To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
Hi Dawn, thanks for having me here today. I want to tell you about my just released historical romance/romantic suspense novel that was just released by Eternal Press. It is called Call Me Duchess and it is my second novel and the prequel to Angel of Windword. It is also part of a trilogy. I am now working on my third book, The English Marquesa, which will take place in Spain.
What makes a book great in your eyes?
What makes a book great in your eyes?
When I just can’t put it down and I start to resent all my little chores, which keep me away from it. I like romance and suspense. There is nothing better than to be enraptured in a good book, where the characters come alive and become endearing.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Frozen Margaritas and a weekly manicure. I have gotten spoiled.
How much of the book is realistic?
Well, I write fiction…but I have to get the historical aspect right. Also, some of my characters’ traits are taken from people that I know.
What is the hardest scene you have had to write (published or not)? Why?
The love scenes. By love scenes, I don’t mean the sex scenes. Those are easy to write. I mean when the hero tells the heroine that he loves her because I want him to be sexy and romantic, but I want my hero to be manly, too.
If you had a reporter follow you around for the day, what would the readers get to see in your daily schedule?
Everyday, I go and walk one hour at a mall. It makes me feel great and I don’t get bored. I plot my next scenes. Afterwards, I go to Brookstone and sit in a massage chair and get a massage. I highly recommend this!
When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline?
I go with the flow. I have a basic idea of what the plot is going to be, but once I start the book, the characters take on a life of their own and I just go with the flow.
Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names?
No, not hard at all. I love coming up with them.
Are you the type of individual who gets weepy at the end of a good movie, or a sad movie, or do you just stay neutral through it all?
Definitely weepy.
Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or print) from your favorite authors?
Ginger Simpson has a few good ones out recently that I want to read.
If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be?
Marshmallows. I love to melt them!
What is one thing scientists should invent?
Delicious food that tastes fattening but makes you thin.
Are you a morning person or a night person?
A morning person when it comes to writing. If I do not start a scene in the morning, it simply won’t get done, but I’m definitely a night person. I love to stay up late.
Do you like thunderstorms?
Only when I’m in bed and safe under my covers.
Where can readers find you on the ‘Net?
Sneak Peek into Call Me Duchess
Available at Eternal Press
Buy it HERE
Grippingly suspenseful and romantic, CALL ME DUCHESS is one young woman’s stunning journey to find love in 1870s London while a dashingly handsome chaperone, a heinous villain, and her own lofty aspirations stand in her way.
Left penniless by their father, Marguerite Wiggins and her sisters must find husbands during the London season or find work as governesses by season’s end. Determined to become the next Duchess of Wallingford, Marguerite must make the difficult decision between following her heart or attaining her lifelong dreams and ambitions as a depraved rapist seeks to make her his next victim.
Excerpt:
Ah, the London Season—how glamorous, how debauch!
Staring at his image in the gilded mirror on top of the marbled staircase, the nobleman adjusted his black mask over his eyes and smiled with approval while surveying the fine-looking picture he presented. As usual, his appearance was faultless. There was not a hair out of place. It was time to make his grand entrance, but he couldn’t help but linger a while longer as he looked over the banister at the massive ballroom below.
The magnificent Bentley House boasted the most exquisite of ballrooms, and tonight the festooned and tinseled room did not disappoint. What would the London Season be without the Dowager Duchess of Wallingford’s annual masquerade ball, held every year at the commencement of the Season? He had looked forward to it for months.
His heart pounded with anticipation as he slowly descended the staircase, his keen eyes surveying the magical grandeur before him.
There she was now—the bejeweled and crusty dowager, dressed in black silk and lace, smiling at her doting son, the Duke of Wallingford. The duke’s escort, Lady Lorena Bonner, giggled and blushed while speaking to Lord Christopher Jackman, who looked more enamored by her than ever.
Entering the room, the nobleman recognized Lord and Lady Hardwood and their delectable daughter, Samantha, from last year’s Season. He accepted a flute of champagne from one of the numerous silver trays being passed around by uniformed waiters. He glanced at the dance floor and noticed the Countess of Salesbury waltzing with a young dandy while her aged husband watched silently. And was that not the exquisite Marchioness of Albester in lively conversation with the Earl of Deville? Where were their other halves? No doubt enjoying a lovers’ rendezvous in the terrace while their spouses conversed for all to witness. The nobleman smirked, remembering how the four had scandalized the ton with their blatant behavior last summer. But that was last year’s gossip. He wondered what tidbit this year would bring.
The marchioness called him over, but he could not go and speak to her now. He pretended not to notice, for he had more pressing matters at hand. The nobleman was not interested in the guests he recognized. He was more fascinated by the guests he had yet to meet.
Looking to his side, he observed a large group of young ladies standing by the north wall. So many of them! Giggling and hoping they’d be noticed. This year’s pretty pickings—such beautiful, dainty flowers just waiting to be plucked. Where would he start? Knocking back the champagne with one quick gulp, he headed toward them.
The London Season—how glamorous, how debauch, indeed! The time of year when the upper crust departed from their country manors and brought their young daughters to London to partake in the marriage mart, all anxiously hoping the young debutantes would meet eligible bachelors from good families such as theirs.
He wondered which one he would rape tonight.
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