How did you start writing Let Me Know?
I
wrote a story about women kidnapped from Earth who fall in love with Venus men
when I was in the fourth grade. So, a whole lot of years.
Plotter or pantster?
A
bit of both really. I painstakingly plot out characters, scenes, chapters, plot
line. And then the characters moan, scream, cry, and finagle to go and change
everything however they want and make me become a pantster.
What are three things you have
on your writing desk?
- A cup of coffee, usually gone
cold because I’ve forgotten it in the rush to get all the words in my head
down on paper before they float off into the universe.
- A bottle of water, since I’m
supposed to hydrate and once ‘in the mode’ I don’t want to stop, get up
and walk ten steps to the kitchen to get more.
- A small clay dish decorated with
Celtic words given to me by my Father, who loved to weave a good story and
inspired me to write the tales in my head. Inside the dish are Tardis
earrings given to me by a very dear friend, a ring from a fellow cancer
survivor who died last year, and a necklace my now deceased husband gave
me on our first anniversary.
Tell us a little about your new
release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
I
love this story. It’s part of my ‘Weddings by C & C’ series, Book 5 (wow!
Already 5!) so there’s several familiar characters readers have met before. It
was scheduled to release last year (2018) but the real Pele decide to erupt
Mount Kilaeua (a plot line in my ‘fictional’ story) a week before, so I pushed
the release back.
It’s
set in Hawaii, between two native Islanders. One is quite happy to be ‘stuck’
at home. The other can’t wait to fly off and see the world. What I love most is
both the Hero and Heroine are true to who he/she is, know exactly who he/she is
and what he/she wants from life, and yet longs to make the other happy. They
are more mature, in their late forties. They’ve experienced life and don’t have
the bright-eyed innocence of youth.
There’s
a flashy red convertible named Elvis which is like my first I-bought-it-myself
candy apple red corvette. (I think I definitely just told my age, lol) And a
very angry ancient Volcano Goddess determined to punish the mortals for
destroying her ‘children’ (her islands).
There’s
a bit of me in each one. I’m happiest at home yet I get the urge and longing to
fly to Ireland or Paris or Australia. There’s so much out there to see! It’s
quite the problem at times. I’m more mature, around the age of my characters
(not as old as Pele!), so I tend to see their way of thinking and how they view
the world and ‘next generation’.
I
also identify with Pele, the Goddess, who hasn’t been very successful at
personal relationships (except with her beloved dog) and truly does consider
the islands her children.
Finish this sentence: I write
because ____...
I
can’t NOT write. It’s a calling. It’s in my blood. It screams from my head and
haunts my dreams. And I love it.
What is your favorite type of
character to write about?
Characters
who change and grow. It’s real life. No one should stay the same. Life’s too
short to be stuck in a runt and not grow beyond what’s comfortable. One can
always be ‘better’ or learn more, do something new. It’s all about more and
never giving up that desire. I believe when a person loses that need, that
desire, and that longing to grow is when ‘death’ occurs.
What is the sexiest scene you
ever wrote?
I
have to say the Elvis scene in this book. It’s fast, hard, frantic, hot and
damn! It’s everything two people who long denied an attraction finally admit
and give in to, and it’s a steamy whirlwind. More I think, because it IS so
fast and that makes it so hot.
What is next on your writerly
horizon?
A
change of scenery with Book 6 of the ‘Weddings’ series. ‘When You Believe’ is
set in Anna and Robin’s home, a small town in NC. It’s modeled directly on
people from my own small hometown growing up, and the place I live now. There’s
this cast of zany characters, all based on someone real life, and all with a
story to tell.
At
the heart of it, of course, a love story between a woman with roots so deep
they reach the core of the earth and a man without family, history, or past. Plus,
a stunning secret which will shake every character in the “Weddings’ universe,
from Anna and Robin, to Adam and Emily, to especially Christine and Charlie,
who have to fight ghosts of the past to help this couple find a future. There
are deaths, births, dangers, and certainly, a wedding!
Let Me Know
Weddings by C&C Series Book 5
Buy links:
Smashwords: https://www.
It
always starts with a woman, doesn't it? Except this time it starts with two
women. And Elvis.
I'm
Harry-the-Homebody, ultimate geek married to my job. Really, I love two
women: my gorgeous Hawaiian Island and my Lyssa. Or I wish she was mine. She travels
the world, can't wait to be off on the next adventure. I can't imagine ever
leaving. Sure, she loves me. Like she loves her brother, my best friend. Until
one hour in Elvis changes everything.
I'm
too damned old for this! Wtf? Seriously? I'm Alyssa the Wanderer. Flying is my
life! So why am I giving up everything to marry Harry Kanae, a guy I've known
forever? Does being pregnant make you lose your mind? Because I can't seem to
get enough of him. When did he get so damned sexy? And when can I leave this
Island? There's a whole world to see! And yet...how can I leave Harry?
I'm
through being patient. Or tolerant. Do they believe they control my creations?
My children? I am above them all! Mightier and ageless. How dare they consider
themselves above me. Let the foolish mortals burn!
Sparks
fly hotter than Mount Kilauea's lava when one long-awaited night of
passion becomes a full-time commitment. Will these polar opposite life-long
buddies discover something more than friendship love? An ancient (and totally
pissed) Volcano Goddess Pele and a red convertible called Elvis might just
have to assist.
A soft breeze ruffled the paper table
cloth. Harry leaned on the base of a palm tree, pretended to listen to Charlie
and Adam discuss native flowers. His attention focused on Lyssa.
Long,
tanned legs on full gorgeous display thanks to a short fire red dress. Deep
throaty laughter. Her only Lyssa scent.
She'd sat across me during dinner. More than once her bare foot brushed my
calf, rubbed, slid up, down, up. She swept her glowing black mane over her
shoulders, called attention to full, free-me-stroke-me breasts. The glint in
those depthless blue eyes dared.
Fuck
me, I want her.
This
woman ties me in knots. Men fall like proverbial dominoes around her. Even as a
small child Lyssa need only bat those long black lashes. As a woman, she’s
unforgettable.
I
fell for her at age twelve.
Harry sighed and twirled a blade of grass.
All my friends are married, engaged, in a
committed relationship. I want a wife, family. Expected to continue the Kanae
name, being the last. I failed my folks and Grandfather before they died.
He glanced over at his best friend, watched
him throw back his head and chuckle. Love
changes a man. He’s damned happy while I’m. . .
I’m
too damned old for this bullshit. He pushed up his glasses. I best stop mooning over the impossible and
find someone else.
Lyssa rose, strolled to the fire pit with
a swish of dress and hips. She leaned over to gather a few logs. Harry's mouth
went dry. Upper thigh and almost the
naked curve of her ass. She wears a thong? Gods, I hope so.
There’s
this tiny, red purple, heart shaped birthmark at the curve of her leg right
before her sweet ass. I’ve peered at it a hundred times when we all swam or
snorkeled. I want to lick it. I want to savor inch by inch.
She returned to her chair beside Christine
and crossed those endless legs. Tossed her hair, gazed full at him, and smiled.
While her tongue smoothed over full red lips.
She’s
fucking aware what her smile does. I’ve no clue whether to fuck the hell out of
her or—
"Care for a game?" Harry called
out, interrupted his own thoughts.
"Thought you'd never ask." Robin
jumped up to tap Adam's shoulder. “Let's play."
Adam snorted. "You want to
lose?"
"You’re the loser, rose boy."
Robin winked at Charlie. "I'll clear a spot."
"Prepare to be buried." Adam
cracked his knuckles. "Got any more beers?"
The wives arrived, gave kisses and
encouragement for luck. Jealousy clawed deep within Harry. What is it to possess love and security?
"Poor Harry. All left out."
Lyssa bent, kissed him.
She tasted of sweet tea, pineapple, and
pure sin. Fuck me blind. I want her.
When she lifted, navy eyes sparkled all
female smug into his. "For luck."
That
tears it. Harry grabbed her, spun. Ignored her gasp. Pulled her
into his lap. His hands drove under thin cotton to find silky skin. He devoured
with all the frustration of the last few hours. Years. Give me you. Now. This minute. Tonight. Give, damn it.
Lyssa's surprised squeak became a moan.
Her fisted hands clenched his shoulders. Her nails dug deep. He wedged her body
between the table and him. She melted, liquid heat. Her mouth opened, sweet
surrender.
Holy
fucking hell. Harry ripped his lips up, shoved her off.
What did I do?
When
can I do it again?
Her body swayed as if in typhoon winds.
Those twinkling eyes glazed. Her pretty breasts jerked as she panted.
"Thanks. I'm sure I'll win."
With inhuman effort Harry pushed his glasses straight, cleared his throat. Thank God for the picnic table. Otherwise I'd
never hide this raging hard on.
“No
women allowed while the card sharks swim.” Harry took the pile from the center
of the table, shuffled. "Gentlemen. Aces high and wild?"
“Yeah. Sure.” Robin whistled.
"Wow."
“You need something?” Harry gazed up at
Lyssa. Say you want me. Let me fucking hear
it from your sweet lips.
Her eyes cleared, narrowed. "You
aren't the one to give it to me." She flounced inside the house.
Harry grinned and dealt the cards.
"Anty up. Lady Luck is mine tonight."
About the Author and Where to Find them Online:
Writing is a passion.
Reading is a bigger one. When I’m MIA or can't be found, search a cozy nook, a
quiet green garden hideaway, or a closet lit by flashlight to find me. When the
Zombie Apocalypse rages, I’m holing up at Barnes and Noble. Everything I need
is there: coffee, scones, comfy chairs, and most of all, lots and lots of
books.
I’m hopeless, helplessly, addicted to coffee and chocolate. I haunt a local shop, The Chocolate Fetish. I’ve been known to share, grudgingly, with a new book boyfriend. If the Tardis ever appears, and I have great faith one day it will, I’ve plenty of jammy dodgers and tea.
"We're all stories so make yours a good one."
I’m hopeless, helplessly, addicted to coffee and chocolate. I haunt a local shop, The Chocolate Fetish. I’ve been known to share, grudgingly, with a new book boyfriend. If the Tardis ever appears, and I have great faith one day it will, I’ve plenty of jammy dodgers and tea.
"We're all stories so make yours a good one."
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