Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
I’m an Irish romance writer who writes historical and will be releasing my first contemporaries this year. I write mostly clean with a little heat 🙂 I have a law degree but gave up working in law to write romance! I live in a rural area of Ireland with my husband and three children.
How do you make time to write?
I usually write when the children are in school or when I’m sitting in the car at one is their extracurriculars (of which there are a lot!)
Do you believe in writer’s block?
I do! And unfortunately, I’ve experienced it. For me, the more I worry about it the worse it gets. So when it happens I need to just take some time away and read, or binge watch Netflix, or bake! Sooner or later, the words come back!
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
I used to sneakily read my mum’s historical romances and I’ve been a bona fide Janeite for as long as I can remember. There’s something about the regency era, the clothes, the balls, the manners – if you ignore things like lack of plumbing (very easy to do in historical romance) you can just lose yourself in the glamour and romance of the time! And that just makes my heart happy.
How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)
I’ve published The Royals Of Aldonia as an indie! It’s been exciting. Protecting The Princess is book two although they can be read as standalones.
Are you an Introvert or Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
I like to think of myself as a hybrid! I enjoy my own company just as much as I enjoy being out and about socialising. I think every writer needs to be a bit of an introvert because you really have to be happy with just your fictional characters for company!
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
It might not always be perfect, but it’s always worth doing.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Write! Just write. Everything else can be dealt with later – covers, marketing reviews. But just keep writing!
Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?
“So even though it means you hate me, your safety means more to me than your love. I can live with your hatred as long as it means you’re safe. I’d rather have you out there despising me but alive than live in this world knowing you’re not in it.”
Sometimes life has a way of picking you up and putting you exactly where you need to be at the right time. Is it destiny? I don’t think so. Is it life giving you a fork in the road and giving you the choice of which road to take? That would be my guess. I had a choice to either walk away from this broken woman that has found her way into my heart or fight for her. I knew the baggage that she was carrying was weighing her down and it might just take us both under. I decided to do both, anything worth having is worth a good fight.
All my life I have always done the things that I was taught were right. I love my family. I served my country. I live for the Rebellions 4 Blood MC and I would give my life for them. I know that if I claim this woman that my life will change. There has never been a woman that I can’t walk away from, but my need for this woman is beyond anything I have ever experienced before. Her life is complicated, and she is falling apart fast. I just hope I can show her the Beauty From The Ashes Of Destruction.
I have always been an avid reader that loves just about any kind of book. Love my family, my state, and my country.
Welcome to the future! The year is 3025, and humans are fast becoming extinct. Nizhoni of Mojave Earth Clan knows her spirit guide will protect by giving her the power of the wolf. When she unwittingly bites another human, she flees.
Michael of the Air Clan has searched for the woman he calls Beauty; the one who turned him into a creature of the moon. When he finds her living among the Mojave, he believes he can finally claim her. There’s only one problem. She’s already married.
Together Nizhoni and Michael must battle her former lover, the Yee Naaldlooshi, or feared skin-walker. The fate of their love and humankind hang in the balance. If Beauty can’t have her mate and save the world, she’s going to be a real Beast.
Excerpt:
“Who are you, and what do you want with me?”
“My name is Michael. I want to help you. Are you wondering how you got here?”
“Yes.”
“Flesh eaters surrounded you. I fear you were in no shape to fend them off. You had a terrible fever. Your temperature remained high for two full days and only just broke last night.”
“So it’s over.” Nizhoni wondered how suddenly the changes in her body would appear. Days? Weeks? Hours? She wasn’t sure.
“Yes.”
“Were any animals nearby?” Perhaps if she knew what kind of animal had chosen her would give a clue as to how much time she had left.
“Other than the zombies? No.”
Nizhoni wondered what creature guided this man to her. Had he followed her spirit guide? What would she become now that her change was over? Nizhoni held so many questions and had no one to answer them. She leaned back against the down pillows and released a sigh.
“May I ask your name?”
Nizhoni paused a moment.
“Do you remember it?” He leaned forward.
Nizhoni did not care to share too much information with Michael—the stranger. “What have you called me?”
He looked down, but not before the blood crept up his neck.
“What?” She was unable to keep the curious tone out of her voice.
I’m happy to offer you all the next book in the Starving Artist Series – Last Virgin in Vegas. Enjoy this blurb, excerpt and Lovely new Cover by Valerie Tibbs.
Blurb:
Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right?
So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?
Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician.
What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?
Excerpt:
Good for nothing bastard! How could he treat Sydney this way?
Gwen fumed, pacing the floor of the spacious hotel suite. She was wearing a pattern in the carpet with her back and forth between the phone and the door. Lance-a-not had decided to be a big no-show. Luckily, Syd was out with some fellow writers at a local jazz club. Hopefully her friend could forget the insensitive jackass masquerading as a man.
Gwen tried to remember what she had seen in him. Oh yeah…his marine-blue eyes, the ebony hair falling over his brow, his sculpted arms and a chest that made her hands itch to feather across it. In her memory, his arms were powerful, his entire frame screaming linebacker.
Gwen felt herself grow damp with anticipation and admitted her own disappointment over his last-minute cancellation. She should be relieved. She didn’t want to watch Lance and Sydney moon over each other, not when she lusted after what she couldn’t have.
She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, staring out the French doors into the night sky. Lance hadn’t come, and it was for the best. He was a difficult man to ignore. It was a crime to fall for a man who belonged to your best friend, but if he’d been single, she would have pursued him…maybe even ruthlessly.
She’d been unable to stop herself when Sydney propositioned her a year ago with the temptation of joining the two in the bedroom. Lance and Sydney had dated for years, but something about him made Gwen want him for herself. She knew her passion was teetering on the edge of something more, and it wasn’t something she could explain easily. She also knew it wasn’t worth her friendship with Syd. After the ménage a trios, she had left without delay, flying back to Minneapolis, hiding from the lust and guilt, which surfaced far too easily. The memories of their love play were embedded in her mind.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Sydney must have forgotten her key—it was too late to be anyone else. But when Gwen opened the door, it was to find her unwanted obsession in the hall.
*
Lance stared, the champagne bottle he’d brought as a peace offering dangling from one hand. He hadn’t expected to find Gwen in Sydney’s room. His eyes raked over her, almost of their own volition.
She wore a long emerald nightgown with skinny straps cut in a deep V with lace barely covering her voluptuous curves. Her beauty was irresistible. The negligee complimented her eyes and cut clear to her hip on one side. Lance ached, wondering if she wore anything underneath.
He found his voice. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You called and canceled.”
“I had a change of heart.”
“After you broke Syd’s? Isn’t that convenient.”
God, she was sexy when she was angry. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in her room.”
“Doesn’t it? I moved into her room this morning.”
“Hoping to get lucky?” he goaded, wanting to see fire flash through her eyes. It was masochistic, but he needed it on a level he didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t be crude. Our relationship isn’t like that.”
“What about last year?” Lance was getting hard just thinking about Gwen’s lips around his cock.
“That was different, and you know it.”
“How?”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“So sad.” Lance lowered his head. Gwen didn’t need to see the relief in his eyes. He suspected he wasn’t everything Sydney wanted, but the idea she and Gwen might share the same sexual tastes wasn’t appealing. More than once he’d thought that if the two friends decided to bed down, he would end up alone.
“Arrogant ass,” Gwen said clearly as she walked away. She leaned back on the arm of a nearby brown sofa; unaware that the action lifted the slit of her nightgown higher, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.
“Where is Sydney?”
“Out.”
“For how long?”
“Not sure. She could return at any moment.”
Lance needed to get the man downstairs under control. His attraction to Gwen was intimidating. The reason he felt such overwhelming lust towards a woman he’d not seen in a year unnerved him. “Well, I’m waiting for Syd, so what do you propose we do?” Lance asked.
“How ‘bout a movie?”
“Perfect.” Maybe she’d change to go out; maybe she’d change in front of him. Yeah, it was a pure dude response, but one he couldn’t really squelch. He’d seen her naked, and wanted to see her again.
“I paid for Casablanca.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t help but sound disappointed.
“I think there’s some popcorn in the cupboard next to the fridge.” Gwen pushed away from the chair and walked to the mini-bar. As she walked by him, Lance craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything beyond her luscious thigh.
“Okay.” He sighed heavily. He took off his jacket, resigning himself to an evening of a movie and popcorn. It was probably just as well; he wouldn’t want to explain things to Sydney when she arrived. Gwen stood waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, drumming her fingers against the counter. Lance’s cock ached to feel those digits wrapped around his cock. He settled on the sofa, ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled the breath he held.
Gwen strolled leisurely towards him, her hips swaying, before sliding next to him on the couch. She handed him the bowl, and he used it to cover his erection. The television lit up with a movie title: Cock in Bianca. Lance couldn’t help it; he laughed uproariously.
Gwen’s cheeks matched her hair, “Oh, my God.” She stared.
“So this is what you do in your spare time,” he teased.
“No!” Gwen faced him. “I don’t know how this happened.”
“I think you’re trying to provoke me.” He shifted to get more comfortable.
“To do what?” Gwen challenged him and with it he found himself reacting on his most base needs. It was something he’d sworn he would never do, after that night a year ago. Lance accepted that his mind was no longer in control and he gave into his red-haired siren.
“This.” He lifted her stubborn chin upwards, and bent low to kiss her.
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