they’re home) of course the dogs (Lordy they’re a handful), crocheting (grandma taught me), and growing some of the prettiest, biggest roses in town.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
When I get an idea for a story, I get sucked in and if I’m on a roll with it – it’s sad to say – almost nothing else matters. I’m glad I’m “old school” and write by hand as a rough draft first because I take my composition book with me everywhere if I have to leave the house (yea, my bag is that big, it fits) – otherwise I won’t move for hours from the table or recliner with my lapdesk, wherever I happen to be sitting to write.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Ideas come from anywhere really. I’ve had quite a few pop from music or from a scent (is there anything better than the scent of a man?) In my first novel – Loving a Dark Soul, there’s a whole scene that unfolded in my head when I heard “Love in this Club” and I just ran with it, added it in, and it worked smooth and seamless…. And hot.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Right now, I only have Arabian Night Walker (short story), Loving a Dark Soul: Dark Souls Book 1, this month Salvation for a Dark Soul: Dark Souls Book 2 comes out… And you, my darling are the first to know – I’m letting the *giggles* cat out of the bag that in July … Teacher’s Pet: Let’s Make Music Together will be released… It’s a Cougar short and I think that one was fun because of the age difference – but Dark Souls 2 was my favorite. All my characters are flawed in one way or another because we as humans are flawed – family is flawed – but even with personal and family flaws… Love wins.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
Well, my kids still find it funny, but I can belch the alphabet. One continuous burp up to *J* before I start laughing myself and lose it. Oh and I can’t sleep in silence, I have to have the radio on, but not a television or I watch the screen and won’t sleep at all.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
Arabian Night Walker and Teacher’s Pet are pure imagination. The Dark Souls series (the two so far) are both real life (mine and friends) and imagination. Some characters are loosely based on some people I know, and yes, they know about it… even one I killed off haha.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Not really. Most of the time my muse is simply music. Sometimes when I feel *stuck* I stare off into the corner and ask Grandma where I should go from here. She got me reading romance when I was 12 or 13. She’s been gone 13 years now but there’s days where I hear her plainly telling me which direction to go… and laughing at me.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I’ve tried writing science fiction, but it turned into romance anyway. It just seems to be what I’m kinda good at, Maybe one day I’ll dig that one out and re-do it… I know that writing is SO bad… I started writing it in about 11th grade – I’ve been dabbling a long time!
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Oh Lord help me! There’s too many to list – Jamallah, you know I love your work!! Sable Hunter, Diane McEntire, Claudy Conn… I think I could make a mile long list here haha
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why? Marlin and Mary in Salvation for a Dark Soul: Dark Souls Book 2. He’s got the tall, strong, *always there for you*, won’t take your crap attitude… but he can cry. She learns to find her backbone and stand up for herself instead of allowing others to run her life for her as they’ve always done.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
The hardest thing? Ugg … Blurbs … trying to describe the whole book in 150 words.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Trust your heart and your gut. If you want to do it – DO IT! You are your own worst critic. Just watch point of view switches – yup… that’s my biggest demon to fight haha.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
If I wasn’t writing, I’d still be reading all the wonderful books that are published every week, but I would be – without a doubt – a bored housewife trying to find something to do to fill my days after house work was done. Maybe I’d crochet more.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
A beach cabin. No electricity so lanterns and candles have to be used. Being able to listen to the waves lapping at the shore while cuddling – and other things – with my husband would be an amazing time.
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?
Well – Salvation for a Dark Soul: Dark Souls Series Book 2
Marlin and Mary met simply enough when their best friends, Paul and Cara, began a whirlwind relationship. From the moment he set eyes on her, Marlin knew he had to win her heart. After living for centuries with self-damnation and darkness in his Viking heart, she is his light and salvation for all of eternity.
Mary’s mother, miserable, alone, bitter and going senile, will say and do anything to keep Mary from the happiness she sees in her daughter until Mary rebels completely and forsakes her family for the love she hasn’t known since she was a child.
A secretive phone call leads to a misunderstanding, sending Mary running to her cousin Emily, hiding from Marlin. Upon finding her gone, Marlin drinks himself to a stupor and thinks of self-harm. His brother Jaeger finds him to bring him home.
Can their love fix a misunderstanding before it’s too late?
"I am thinking something along the lines of a night to remember. In the last month, Marlin has been careful to keep a bit of distance on a certain front, if you know what I mean. I am more than tired of waiting. I have never been one to take steps to shove myself into somebody's lap, but I honestly need it right now and if it takes driving him insane to do it, that's exactly what I'm going to do!"
Cara's giggle was almost evil. "Come here, Mare. Tonight we dress to impress." She headed to her bedroom and opened the closet. "I got some things stashed in here that I think will blow his mind. He's just not gonna be able to tell you no."
Clothing started flying from the closet to the bed before Cara moved to the chest of drawers in the corner. "I bet you didn't know I had such a kinky streak. Even Paul doesn't know what all I have stashed in here. A girl has to keep some naughty secrets you know!"
Cara chose a classic pinup girl naughty schoolgirl look that sent Mary into giggles; the little uniform was so similar to what she had to wear when she attended the Catholic school in her younger years. Mary chose a smoky body stocking so fine that a sneeze would tear a hole in it and an emerald green silk wrap dress held on with a single thin tie.
The wine was doing its job nicely enough to mellow Mary's mood along with the laughter and the possibility of a long night ahead in Marlin’s arms. Mary's head was positively swimming with the fantasies and possibilities of the night to come.
The waves of excitement rolling off Mary smacked into her best friend like a tsunami. Mary could hear the heavy footfalls of the men coming down the hallway when Cara announced the men returning with a laugh . More giggles erupted from Mary as she posed herself in the doorway between the kitchen and living room while Cara was conveniently bent over, getting another bottle of wine from the bottom of the refrigerator.
The door opened and Mary's giggles stopped. Crash. The table hit the cabinets as Marlin walked through it to get to her and scoop her into his arms. Cara giggled as her hips were grabbed forcefully and she was spun around against Paul's chest. Mary half bent over Marlin’s arm, caught Cara’s smile a moment before Paul pinned his woman against the refrigerator.
"It seems these little girls like to play dress-up, my friend." Paul growled to Marlin but never took his eyes from Cara. "I wonder what their intentions are for playing around tonight."
Mary's half-closed eyes held Marlin’s as his fingers stroked her exposed throat. "I think they are selfish women. They want all of our attention for themselves." She felt Marlin sniff up the side of her neck. The scent of her tangy perfume was barely covering the musky arousal he craved. "I wonder if we should even offer the dinner we brought, or simply feast upon female flesh this night." She gasped as his tongue snaked out to flick her earlobe and she saw the wicked grin played across his lips.
Paul chuckled. "I think this one has been naughty indeed! A naughty girl in need of some well deserved punishment. Are you sure we should not feed them first to be sure they keep their strength for the night, or show them what happens when old men are so tempted with so much fragrant female flesh?"
Mary caught Cara’s glance just before she pushed against Paul's chest. She moved to shove the table back into its place and right the chairs, giving Paul and ample view of her backside each time she bent to grasp a chair. "Well, I'm hungry. How about you Mary, you hungry?" She giggled when Mary followed suit and with a half petulant, half reluctant look sauntered to the table.
"Oh I'm just famished!"
Marlin growled under his breath, "Soon ravished."
Mary opened the bags to set out the containers of food on the table Cara ignored Marlin’s comment, Paul chuckled and. "Chinese again?" Mary pouted. "Seems like every time these two go out to pick up dinner we end up with Chinese, like they can't find and the other take-out restaurant in the city!" She turned her back to Marlin to hide her smile. She heard him stepping in behind her and quickly stepped to the right and around the table to stand next to Cara. "I suppose some people don't believe in variety being the spice of life." Mary elbowed Cara when she started to giggle again.
"Not when it comes to some things." Marlin grabbed her around the waist and hauled her back against his chest again. She gasped and smacked his hands to make him let her go. She hadn't even realized he had stalked her around the table.
Easy my friend. Marlin heard Paul in his head. The girls are having a bit of fun because they are tired of waiting for the right time for alone time and for Mary to blow off some steam. It's not like we haven't done these things in the past. We’re not sharing a woman, just the house.
Mary passed by Marlin and he did his best to look hurt. Aye, but before long we must decide if we play the game their way, or just clear that living room floor and make it our rules. Marlin chuckled and backed away from Mary to just lean against the counter and watch her ass wiggle in the shimmering emerald dress. The contrasting colors of the deep green and her luscious red hair kept his mouth alternating between watering and going bone dry.
Cara and Mary picked up their plates of food and headed to the living room where they pause to bend over the computer keyboard and set up a playlist from Cara's extensive music collection. With their behinds wiggling in the space between the computer and the men behind them, they chose songs with strong sexual content, sweet slow songs, and heart thumping bass tunes until the list was around nine hours long. They moved to the sofa to arrange themselves comfortably on opposite ends and curling their legs to meet in the middle. They created an enticing pose, but also made it necessary for Paul and Marlin to need to sit in the chairs to the sides of them and unable to touch, no matter how much they wanted to.
Cara winked at Mary who kept running her fingers from her ankle to her thigh while trying to make it look absent-minded in conversation. From the corner of her eye, Mary could see the rise and fall of Marlins chest and knew that her fingers had strayed in honest absent-minded chatter to the edge of her dress where it crossed at her cleavage, and it was having a profound effect on him. She had to be honest with herself; she loved every minute of the powerful feeling it gave her to know how much her presence affected the large man. Just when his hands hit the arm of the chair as if he was going to stand up, Mary turned the conversation and almost giggled as he settled back into the chair with a feral gleam in his eye.
Teacher’s Pet won’t be out until July. But here’s the blurb anyway.
Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, but at thirty-eight and a failed marriage behind her, Jayne Fellows tries to avoid such things – only focusing on the music in front of her. Her former husband blamed his infidelities and their divorce on her because she was just too hard to please. Feeling less than nothing from his words and actions, Jayne makes herself a mouse in the corner as much as possible.
Being the son of a board member, twenty-four year old Michael Donovan couldn’t care less for University policy on fraternization. He wanted a woman whose world revolved around music as much as his. The fact that his Professor was the hottest Brazilian woman he’d ever seen was just icing on the cake.
When it comes to love, age doesn’t matter. One cannot help whom he heart chooses, it’s all in overcoming the fear to fall again and follow the music.