Tell us a
little about yourself.
I've been
writing for about eight years now under Rachel Leigh and a pseudonym, as well
as being wife to my wonderful husband and mum to our two daughters. I live in
England but write for the US market which is kind of strange seeing as I've
never even been to the US! I endeavored to get published here, but it seems
I'm more American than British, lol :D
What do
like the most and the least about writing?
Most: Each
time I write chapter 1 - I just love starting a new story! I plan a short
outline and character sketches and then dive in. I love letting my characters
take me where they want to go, with lots of surprises of who they are as individuals
as well as the naughtiness they get up to along the way…
Least: The
middle! I suffer from terrible 'sagging middle' syndrome and when I reach the
15,000 mark (my novellas range from 25,000 to 40,000 words), I hit a brick
wall. The only way to get through it is to keep writing. I write, and then
worry about cleaning it up in the following drafts.
Give us a peek into
your latest published work?
Caroline James wants to be the best investigative journalist
London has ever seen. But until she has the money to leave the small town of
Fayre Mead, she's stuck and her resentment is building. So when she’s assigned
to cover the Lakeland Horse Trials and meets sexy, dark-haired, and
astoundingly fit horse trainer, Michael Canton, she is happy to vent some
sexual and emotional frustration…and write the story of her career. But after
getting personal with Michael, can she remain impersonal with the article?
Michael Canton will do anything in his power to silence his
tyrannical father once and for all. Under extreme pressure to compete in the
countries show jumper trials and prove his worth, Michael’s fiery emotions are
running high. Caroline’s beauty and sexual confidence stokes an inner strength
and determination he never knew he had. But can he trust her to know the
difference between fact and fiction? Together, they are a formidable team…but
will their burning ambitions ultimately blow them apart?
What’s next
on the writing horizon for you?
I'm
extremely busy with other writing commitments right now, but as soon as I'm
done, I'm planning my first venture into erotic historical romance. I want to
write a trilogy based around three orphaned sisters running their own clothes
store in the early 1900s. I'm so excited to get started!
Is there
anything you want to tell readers?
Yes! Please
join me on my blog where I have regular guest authors who more often than not
offer so great giveaways.
Also, follow me on my FB page (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachel-Leigh/266044849655?fref=ts)
Here's an excerpt from Rachel's Current release:
Still
sitting in his lap, she reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress.
It fell down over her shoulders, revealing naked breasts. His erection ached at
the sight of her creamy white, perfect tits with nipples big and dark. He
licked his lips and moved forward to suck one hard tip into his mouth. Her gasp
sounded above him.
Her skin
smelled of something sweet and sexy, innocence mixed with danger. He inhaled
deeply as he grazed her pebbled nipple with his teeth before reclaiming her
mouth. Her tongue was rigid and demanding against his as they fought for
supremacy.
Rolling her
over, he shimmied the dress down her body and tossed it to the floor. Naked,
but for tiny satin panties, darkened by juices at her clit, Michael didn’t
think he had ever seen a woman look more beautiful. He drank in every inch of
her, knowing deep inside that this might be the only moment he’d ever see her
like this. The only chance to take her, to watch her enjoy unadulterated
pleasure. God, he wanted to give her pleasure.
“Michael…”
He snapped his
gaze to hers. She watched him. Her eyes were heavy lidded, screaming for him,
wanting him. Male pride surged like a fireball behind his ribcage. He crawled
up beside her and kissed her, his fingers trailing over her breasts, lower over
her torso before diving into her panties.
She was
wet. Soaking wet.
His hand
glided over her narrow strip of pubic hair to her rigid clit. He circled,
stretched, and teased, then moved lower until his fingers found her slit, his
blood roaring in his ears. He felt alive, masculine and powerful. Her legs
opened and he thrust two fingers deep inside.
Wow, hot excerpt.
You can view Teach To Ride on http://www.amazon.com/Teach-Me-To-Ride-ebook/dp/B00EPQPNMU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1377966674&sr=8-1&keywords=teach+me+to+ride
And for an extra, here's the cover of Rachel's previous release.
I think Rachel has heated up our Labor Day (here in the US) quite well.
Thanks for being here today Rachel.
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