Interview questions for Ms. Malpas provided by Debbie Kagan of the Literati Group
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I’m relishing in the calmness and quiet as I swim length after length, no one joining me, no one venturing in to use the Jacuzzis, and no one coming to relax on a sun lounger. But then I hear movement, and I stop mid-length to see who has arrived. My eyes flick to the entrance of the changing area, and then Jesse emerges, wearing a loose pair of black swimming shorts. I sigh in appreciation, and he blasts me with his smile, before diving straight in, his body stretching out, making minimal noise or splash as he slips below the surface. I float in the middle of the pool and watch the shadow of his tall body approaching me under water until he’s right in front of me, but he remains submerged.
Then I feel his palm wrap around my ankle, and I squeal as I’m yanked under the water, just catching a lungful of air before I disappear, my eyes naturally clenching shut. His lips meet mine, his arms surrounding me, and he rolls us around under the water, our skin slipping all over each other, our tongues dancing wildly.
This is nice, but I’m rubbish at holding my breath, and he must be gasping for air, having been down here a lot longer than me. I pinch him to indicate my depleting breath, and my lungs scream a thank you when we surface, my legs clenching around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. I try to grab a hold of my bearings and attempt to open my eyes, and when I do, I’m greeted by a dirty great big grin. I know he can’t touch the bottom himself, so he must me treading water frantically with my dead weight clinging to him. You would never know it, though. He looks like he’s just floating effortlessly in front of me.
I push his wet hair from his face and match his grin. ‘You closed the pool, didn’t you?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ He shifts me around to his back and starts swimming to the side. ‘It’s never busy at this time of day.’
‘I don’t believe you.’ I rest my chin on his shoulder. ‘You couldn’t stand the thought of me in a bikini and others seeing it. Admit I’m right.’ I’ve got my Lord worked out.
He reaches the edge of the pool and pulls me from his back, pushing me up against the side. ‘I love the thought of you in a bikini.’
‘But for your eyes only?’
‘I’ve told you before, Ava. I don’t share you with anyone or anything, not even their eyes,’ He slides his hands down my sides and onto my thighs. ‘Just for my touch,’ he whispers. It makes me immediately clench my thighs as he leans in and kisses me gently before scanning my face. ‘Just for my eyes.’ His finger slips into the side of my bikini bottoms, and I hold my breath as he strokes me softly. ‘Just for my pleasure, baby. I know you understand me, don’t you?’
‘I do,’ I shift in front of him and drape my arms over his shoulders.
‘Good. Kiss me.’
I dive right in and show my appreciation with a long, hot, passionate kiss that draws a low moan from each of us. His hands shift to my waist, his big palms circling me completely as he holds me tight, and we kiss for the longest time – there in the middle of the pool, just me and him, drowning in each other, consuming each other, loving each other.
About for Author
Featured photo of author by Dafydd Jones
Author: Genevieve Dewey
Published: January 1, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Drama and Romance, and a wee bit of everything in between.
Rating: 5/5 Stars
…for there is nothing so perfect as a thing with no ending and no beginning such as a family of souls intertwined…
This introspective sequel to First, I Love You takes you deeper into a tale of interwoven roles, divided loyalties, and personal conflicts. Continue reading
Author: Tracey Garvis-Graves
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: September 17, 2013
Publisher: Dutton Adult
Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars Continue reading
Author: Daisy Prescott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: May 15, 2013
Rating: 5/5 Continue reading
The beginning of a new existence. The creation of a whole new animal.
Fulfilling a promise leads to searching her soul, her past, and the one night that changed her life forever…
Young, vibrant and with her whole life in front of her, Anna is looking forward to ringing in the new year at her favorite bar. Dressed to the hilt, ready for a great night, she meets Sebastian – tall, mysterious and handsome. Her one-night stand turns into a one-life exchange!
The beginning of a new existence…
Anna finds her new life holds more than even she knows. It promises rock n roll, sex, love, secrets and a new set of rules. She embraces her new found self and learns to adapt. Anna, and her best friend, Paige, move back home to the states and live as normally as they can. As they say, best laid plans. Life has a different idea and yet another set of rules. Rules that even she breaks.
About The Author:
Although I have always enjoyed writing, the dream to become a writer came when I read A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare, in the sixth grade. My early works, not published, were in the form of children’s stories I would read to my two daughters. I divide my days between the real world and the ones I’ve created. My life and my characters keep me very busy in my Mid-Western scene, where I live with my husband, and my children (both human and furry).
I not only had the pleasure of reading Mrs. Whitely-Gillen’s novel, Last Train to Omaha, but I also got the chance to ask her some burning questions that I had floating around. Hope you enjoy getting to know her as much as I did!
- Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?
I absolutely love Martin and Frank and they will be making cameo appearances in my next novel Egan’s Will. As far as a theme goes, I’m addicted to people’s personal journeys – like James’s for example.
- Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?
At the advice of many, I self published and my goal after I establish a good readership is to have a publishing house pick me up. Having never written a novel before it took a lot of research and trying to find the right connections took a lot of weeding through names and businesses. I was extremely lucky to have found my editor Elizabeth Bond from the Canadian Editors’ Association who also worked for Simon and Schuster and has many connections in the publishing field. I found the entire process extremely challenging but worth it. I’ve learned a lot from the process.
Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?
The one thing I can say is to write what you feel and what you know. Use your experience to ignite your imagination. My favourite authors are those who are not afraid to express themselves and their vulnerabilities through their characters. Anais Nin said “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” I believe this to be true.
How does your writing process look? Consistent with regular amounts of word counts daily/weekly… or more sporadic with a gush of words all at once and then a dry bed for a while?
I do my best writing in consistent chunks – hours upon hours, because I feel that’s when I feel I’m totally “in the groove” of it and my best work starts to flow. Having a very busy life doesn’t always accommodate this but when I do get to sit down to write, I’m normally gone for most of the day.
If you had to go back and do it all over, is there any aspect of your novel or getting it published that you would change?
There are some things on a personal level I would change yes, like getting more into the background of Stephen’s psyche. Also, I wouldn’t rush to have my book launched so quickly. We had some last minute editing issues that lapsed into our first round of publishing the book. Totally my fault of course…
Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?
I too suffered from a few traumatic experiences that altered the course of my life much as James. Also, James’s anxiety was very real for me as I do suffer from mild anxiety and my best friend growing up was actually hospitalized for extreme agoraphobia and so his attacks were representative of my surroundings and myself growing up. I also believe that there is a part of me and everyone I know in every one of my characters. My life has been my inspiration for the creation of these characters.
Is there a message in your novels that you want readers to walk away with? If so, what is it?
Love your life, right now in the moment and be true to yourself. Embrace your relationships and learn from them. Never stop trying to explore your path.
What books did you read when you were kids? Any books you found inspiring?
Dr. Seuss (lol!). I actually wasn’t an avid reader until my late teens. I did love to write my own stories as a child however. I come from a very artistic family. My dad is a painter and philosopher and my mother was into poets, including Dostoevsky and French Canadian singer Jacques Brel, so we were constantly exposed to art. For me, my biggest inspiration from my childhood comes from listening to Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and the Beatles.
What does your Main Character think about you? Would he want to hang out with you, the author, his creator?
I’m not sure about that. Excellent question. I don’t think I’m logical enough for James but I do think he would at least like me.
What project are you working on now?
I just got back from New York City where I attended a workshop with Syd Field on screenwriting, so my husband and I are teaming up to write the screenplay for Last Train to Omaha. So many of my readers have indicated that they would love to see this story on the big screen so we’re going to attempt to create something tangible and film worthy. I’ve also started my second novel, Egan’s Will. I’m really excited about this book as it will be more of an epic novel and this time, the protagonist is a girl.
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I loved writing about Martin’s time in Vietnam. Having grown up in that era, it fascinates me. I remember everyone coming together to protest – creating a revolution to end war. I’m a huge World War II Vietnam War buff. I have so much love and respect for Veterans and what they have sacrificed for us all – the pain and suffering they must have endured is completely unfathomable to me. I also really enjoyed James’s journey thorough South East Asia with Ted – it brought lightness to the storyline I felt.
What is your interesting writing quirk?
Sometimes I talk or laugh out loud to myself when I’m writing dialogue. It makes me feel like I’m a part of the conversation somehow. Quirky – I know!
Which of your characters would you like to meet in person and why?
All of the Veterans – each and every one of them. I love them all. I feel connected to them and I think it’s because of my deep love and appreciation for what Veterans do and what they stand for. But mostly, I want to meet Martin. His soul is so rich and worldly.
Use 3 words to describe each of the following characters:
- James- intelligent, vulnerable, broken
- Rebecca- light, loving, forgiving
- Kitty- fierce, loyal, fun
- Ted- soothing, relaxed, brotherly
- Frank- sexy, charming, loving
- Martin- philosopher, witty, giving
- Stephen- narcissistic, funny, deep
You’ve been given the task to host a last minute dinner party. Which authors are on your ultimate dinner invitation list? Alive or Dead.
D.H. Lawrence, Jeannette Walls, and Charlaine Harris (to lighten up the mood because she is so much fun!)
Craziest thing in your fridge right now?
Some kind of weird dipping sauce – I don’t even want to know what the ingredients are!
Favorite childhood toy you wished you still had?
My stuffed donkey
Favorite ice cream flavor?
Toss up between Jamoca Almond Fudge and Pralines and Cream
Superpower you wish you had?
To fight evil
To Connect with Mrs. Whitely-Gillen, you can visit her at her website: http://www.anngillenbooks.com/
Last Train to Omaha came about under very extraordinary circumstances. Having been diagnosed with breast cancer last year changed my life–and in many ways, for the better. Taking a step back during my recovery allowed me to see things more clearly and redefine myself to become more of the person I was meant to be. Although I was a happily married mother of four, after my diagnosis, I felt I was still missing something deep and meaningful in my life. Something about me was lost as I trudged through my hectic daily routine and never-ending demands of life. I lost me.
I strongly believe my road to recovery began as I rediscovered myself through the characters in this book. I was able to seek solace in their ability to overcome diversity with courage in their hearts and the peaceful resignation they achieved with the connections they shared amongst themselves. Each character in this book represents a connection I’ve made in my life.
Through the eyes of James Milligan and his ensemble cast of supporting characters, we see that destiny is not only what life brings us–it’s about how life can be uniquely tailored simply by how we choose to respond to it.
All the best,
Ann Whitely-Gillen resides in Ottawa, Canada’s capital, where she is a communications advisor and freelance writer. In the 1990s, Ann lived in Sydney, Australia for more than a year volunteering her writing and public relations expertise to organizations including Greenpeace. She is also an accomplished musician and singer.
Ann has always wanted to write a screenplay and, in fact, Last Train to Omaha started out with that in mind. After forty pages of writing, Ann decided to turn the screenplay into a novel, as she wanted to delve deeper into James Milligan’s personal journey and enrich the cast of characters.
After recently travelling to New York City to attend a workshop on screenwriting with Syd Field (guru of screenwriting), she is now ready to embark on the visual transformation of Last Train to Omaha to the big screen. Her new novel, Egan’s Will, is also in the works, so stay tuned.
Ann lives with her husband and four children, who she loves to spend time with along with their family dog. In her leisure time, she can be found watching an independent film or reading a good book with a glass of red wine!
1. Find someone to be your word police. For me, this person is Katie Ashley. The first document had so much yellow from highlighting that I thought I’d never finish, but now I have figured this out, and I try to be hyperaware of it. It seems with each book there is less yellow than the last.I think when you’re writing a scene, you don’t realize how much you use the same word until a fresh pair of eyes points it out. Also, reading it out loud will help me identify those areas. Don’t be afraid of using pronouns either. Using the character’s names too frequently can be redundant. Again, this was something I did a lot of while writing my first novel, but as I’ve grown, I do it less and less with each novel.
Oh yeah, and commas! I’m probably using too many right now. Make sure you go back and try to re-teach yourself as many grammar rules as you can. Don’t rely on Word. It will miss things, as good as it is. Continue reading
Today is Sylvain Reynard‘s birthday! We want to wish the Gabriel’s Inferno Series author a very happy birthday! As many of you know, our group started because of our shared love for his books! :) Best wishes from the Lovers!
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Not long ago, Micah and Trinity were the same. They shared the same past and the same secrets, and they knew just how to help each other endure the rough hand they’d been dealt. Some kids grew up in loving homes, with kind families and boundless compassion. But Micah and Trinity weren’t so lucky. Growing up in foster care with no place to call home, they swore they’d be there for one another, always.
Now they’re back in each other’s lives, but the reunion is less than sweet. When Trinity stumbles onto the same college campus as Micah, she realizes her memories with him were and still are a life raft, but according to Micah, those memories never even happened. He’s no longer that sweet teenage boy who defended her and held her when she was scared. Now he’s the campus playboy with only three things on his mind: women, parties, and when he can score his next adrenaline rush. He refuses to acknowledge the truth.
Once upon a time, they dreamt of Foreverland.
Once upon a time, they were friends.
Once upon a time, they were more.
But that was then, and this is now, and no one knows that “once upon a time” doesn’t always lead to “happily ever after” more than two kids who’ve had to say goodbye too many times to count.
About the Author: Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, Love and Relativity, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. Visit her at http://www.rachaelwade.com/ and http://www.lightsonoutreach.com/ or come chat with her on Twitter via @RachaelWade.
Many thanks to Gina for the extended excerpt of this really CRAZY HOT scene in Rules of Entanglement. If you aren’t part of the >>>>Maxwell’s Mob<<<< already, head on over there and join, cause Gina featured 16 pages of DELETED WATERFALL SCENES from the book. It was her way of thanking her Mahbstahs for their kind words, and for sharing the love of her books!
“What do you say we make things a little more interesting?”
Vanessa raised a brow as she poured them both their next shot. “That depends on what you mean by interesting.”
“A harmless get-to-know-you game.”
“A drinking game?” She actually looked excited about the prospect for a whole two seconds. Then she narrowed her eyes, nearly twining those long sable lashes. “Does it involve losing articles of clothing?”
He held up his right hand, “I swear the loser is not required to remove any of his or her clothing.” Said the spider to the fly.
Her shoulders relaxed and she leaned in slightly. “Okay, how do we play?”
“I’ll make a statement about myself. It can be true or completely fabricated. You then have to guess which and say ‘true’ or ‘bullshit.’ If you’re right, you get to pick a place on your body that I do a shot from. If you’re wrong, I get to pick the spot. Then we switch roles.”
Vanessa opened her mouth but nothing came out. She closed it. Tried again. Finally, she shook her head. “I’ve played a lot of drinking games in my day, but I’ve never heard of anything like this. Dare I ask what it’s called?”
Jax grinned. “Bullshit Body Shots. Reid and I made it up with our girlfriends in high school.”
“I have no doubt,” she said wryly.
“C’mon, V. You’re a lawyer, and according to you, a damn good one. You should be able to smell my bullshit from a mile away. Unless of course you’re not as good as you claim.”
Yeah, he was baiting her. Again. He seemed to be making it a habit with her. And even though she clearly recognized them for what they were, she couldn’t resist accepting his challenges. A trait he loved about her.
Finally, with a roll of her eyes, she said, “Go ahead and start.”
Game on. He’d start them off easy. “I was all-conference in wrestling my senior year in high school.”
“True. Your sister told me that forever ago.”
He figured as much, but he wanted her comfortable. And unsuspecting. “Where am I doing the shot?”
She made a show of thinking it over, then held out the inside of her wrist. He knew she’d go with somewhere safe. Or at least what she thought would be safe.
Grabbing the saltshaker in one hand and her wrist in the other, he kept eye contact with her as he brought his face slowly closer to his target. He licked a languid path across the soft skin, feeling her strong pulse speed up against his tongue. Vanessa’s pupils grew larger as he added a dash of salt, then licked it off in the same manner as before. He threw back his shot, enjoying the burn as it slid down his throat.
When she tried to pull her hand back—most likely assuming that was the end of its use—he held firm. “Ah-ah-ah. I still need this.”
He didn’t answer her with words but took one of the lime wedges and lightly squeezed it—enough for several drops to land and stream over the edges of her wrist—and then finished the process with an open-mouthed kiss to suck off the remaining juice. Then he released her.
“That’s not…” Her voice broke slightly and she cleared her throat to try again. “That’s not how body shots are done.”
“They are in this game. Your turn, Viper.”
Reminding her of her tough-girl persona did the trick. She composed herself, donned her game face, and took her turn. “I grew up in a really shitty neighborhood in Queens, New York.”
“Bullshit. You don’t have the accent.”
“Wrong, and your assumption is the reason I worked to strip the accent out of me. I didn’t like that people could identify where I grew up and pass judgment on me simply for how I sounded.”
He wasn’t surprised to hear she’d actively worked to improve something about herself she saw as a fault. Vanessa seemed intent she and everything else in her life was above par. More than ever he suspected something in her past was what drove her to be so strict about how her future should be. The question was, what?
“Good for you, V, I think that’s great. It also means you get to choose where you’d like to do your shot.”
The thought of Vanessa licking him anywhere had his blood draining to a central area of his body. She indicated his neck and didn’t hesitate to go through the ritual. Every stroke of her tongue licked flames up the side of his throat, consuming him a little at a time. He swore he almost cracked his jaw from clenching it to keep from turning his head and attacking her mouth.
When she finished, he gave her a half smile that he hoped said, That was about as much of a turn-on as shopping for car insurance, but thanks for trying. The slight widening of her eyes revealed a hint of incredulity at his lack of reaction, but he played it off like he was oblivious. Oblivious. Yeah, right.
Jax felt more like he was wired to notice every minute detail about her. From the shape of her eyes to the freckle on the back of her left knee. From the way her green irises could throw sparks when pissed to languid pools when relaxed.
Oblivious was the last thing he was when it came to this woman. And for the life of him, he didn’t know why.
“Are we done or are you going to take another turn?” she asked.
He grinned. “Anxious to have my mouth on you again?”
“In your dreams, surfer boy.”
He dropped the joking manner and stared directly into her eyes. “Actually, I’d appreciate it if you’d stay out of my dreams. Lusting after you during my waking hours is about all I can handle right now.”
Her mouth opened as if to respond, but nothing came out. For a long moment they were silent, just stared at each other, until she lowered her gaze and tucked a side of her hair behind her ear. Finally, he broke the silence by taking his turn in the game.
“I’m deathly afraid of spiders. True or bullshit?”
She studied him carefully and then rendered her verdict. “Bullshit.”
“Reid and Lucie are the only people who know my weakness, so I expect you’ll take that intel to your grave, MacGregor.”
She made a production of crossing her heart and holding her right hand up. “I swear. I won’t tell anyone you’re afraid of itty-bitty bugs.”
The little wench thought his phobia was amusing, eh? He’d show her amusing.
“My turn to drink.” Grabbing the hem of her tank in his hands, he started lifting it up her stomach. He didn’t make it much past her belly button before she grabbed his wrists and held tight. He looked up at her with a questioning arch of his brow.
“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any removal of clothing.”
“No, I said the loser wouldn’t be required to remove any clothing. However, the winner can remove anything that gets in the way of him doing a shot in the location of his choosing.”
“Holy shit,” she said with wide eyes. “You lawyer loopholed me.”
He winked. “Don’t take it too hard. I took advantage of your arrogance.”
“Settle down, princess.” Jax rotated his hands up, breaking free of her hold. “Your arrogance is one of the things I like most about you.”
When she opened her mouth to protest, he laid a finger against her lips. “Shh. Rules are rules, after all.”
She slitted her eyes, but there was no hiding the humor dancing behind her lashes. Sure she wouldn’t argue anymore, he pulled her shirt over her head, discarding it somewhere on the floor behind him. A fancy black bra covered with sea green lace encased her breasts. They swelled over the tops of the cups that barely covered her nipples. It was quite possibly the most glorious piece of lingerie he’d ever seen.
“Sweet Jesus. Is that a matching set?” He zeroed in on her shorts, praying for X-ray vision.
“You’ll have to win another round to find out.” She gave him a satisfied smile. “Rules are rules, after all.”
“Touché,” he said, answering with a smile of his own. Too bad he was about to wipe that smirk right off her face.
Indie Author Melissa Collins is releasing her first novel, Let Love In, in the spring/summer of 2013. The second book, Let Love Stay, will be released in the fall/winter of 2013. The official cover reveal and release date is coming soon. In the meantime, you can read the synopsis AND a steamy excerpt below. Be sure to connect with Melissa using the links below:
~ Synopsis ~
Madeleine Becker lost everything when her parents died when she was ten years old. The only way for her to move on is to build walls around her heart and keep everyone at a safe distance. Her logic: she can’t get hurt if she doesn’t fall in love. That theory is blown to pieces when she meets Reid Connely during her freshman year at college. He is gorgeous and darkly mysterious. He understands Maddy’s pain all too well, but sharing his pain would mean breaking down the walls he put up around his own heart. Maddy’s inner strength, snarky-ass personality and breath taking beauty force Reid to reevaluate his world. Together they find out what happens when they let love in.
~ Teaser ~
(Maddy’s first encounter with Reid)
There was a group playing quarters on the island and another group lining up shots on the breakfast bar – so not my scene. I just shrugged my shoulders, opened the door, pulled out a bottle of water and, when I turned around to walk back outside, I face-planted into a wall of solid muscle.
“Hand me one?” His voice was smooth and… gruff at the same time. Red-faced, I turned back around and got him his water, glad for the cool respite that the opened refrigerator door offered.
“Here you go.” I could not peel my eyes away from his mouth as he moved the bottle to his lips. They were perfect – beautiful and full in a completely masculine way. I watched, completely fascinated, as his throat moved, downing the water in three or four large gulps. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and I couldn’t help but let my eyes travel up the rest of his arm to his biceps and shoulders – those were the same as his lips – perfect. Amazingly, gorgeously, utterly, divinely perfect. Muscled and tanned, his arms were mouthwatering.
My knees wobbled. My heart thudded. Thousands of butterflies spread their wings in my belly.
“Thanks…” he stared blankly at my face for a minute and I couldn’t help but wondering if he liked what he saw. He cleared his throat and roused me from my little daydream where the gorgeous boy is mesmerized by the maybe-a-little-above-average looking girl. That’s when I realized he was asking for my name.
“Maddy. Sorry, my name’s Maddy.” I nearly choked on my tongue to get my freaking name out..