I am very happy and excited about having Ginger Ring here with me today talking about The Gangster Woman, her second book in the Love Is A Dangerous Thing" Trilogy..
Also, I am loving the cover with the beautiful Jax Turyna and the handsome Scott King....WOW!
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I am a typical Midwestern girl. I grew up on a dairy farm and love animals. I live out in the country with my husband and two cats.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I love to read so I usually have my nose is in a book. I also love to cook but rarely have time to do it.
3. Where do you get your ideas from?
I am a big history fan so I like to take stories or legends that I hear about and make them into a love story.
4. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, which would be your favorite and why?
I love both of my gangster stories so that is a tough one. I guess I would have to say the current one. It was my hardest one to write and I am absolutely head over heels in love with the cover.
5. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
Both of the gangster books are based on historical events and places in my area. Most recently I found out about the Wonder Bar in Madison. It is featured in the first chapter of my newest book. There is a painting of a woman over the fireplace there and no one knows of her history. So I decided to give her one.
6. What other genres besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I love time travels. I’ve had one of those partially written for quite some time so I hope to finish that this year. I also got asked to be in a paranormal collection. I have never written one so that is a learning experience for me.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
There are so many that I can’t count so I will just say the genres that I am reading right now which are Mafia/mob, hockey, cowboys, and MMA fighter romances. I guess you could say that I am into the ‘action’ type books right now. Lol
8. Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
I loved John and Grace from book one of the gangster books but I guess I have to say Eryn and Michael. They were extremely hard to write but hopefully I did them justice. Whereas John and Grace are a younger couple, Eryn Michael had more mature issues to deal with. They had both spent years pretending to be something that they weren’t and really just wanted to be loved for who they really were.
9. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
The hardest things for me are putting in the actually writing time and marketing. You spend months writing and getting everything ready and then it is so hard to get the word out to people to read your books. There is a lot of competition right now so that makes it even harder to get your books noticed.
10. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Don’t wait, write!!
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?
This is book two in my Love is a Dangerous Things Trilogy. It can be a stand-alone but reading the first is helpful.
Now that prohibition was over, FBI agent Michael Flynn hoped to enjoy the quiet life and a chance to finally concentrate on finding his best friend’s sister. He’d been in love with her since he first laid eyes on her picture. Unfortunately, the more he searched the more he realized she wasn’t just missing. Eryn was hiding from one of the most notorious gangsters around. One who wouldn’t rest until he knew she was dead.
Eryn O’Malley had been moving around for years, doing whatever legal, or illegal job she could find to survive. No time for romance or a normal life. A one-night stand with a handsome man at the county fair seemed like just the ticket to escape for a moment from her troubled life. However, finding out he was a G-man wasn’t part of the plan. Now he was on her trail. Whether to arrest or rescue her, she wasn’t sure, and she couldn’t wait around to find out. If he caught her, would he forgive her checkered past or would he always think of her as the gangster’s woman?
Where the hell did she go? Michael had parked his car in front of his room and now was searching the empty streets of Fawn Lake for the woman he had hoped to spend the night with. Frustration and longing battled it out in his head, one minute he wanted to take her over his knee and make her tell the truth and the next he wanted to kiss the daylights out of her.
He followed her as best he could but somehow she disappeared. Now he was left wandering the area, looking for her and feeling like an idiot. Every once in a while he’d slip in the shadows and listen for sounds not native to the night. The sun was setting during their last dance and now it was pitch black. A million twinkling stars lit up the wide open sky but with no moon in sight, it was a dark and quiet night. Hoot hoot. An owl called out in the evening.
The slam of a door drew his eyes away from the night creature broadcasting in a tree up above. It was her. Her face was darkened by her hat, but he’d recognize that shapely figure anywhere. His brain had already locked every curve and line to memory. She held something in her hand. A gun perhaps? She scanned both ways of the street before heading toward the only motel in this sleepy little northern town. His motel.
Rubbing his hand over his whisker-roughened jaw, he calmed his breathing. Michael surveyed the road for any other strangers walking in the night. This could so easily be a set up. Beautiful woman lures man to a room and steals him blind. Was she Eryn, the lady thief, or some gangster’s moll?
“Only one way to find out,” Michael whispered to no one and quietly followed her.
Eryn slowed her steps as she approached the motel. What was in the bag she held in her hand?
Michael quickened his pace. If he could just sneak up behind her and take her off guard without scaring the hell out of her. The perfume of lilacs tickled his nose as he neared. He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, “Going somewhere, doll face?”
At the sound of his voice, she relaxed in his arms. “Yes, I have a date with a handsome stranger.”
“Handsome, huh?” He still held her tight to his chest.
“Very.” The sound of her voice was low and seductive.
“Still, a woman shouldn’t be out wandering alone at night.” Damn that hat, he’d love to see her hair.
“Oh, I am very capable of taking care of myself.” The fingers of her right hand covered his and his heart skipped a beat.
“You packing a six-shooter under that skirt or in the bag you’re carrying?” He reluctantly released her, and she slid from his grip.
“No, but I do have a bottle of whiskey to hit him over the head if he does something I don’t want him to.” Eryn teased and took the bottle out of the bag. Her bright smile shone in the dim light.
“Well, I guess I better only do what you want me to.”
“Are you sure you’re not married? You sound like the perfect husband.” She took his hand and led him to the picnic table out front of the motel. A streetlight from nearby provided some light. Swarms of little bugs flickered around it.
“I don’t think I’m husband material.” They both sat on the bench and gazed in the distance. “What about you, Penelope? A fine looking woman like you must be beating fellas off with a stick.”
“Well,” she gazed up in his eyes, “let’s just say that my circumstances at the moment don’t allow much time for courting.”
“Yeah, it’s not a good time for a lot of folks right now.” Hell, he had a job. It was easy for him to forget what it was like for others who barely had money for food. The woman in front of him looked healthy and well dressed. What circumstances would she have to worry about? Sure, it was hard to be a single woman with no man, but times had changed. She must have money coming in from somewhere.
“Oh.” She poked him in the chest with her finger, jarring him from his thoughts. “My name isn’t Penelope.”
“It’s not?” He’d already known that was true but waited to hear the reason.
“No, it’s Eryn.”
“It suits you.” Was she the Eryn he searched for?
“I didn’t know who you were.” Eryn rested her hands in her lap. “A girl can’t be too careful these days.”
“No, and yet here you are.” Michael reached for the whiskey bottle, opened it, and handed it her way.
“Sometimes I don’t want to be careful.” She raised the bottle to her lips. Her eyes never left his.
Michael swallowed as he witnessed the beautiful woman in front of him take a long, slow drink of whiskey. What he wouldn’t give to have his lips take the place of that bottle. For the first time in his life he was at a loss of what to do next. Staring down the barrel of a gun, investigating a murder, interviewing criminals, it all seemed like child’s play right now.
Eryn was a whole different story from a book he’d never thought to open.
“Why are you staring at me?” She giggled and handed him the bottle.
“I’m trying to figure you out.” The liquor burned its way down his throat. Thinking about her lips so recently touching the same surface was more intoxicating than the drink.
“What’s there to figure out?”
“Why are you here all alone with me?” He let his fingers linger a tad longer than they needed as he handed the bottle back.
The owl made its presence known again and let out a hoot. Eryn laughed. It was music in the evening air. Shit, what the hell was wrong with him? If he wasn’t careful he’d be on his knee in a minute promising love, marriage, and a baby carriage. And he didn’t know anything, or want to know anything, about any of the three. He had a job to do and it wasn’t courting women. They were trouble. Always had been, always would be.
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