Tell us a little about yourself:
I’m a wife, mother and really young grandmother. Together with
my high school sweet heart husband, a neurotic Pomeranian and a blind cat, I
call Arizona home because the southwest feeds my soul. My love of books,
specifically the romance genre, has been a lifelong affair, both as a reader and
a writer. A bout with breast cancer sharpened my resolve to see my stories
shared with others. Today, I’m a five-year survivor, living the dream. Raised
on the concept that a stranger is just one conversation away from being a
friend, I love meeting new people.
My friends call me Mac. I hope you
will too.
Okay, Mac. What do like the most and the least about
writing?
As a pantser, when I sit down to write a
story, I have a general concept in mind, beginning – middle – end. The details,
however, are a little murky. I love how both major elements and minor details unfold
before my eyes. Like some kind of romance stenographer, I’m thrilled and
excited when my characters slip me new insights into their psyches or deliver a
bombshell I wasn’t expecting. On the flip side of being a pantser, however, is
the danger of writer’s block. Since I’m not the one driving the story, I’m
occasionally left sitting at my computer with nothing but crickets to keep me
company. Hate that!
Oh how I understand the character silence. Give us a peek into your latest published work?
A SONG FOR SOPHIE is a lighthearted contemporary romance and part
of The Honky Tonk Hearts series from The Wild Rose Press. It’s currently
available exclusively at Amazon and
will be FREE to download 10/15 through 10/19.
Blurb: Jobless, practically homeless,
and tired of being manless, Sophie Taylor jumps at the chance to be Beaumont
Walker's personal assistant. Six weeks on the road with country music's bad
boy--and, more importantly, his all-male crew--is the perfect opportunity to
change her life.
Beau Walker doesn't need any more distractions. Sophie, with her butt-ugly suits and balls-to-the-wall attitude, shouldn't be one, but she proves to be distracting and more--even, surprisingly, a friend. So when he discovers her plan to snag a man from his worldly wise crew, he's determined to protect her from herself.
When Sophie realizes Beau is behind her failure to attract even one member of his crew, the last place she expects to find herself is in his bed. But will one night of passion convince her she's woman enough for him? Or will it destroy their friendship and his budding belief in true love?
Beau Walker doesn't need any more distractions. Sophie, with her butt-ugly suits and balls-to-the-wall attitude, shouldn't be one, but she proves to be distracting and more--even, surprisingly, a friend. So when he discovers her plan to snag a man from his worldly wise crew, he's determined to protect her from herself.
When Sophie realizes Beau is behind her failure to attract even one member of his crew, the last place she expects to find herself is in his bed. But will one night of passion convince her she's woman enough for him? Or will it destroy their friendship and his budding belief in true love?
That sounds like a good, fun book. What's next on the writing horizon for you?
Though it’s not my usual genre, I’m hoping to
announce some very exciting news about my new romantic suspense, IRRESISTIBLE
DECEPTIONS, sometime later this week. Details to come… In the meantime, several
of my lighthearted contemporaries are hitting the digital shelves. THAT DATING THING is available now and CARA O’SHEA’S RETURN, a
prequel to THE BILLIONAIRE’S CON will be released
on 10/28.
Here's an excerpt of A Song for Sophie:
“Don’t you have
something you’re supposed to be doing? I assume we’re paying you. Go earn your
paycheck.”
“Oh, you’re
paying me.” She allowed the secret smile to curl her lips in an actual one.
“And I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“What’s that?
Boring me to death?”
She dropped her
oversized purse to the floor and took the chair next to him. It was a very
comfortable recliner, and large enough that her arm didn’t reach the handle to
lift the footrest. Feeling around blindly, she sat forward, and hanging half
way over the arm, grasped the control. A quick tug and the footrest snapped up,
and the back of the chair fell into the recline position, making her squeak.
Beau shook his
head.
She tugged at
the hem of her skirt to make sure it didn’t ride up, squirming until she’d
settled herself. With her ankles crossed, she plopped her hands and forearms on
the cushioned arms of the chair and looked at him.
“I’m keeping you
busy.”
“Huh?”
“I’m keeping you
busy. You asked what I was supposed to be doing. That’s what I’m supposed to be
doing.”
“Well, quit it.
You’re pissing me off.”
“Oh, yeah,” she
drawled, “like that’s hard to do.”
“Have I fired
you yet today?”
“No.”
“You’re fired.”
He really was funny
when he was trying to look menacing. She laughed and held his glare. “Geez,
you’re cranky.”
Thanks for being here today, Mac
