1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself? First of all, Jamallah, thank you so much for having me as your guest J. Let’s see. I have four brothers so I’m used to being picked on. Lol I’m married to a wonderful and very patient man and I like to read and take long walks, that is, when the weather is warm. I don’t like the winterL I love all kinds of animals so I know I wouldn’t be able to work in a pet shop or animal shelter. I’d be bringing all the animals’ home with me.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time? I like to be outside. Especially in the Spring and Summer. I enjoy doing the yard work. Lol I’d rather cut the grass than do laundryJ
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story? My mind wanders a lot while I’m cleaning or outside gardening. I keep the computer on in case an idea comes to mind. If I don’t type it down right away I’ll forget. A notebook and pencil are always within reach.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Real life. I used to work in a convenience store. I met quite a lot of customers who I got used to seeing every day. They’d talk about their problems. Common problems like we all have.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why? Well, ‘A Heart’s Endeavor’ is my first one so I don’t have anything to compare…yetJ
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I get all sappy when I hear a sad song.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
‘A Heart’s Endeavor’ is about a woman with clinical depression. I’ve met quite a few people who suffer with it and admitted that they felt embarrassed because they needed to take medication every day.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
lol, I don’t have a name for my muse. I do have a rather nasty name for ‘writer’s block’.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
BDSM is another favorite of mine, but I need to do more research so my facts about the lifestyle are correct.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Shayla Black and Maya Banks. I like Sandra Hill for her Viking and Seal stories.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why? Melanie is my favorite female character. She didn’t dwell on her depression. She pushed herself to carry on with her life and in the end found happiness. Jack’s sense of humor reminds me of the state troopers I met while working in retail.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
POV, point of view gets me every time and the dreaded writer’s block.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Keep writing. Expect rejection and make use of criticism whether it’s positive or negative.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now? I’m not sure. I was working in a doggie bakery. I’d probably still be there.
15. What do you like on a man…..briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts or nothing at all? LOL, briefs.
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?
I do have a WIP, but I haven’t submitted it yet. This one will be M/F/M.
A Heart’s Endeavor was released November 19th, 2012
There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.
Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.
When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?
Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?
Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.
A Heart's Endeavor – Excerpt
Melanie poked her head under the table piled high with Kaiser rolls, paper plates, and plastic utensils. She swept the candy into a neat pile. There. That should be the last of them. She rested on her heels and arched her back. Geez, I'm getting too old for this.
A low hiss sounded from above and she twisted at the waist. The first thing she saw was a pair of black shoes spit-polished to a shine. Dark, charcoal gray slacks covered a pair of long legs. Her gaze continued upward and a gun came into view. Great, a state trooper. It would be her luck to meet one in this undignified position. If the poor guy had been standing there the entire time the upper half of her body was underneath the table then he sure as hell didn't get a view of her best side. Not that she had one.
Melanie recognized a flashlight and radio tucked in the utility belt hugging his lean waist. Other unfamiliar items were strapped to it too. The belt looked heavy enough to weigh a pound or more. How in the world did his pants stay in place if he had to hit the ground at a run? Her cheeks warmed. Of all the things that could've popped into her head, why did she always think of the most inane?
She purposely avoided looking at the impressive bulge peeking between his fingers. Oh, and what a bulge it was. Stop it, Mel. You're here to work and get your mind off your problems.
She tilted her head. Her heart skipped a beat. The man was gorgeous. Square jaw, firm lips, hawk-like nose, and forest green eyes framed by ridiculously long lashes mixed well with his short, black hair. A touch of gray at his temples sexed him up all the more. Powerful shoulders stretched the seams of a meticulously pressed light gray uniform shirt. The name tag pinned to the right of his broad chest read Horan. Her eyes rested on his face. Stone face. The noise she heard hadn't come from this guy.
Embarrassed to be caught in such an awkward position, and by a state trooper no less, Melanie scrambled to her feet. She hurried to the sink and washed her hands. She did her best to act the professional employee, but the pulse hammering at the base of her throat threatened to cut off her air supply. Her lips trembled and the palms of her hands grew moist with sweat.
“W-what can I get you, officer?" Way to go, now you're stuttering.
A dark brow arched, but he remained silent. She bit her bottom lip in consternation. Okay, not a talker. But how was she supposed to know what he wanted?
After a second or two had passed he said, "I'd like something hot."
Melanie blinked and her breath hitched. She wouldn't have minded being on the menu. He means food, you dolt. No way can you be considered hot. She tossed a dish towel over her shoulder and gestured toward the two crockpots on the table behind her. "Um, we have homemade chili and pulled pork barbecue, plus hoagies made to order." Her voice rose to a nervous pitch. Her first impulse was to run, but she stood there and waited for him to decide. She shuffled her feet. Men in uniform always made her pulse leap. A leaping pulse she could deal with, but the throbbing between her legs threw her for a loop. As far as she was concerned that pulse just didn't…pulse anymore.