Please welcome Mia to the Clog Blog! Mia, Can you tell us a little about yourself and your background?
I’m an Israeli who writes in English, and I wrote a romance novel set in Tel Aviv. The book is based on actual events that occurred in the Israeli financial market, and it draws from my experience as an investment manager.
How do you make time to write?
I am now writing almost full-time.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
It happened to me – so yes. But I found a way to get out of it (I’m willing to expound).
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
Steamy romance. I love it because there is always a HEA – BUT! since it’s established that all will end well I can raise social issues that are important to me and discuss them.
How are you publishing your recent book and why?
Indie. I wanted full control over the content.
Are you an Introvert or an Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
I’m more an introvert than anything else, but not really.
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
Even five written words a day – are words.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?
“I want to kiss you before I go.” Her eyes finally smiled at him, and he didn’t wait for a more literal consent. He caught her lovely mouth, the mouth that he’d been fantasizing about for months on end. She tasted like honey, sweet and rich. He made a small, needy noise, and maybe she made one too.
Her hands held his face in place, bossy, so Kelly-like, and she angled her head just a bit and demanded his surrender, which he gave so willingly.
Then he asked her for a little bit more, diving in a little bit deeper, darting his tongue, asking for her capitulation. Which, incredibly, she gave.
Slava moaned pitifully.
He wished so badly, for so long, for her lips, and now he had it and he wished he hadn’t. They were like a black hole, these lips, swallowing light and reason. He stopped thinking, he couldn’t tell how it had happened, but he was hoisting her with his arms, laying her on the sofa, and kissing her some more—on her neck, her shoulders, then coming back again and again to her addictive lips. His leg gathered her to him, his hand cradled her head, drawing her closer, nestling her in his arms, the long, dangling earrings tangling in her hair. He pulled up for air.