So tell us about your latest or upcoming release. What is this gem
about?
The Ice King is a short office romance about two
men who are attracted to one another. It's a boss/secretary story.
How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?
Not as often as I'd like. Maybe the minutiae are
louder than they should be sometimes.
If you could be any paranormal creature what would you be?
Um… gosh. I don't really know. Maybe I'd like to be
a were of some sort. Perhaps I'd be a were-cat. I could curl up in sunlight and
sleep on windowsills.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
Writing is my full time job, so if I'm not actually
putting words on the page, I feel like I'm slacking. I work out of my own home,
so I cook, clean, do laundry, garden and play with my pets. I'm a big music
buff, and a book slut as well, so I do a lot of reading and listening to music.
I also am totally addicted to Top Chef, so I watch that frequently.
Are any of your characters like you?
I think all of them are a bit like me. We can't
help putting what we know into our stories, you know?
Do you have a favorite quote from any of your book(s)?
Um… I can't think of anything right now! How about
this one? I stole it from this really famous guy…
All that is gold
does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
Not all those who wander are lost;
If a movie or TV production company chose to produce your books into a
series of shows or movies, who would your ideal cast be?
Oh.. another tough one! I'm not very good with the
new actors names, but if The Ice King were to be made into a show, I think I'd
like Brett Dalton from Marvel Agents of Shield to be Raphael Montaigne, and Elian…
I don't know, how about Matthew Atkinson form The Blind Side?
The Ice King
Breathless Press
Contemporary MM
Available at Publisher
CPA Rafe Montaigne's day is heading
downhill fast and he hasn't even had a decent cup of coffee yet. What could
make it worse? A secretary in a snit.
CPA Rafe Montaigne's day is heading
downhill fast and he hasn't even had a decent cup of coffee yet. What could
make it worse? A secretary in a snit.
Elian is efficient, attractive and cold as ice toward his
boss, and he has been since Rafe's ex stopped by the office.
Rafe is a sophisticated player, a businessman who knows
how to have fun and he's not particular about whether his playmates are male or
female.
It seems Elian isn't quite so indiscriminate… What's a
boss to do when his secretary won't play nice?
Teaser:
The clack of
computer keys signaled Elian's return to his desk, and Raphael grimaced as he
realized he'd have to pass by that judgmental stare, those assessing eyes, to
get to his own desk and the coffee. Should have taken the opportunity while the
man talked to his plants to dash to his inner sanctum. He'd planned to be
early, but one fiasco followed another, and of course, super secretary beat his
ass to the office again. He ran a hand through his curly black hair, trying to
make sure it was semi neat. Glanced down to check his clothes before he caught
himself. Fuck. He was drenched to the skin. There was no way he looked like
anything but a drowned rat. Who was the boss anyway?
He pushed open the
heavy wood door that boasted Montaigne and Associates - though really, it was
just him and Elian - and breezed through to the inner sanctum. The room was
blessedly cool after the humid heat of the outdoors, and Elian had turned on
the peaceful music he favored. Rafe made to step past Elian, whose gaze was
focused on his computer screen.
Immediately the
typing stopped, and the long elegant fingers fell into his lap. Rafe found his
gaze locked on those hands, such soft, strong hands. Every nail was buffed to
the perfect shine, trimmed to the perfect length, shaped by God into a perfect
oval of healthy pink. He swallowed. He could nearly feel those nails digging
into his muscles, scraping down his back, leaving fiery trails of sensation to
burn their way to his groin.
"Your
messages." Elian's icy voice jolted him from his fantasy not a moment too
soon. Much longer and he would have been embarrassingly aroused, despite the
fiasco of his morning.
More bad luck? In
the beginning, Elian had addressed him in a much warmer tone. Once, he'd even
had a good morning and a how was your evening for his boss. Since that day, though, it had been nothing
but the cold shoulder.
Somewhere in a
small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to
whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one
hundred percent true.
Because they
taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been
nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at
the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?
Someone hands you
a book, and then you turn the page and see... There you are, running from Injun
Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you
are...beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain
Nemo.
I found myself
between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught
English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more
pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way,
I'd have been a fencer...or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective
solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the
best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things
and more.
If I hadn't
learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have
happened? Certainly not college...teaching...or writing.
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