Today my guest is Nancy Fraser talking about her new book D*mn Near Perfect
Tell us a little about yourself.
Hmm ... how long have we got?
I’ve been writing for over 30 years. My first book was published in 1996.
My next, not until 10 years later. Perseverance pays off, I guess. Since then I’ve
published over 30 romance novels, novellas, and short stories.
I’m fortunate to have worked with a number of great editors and count
many, many authors among by best friends. Being an author is a great life. I
look forward to at least another decade of creating.
What do like the most and the least
about writing?
If I had to pick a “most”, I’d definitely say the satisfaction of
finishing a book and being able to share it out in the world. Also, the
kindness of readers who appreciate the hard work that goes into creating a
compelling book.
Least? Falling in love with my character and then having to day “goodbye”.
Blurb:
Beth
Andrews has given up on ever finding a happily-ever-after. Still smarting from a
bitter divorce, she’s decided the only thing she truly needs is sex.
Unfortunately, wanting sex and actually finding it are two very
different things.
Jonathan Tucker is perfectly satisfied with his bachelor lifestyle. He
has a wonderful career, a kick-ass new condo, and any woman he wants. As often
as he wants. At twenty-seven, he’s convinced he’s living life exactly as it
should be.
Will the older, albeit sexy, ad executive and the handsome, talented
artist both find there’s more to life than what they have now? Or, will they be
satisfied with what the both claim to want—d*mn near perfect sex!
What’s next on the writing horizon
for you?
D*mn Near
Perfect is my first self-published project. I have another book, Return of the
Wolfe, coming out in September. I’m truly enjoying the freedom of
self-publishing and plan to keep it up for quite some time.
I'll be teaming with 9 other wonderful authors in a box-set of contemporary holiday romances, Christmas Comes to Dickens, which will be up for pre-order on all platforms as of October 1st.
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Of course, I’d
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authors truly appreciate it.
Excerpt:
Beth lit the tapered candles and opened a bottle of expensive red wine
so it could breathe. Harry would be there at any minute. Always prompt, the
investment banker was finally going to get what he’d been hinting at on their
last two dates.
Everything set, they’d have a quick dinner, a bit of serious foreplay,
some hot sex and maybe—just maybe—she’d be asleep before her upstairs neighbor
came home.
The security buzzer chimed Harry Patterson’s arrival. The hand-carved
clock in the foyer cuckooed seven times. Checking her appearance in the hallway
mirror, Beth pressed the release switch on the outside entrance and opened her
apartment door in anticipation.
Moments later, the elevator door slid open and Harry, decked out as
always in a two-thousand-dollar Armani suit, stepped into the hall. Beth
could see another man standing just inside the elevator. The stranger raised
his head and their gazes met. He smiled, a teasingly devilish grin, and then he
winked at her. His gaze swept over her, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Harry, damn him, came forward, his approach blocking her line of vision,
stealing from her a last glimpse of one of the most handsome men she’d ever
seen, interrupting the wave of warmth flooding her body.
“Beth, darling. How have you been?” Harry asked, his voice filled with
arrogant indifference.
Okay,
enough small talk. Let’s eat and then hit the sack.
Rather than voice her conscience’s desire for immediate action, she
said instead, “I’m fine, Harry. How about you?”
“As good as can be expected, given the state of the market lately. Are
those investments I recommended holding up for you?”
“They’re fine, I guess. I really don’t keep track.”
She could see shock and disappointment in the darkening of his gaze.
“Really, Beth, you’ve got to pay more attention. You’re not getting
any younger you know. And, given what you lost in the divorce settlement, it’s
imperative you start rebuilding your portfolio.”
“It’s only been a year or two. And, I’m not that old.”
He took a step closer and laid his palm against her cheek. His hands
were soft, she noticed, probably softer than her own. She tried to imagine how
they’d feel caressing her body, yet the image wouldn’t come. She closed her
eyes and waited. Instead of conjuring up a picture of the two of them engaged
in a steamy clinch, she saw the man in the elevator, his grin taunting her, his
gaze assessing her.
Most men, she realized, would take the demure closing of her eyes, the
subtle show of submission, as encouragement. Not Harry.
Rather than suggest skipping their meal altogether, he asked, “What’s
for dinner?”
Buy Links: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08D7T5MG2/
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