1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I’m the wife of a wonderfully supportive husband and the mother of three precocious but precious kids. Maintaining strong familial bonds is important to me, so no one should be surprised when I spend lots of time with the people I love most, my family. Oh, and I recently discovered that I suck at Karaoke, but who cares? Okay, maybe those people whose ear drums cry when I sing, but I just love it so much. *grins*
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I read a lot and I love reviewing the books I enjoyed reading. I’ve recently become a reviewer at Romance Novels In Color (RNIC) and Smile Somebody Loves You blog (SSLY). I also like cooking, particularly West Indian cuisine. And I enjoy listening to all kinds of music, ranging from gospel, to R&B, reggae, calypso, soca, parang, pop and rock.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
Really and truly, I don’t have a daily routine.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
My debut novella He’s So Into You was inspired by actual events. It’s about two months since its release, and I’m working on two sequels, plus a few other WIP’s. Most of these works are inspired by things I heard on the news, or a talk show, or something I read, or a song I heard.
5. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
Hmmmmm… My date (who became my husband) and I were walking along the streets of the capital city of my native country. One minute we were talking and laughing and the next I was on my butt. Now you know, Jamallah, when you’ve just started dating you want to make a good impression. Falling down in the middle of the capital city is definitely not one of the ways to do that. I was extremely embarrassed; I didn’t even give him a chance to help me up. I got up as quickly as I could, without falling flat on my face this time, and dashed across the street. I didn’t’ even look back when he called out my name. He found me about four hours later, because at that time there were no cellphones to contact each other. Heck, years later I was still a bit embarrassed. But you know what? He was concerned about me. It’s one of the reasons why I’m so in love with him more than twenty years later. And when we tell our three kids about it, they laugh like crazy. So, yeah, I guess the incident was funny.
6. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
Paranormal. It’s a very popular genre at the moment. One of my WIP’s is actually an IR story with paranormal elements.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
They are too numerous to mention. All I would say is that I have a very eclectic taste in books.
8. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Actually getting the time to write.
9. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
I’m a newbie writer, and for that reason my advice will be very limited. First, I think it’s important to set small goals and strive to achieve them. So let’s say you’re a blogger, you can aim for writing one blog each week, for instance, but if you actually wrote two or more, that would be even better. It also helps to volunteer to review books of or even beta read for fellow authors. We must remember, though, that all critiques must be constructive and shouldn’t be used as a means to demean other writers. Another thing worth doing is to connect with other authors, especially those who write similar genres to those you write. What’s more, I think newbies should take a few writing classes to hone their writing skills. And most importantly, they should write, write, write.
10. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
Perhaps being a counselor or a motivational speaker. I like the idea of inspiring people to be the best they could possibly be.
11. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
A Mediterranean cruise packed with fantastic sites, mouthwatering cuisine, little or no distractions, and –ahem- other intimate things.
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?
Remember I told you my debut novella was inspired by actual events? Well, last year four persons boarded a plane in a Caribbean island, which was bound for another, and within moments of taking off, the plane crashed. All but one person died. I was deeply moved by the story. A few days after the crash, the lone survivor, said he passed out just before the impact. He suffered injuries to his leg. So I asked myself, “If this man was travelling with his fiancée, what would his story be?” And I started to brainstorm ideas, and He’s So Into You was born.
There will be two more stories in this Healing Hearts series. Raina and Jordan’s story is far from over. He’s So Into You has a happy for now (HFN) ending as it stands. The sequel will show some of the conflicts they face before they get their happily ever after. Jayce and Caleb, their two meddlesome friends, will also have their own story. That will be one wild ride, and will certainly test the strength and patience of even the oldest saint.
Being badly injured in a plane crash and feeling responsible for losing his fianceé keep Jordan Cooper from getting involved with another woman, but his best friend Caleb talks him into going on a blind date. He’s surprised that in a short time his feelings for Raina Abbott runs deep. Jordan wants more than just one night with her, but he has to convince her first.
Leaving an abusive ex and ending an unhealthy relationship with food still aren’t enough to help Raina Abbott overcome her feelings of insecurity, but her best friend Jayce convinces her that going on a blind date is the first step to boosting her self-confidence and feeling good about herself again. Jordan Cooper shows her that she’s beautiful, both inside and out, but can a date and one night of passion assure her that he’s really into her?
“May I ask you a question, Raina?
“I just wondered why you’re here with me.”
“Because you invited me to your room, remember?”
It was obvious she evaded his question. It was the first time Jordan noticed Raina wasn’t altogether comfortable. So why in the world is she here?
“You know what I mean. Why are you on this date?
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“You’re beautiful, charming and intelligent. I would think you’d have men lining up just to be with you.”
Raina laughed without humor. “The trouble is, the guys I know either don’t want to be romantically involved with a full figured woman or just pretend they do.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never been seriously involved with anyone? Never been in love?”
“What’s love anyway?” she asked mockingly, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe it’s just the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
“You think quoting Robert Frost is a satisfactory answer?” Jordan shook his head. “Be honest with me.”
Raina stopped swaying to the music and looked at him seriously. “Okay, you want to hear the truth? The truth is, I met a man who threw kindness my way, flowers, late night phone calls, the works. Within three months I moved in with him, much to the angst of my family. It didn’t dawn on me that he never took me anywhere, never invited his family or friends to our apartment, until I had invested so much time and effort in the relationship, I felt I shouldn’t leave him. He treated me like crap, insulted me, nothing I said or did met his approval. I became a chicken-shit, afraid of him, afraid of my freaking shadow, for god’s sake. I felt like such an idiot, because I didn’t even realize what I had become. Everyone noticed but me.”
Jordan sat on the sofa. “Take off your clothes, beautiful.” His voice sounded raspy to his own ears. “Do it slowly.”
The scowl on Raina’s face was priceless. She arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “I hardly know you and you want me take my clothes off? Are you kidding me?”
“You wouldn’t be here if you thought I would do anything to hurt you. So, here’s the thing, I’m not going to repeat myself,” his voice was thick with emotion, and just the faintest note of warning. Her confession had really done him in. It was hard to imagine the beautiful woman standing before him had endured so much pain by a brute she had given her heart to and trusted. But, he’d be lying if he said she didn’t affect him physically, as well. His cock was so hard he felt it could bore a hole through his Levi’s. Jordan surreptitiously adjusted himself, since he didn’t want it to get sore before he’d even had a chance to use it on this tantalizing woman. At least, he hoped he’d have a chance to use it.
Jordan had every intention of doing and saying everything he could to make Raina see, without a shadow of doubt, she was attractive and a person deserving love, affection and the best life had to offer her. He heard her mutter under her breath. By the look on her face, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a few choice words for him, but he didn’t let it faze him one damn bit. Jordan almost applauded when he saw his Raina—No, just Raina, dammit, hesitate only for a moment. When she released the band of her dress and peeled it slowly down her arms, exposing little by little, her surprisingly slender collarbone and the dark mysteries of her lightly powdered cleavage, Jordan felt as if he had died and entered paradise. He silently urged his greedy hands to stay still, because at the moment he wanted to grab her and plunge his tongue deep enough into her mouth to hit the back of her throat. After what seem like agonizing minutes in a gas chamber, he released his breath in relief when the damn dress finally fell to the floor. His baser desires were still not completely under control by the time she stepped out of her dress and kicked it aside.
Raina smiled shyly at him. She reached behind and unhooked her red lace bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. Jordan almost shot his cum in his pants, like a sex-starved teenager, when he saw her generous breasts. Her nipples were so incredibly suckable. Jordan resisted the temptation to reach out and touch them right then and there. Raina hooked her fingers in the waistband of her scrap of underwear and gently rolled them down her thick thighs. Only a second later, she chucked them aside as well.
Jordan’s breath caught in his throat when his eyes zoomed to the center of her body. Her bald pussy almost had him coming undone. It was slick from her arousal and he could just glimpse her swollen clit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
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