1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I’m fifty-five, southern born. Raised in North Carolina. Attended college in South Carolina, married a local boy. Raised two kids to adulthood. After my mother died, I gravitated to reading romances after a lifetime of thrillers, mysteries, and classics. I’ve worked retail management, been a photographer, and a furniture re-finisher.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I spend way too much time on social media. Does that count as a hobby? I’m also addicted to baseball and reading current events.
3. Where do you get your ideas from?
A lot of them come from my reading of current events. I’ll read a story and think, “What if...” and then, I’m off to the races.
4. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, which would be your favorite and why?
I love them all for different reasons. My current series, The ‘Cuda Confessions, is centered around hot rods and racing. So, I’m revisiting my youth, because for a teenager growing up in Concord, North Carolina, cars were king. I’m having a blast writing this one, so right now, it’s my favorite.
5. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
There’s a bit of my life in every story I write.
6. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
If I stray out of romance, I’d probably write thrillers.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
I love my peers: Kaia Bennet, Harper Miller, you. Zoe York and even though I grew tired of waiting for her to put out a few books, I’ll always love Lora Leigh. I think she wrote the first erotic romance I ever red, and I was like, “Day-um.”
8. Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
I’m partial to Daniel De Marco from Wildly Inappropriate, for the oddest reason. I’m not remotely submissive, so it was a struggle for me to write my first alpha male--who happened to be in to domestic discipline--in a positive light. Once I got into his head, I grew to understand his viewpoint, but it was a lot like learning to eat liver.
9. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Ass in the seat, hands on the keyboard...attention on the screen. I swear to God, I have Adult Onset Attention Deficit Disorder. :/
10. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Get feedback from strangers! It’s gonna hurt, but you’ll be a better writer for it.
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?
The ‘Cuda Confessions is a series about growing up, learning who to love and who to trust, and where a young woman fits into the world. It was written initially as a protest about all the finger-wagging I saw, done by authors to other authors, shaming them for writing some tropes. I was like, “Aw, really? Some folks just need to get over themselves already. Here’s some stepbrother porn for y’all.” The series has been a huge success.
But... I’m looking forward to finishing the last book in that series, so I can move to the next project.
That one is called The Love Gov, another one that sprang to mind when reading the local paper. In all the hoopla over same sex marriage, a story sprang to life inside my mind,complete with tag line:
There’s nothing partisan about this candidate’s sex life.
Ben Collins is running for governor of South Carolina. He has an ulterior motive that has little to do with politics and everything to do with love. He’s going after the one who got away—Evony Millwood, the woman who just got engaged to his opponent. He's determined to run the state with a clean conscience, a balance sheet in the black, and Evony by his side.
But all the dirt that Ben's opponents will sling is dirt Evony buried with her own hands. Can Ben’s former lover and business partner keep a lid on her misdeeds or will the brewing storm sweep aide their last chance at love?
“Dessert, darling?” Keelan patted his lips with the linen napkin.
I shook my head. “No. I want a piece of cheesecake in the worst way, but it’s not worth the added miles on my morning jog.”
“Your father called. He’s going to join us for coffee, if that’s all right with you.”
I couldn’t drink coffee this time of night. Keelan knew that, but I nodded. I’d have to endure more endless campaign talk, but with any luck, Kee would break things off at a decent hour. I had an early class the next day.
Keelan stood when my father wound his way toward us through the close-set restaurant tables. “George, so nice of you to join us.”
“Honored to be asked, Keelan.” Dad bent to kiss my cheek before the men shook hands. “Evony. You’re looking beautiful tonight.”
Because Kee had made it sound like Dad asked to come, and not the other way around, my bullshit meter revved into high gear.
Dad took a seat, but to my surprise, he didn’t lead with his favorite topic, Keelan’s campaign for governor. In fact, he didn’t say a word.
Keelan cleared his throat. “You know I’m an old-fashioned man, Evony.”
Was he looking to win a prize for understatement of the year? I loved the man, but… Gotta put my tough week aside. He’s really trying. The campaign had already put stress on our relationship. I worked long hours, hoping for tenure at the University of South Carolina. We just couldn’t seem to make time for each other. This dinner was the first time I’d seen the man in days. We aren’t kids. Time spent apart isn’t going to kill us.
Keelan reached into his jacket. Dad folded his hands on top of the linen tablecloth, leaning forward slightly. My gut clenched as I looked from one man to the other.
“Mr. Millwood, you’ve been my closest friend and advisor for years. I respect you more than any man I know. So, I’m sweating bullets here, but I’d like your permission to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
For fuck’s sake. I’m nearly forty-two. There’s old fashioned and then there’s archaic.
My father beamed. “Took you long enough, son. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see Evony settle down with, Keelan.”
Kee pulled his hand free. I stared at the box, admiring the robin’s egg blue. The crisp black logo sent my pulse racing. “Evony, I love you, darling. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He placed the box in my shaking hands.
Aware that conversation had ceased at the tables around us, I managed to lift the lid and pry the black velvet ring box free. Lifting the lid, I gasped.
The oval-cut solitaire threw off rainbows from the candle in the table center. I tugged the white metal setting free, unable to resist a peek at the inside of the band. The bold ‘950’ stamped beside the elegant Tiffany maker’s mark told me the lacy fretwork around the stone was platinum.
I raised my eyes to Keelan’s. He’ll make a good husband. He’s solid. Dependable. He loves me. “Yes.”
Polite clapping broke out. My father’s laugh seemed a bit too loud. Keelan took the diamond from the box. I extended my left hand. He slid the ring on my finger, holding onto my hand. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to my lips.
Pulling back, he stared into my eyes. “I’m going to put you in the governor’s mansion as First Lady, Evony, if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
“Hrmph.” My father only cleared his throat before he delivered bad news. I wanted to admire my diamond, but turned my attention to him. “Ben Collins asked Perry Gaines to handle his election campaign. He’s planning to run against you for the Democratic nomination.”
Oh, shit. He can’t do that. The press will go digging. Daddy will go digging. Ben has no idea what he's walking into.
Thanks to me.
The Love Gov will be out in late October
http://edenconnorwrites.blogspot.com (sign up for my newsletter here)