Why do you write in the genre/sub-genre that you do? Any plans in the future to write in a
different one?
I’m a huge fan of action movies, books. Add romance into the mix all the
better. One day, I’d like to write a thriller.
How
do you stay motivated when writer’s block hits or your muse won’t cooperate?
If
writer’s block hits, I’ll flag it in Microsoft Word to come back to later. I’ve
found when I have one issue to solve compared to several it’s a lot easier.
What’s
the best writing advice you were ever given?
You’ll
have to write a million words before you find your voice, so keep writing. I
did that before my first novel was released. Still, I had and have so much to
learn, yet I have a better grasp on the areas I need to improve. Writing is
like stepping stones. You have to develop a certain area before you can move to
the next.
What
do you like to do in your leisure time?
I
love hanging out with friends and family near the water, at a winery, or someone’s
home.
Tell us about your current
release in a couple of sentences.
Entangled Love developed from a
family trip to California
and the desire to write about a sport that hasn’t been written about much.
Can you tell us a little about
your next project?
Mystic Hearts (Book 2 of Band of Friends) is the sequel to
Kidnapped Hearts. Divorced,
Charlene Smith arrives at Greenwood Manor in Virginia determined to stay the night in
hopes to banish the ghosts that plague her since she was kidnapped.
Special Agent Larry Newman becomes a loner after the abuse he
experienced during his childhood. In response to his friend’s request, he visits
the manor to investigate the source of odd lights.
The night brings mysterious sightings and puts Larry and Charlene in a
situation where they can no longer deny their attraction to one another.
Emma James is on a mission to rebuild her life
after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an innocent
getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a great
way to start fresh.
Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan Cross is
a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat bank
account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier?
Chaos and life-threatening obstacles have Ryan
investigating Emma’s husband's death. When he discovers handwritten notes made
by her late husband, he learns some friends can't be trusted. They will stop at
nothing to get what they want, including putting Emma’s life in danger.
Excerpt:
"Okay, Mr. Cross. I’m sorry I’m pissing
in your cereal.”
He stretched his arm over the back of the
couch and drank more bourbon. “You’re pissing
where?”
“In your cereal. Is that the American
expression? It means being drunk in my country.” Niles
waved,
dismissing his comment. “Never mind. I’ve
grown fond of you over the years. I’d like to say, I
feel like I’m a big brother catering to my little
brother’s whims.”
Niles did take decent care of him.
“It’s difficult for me to watch you make
the biggest mistake of your life.”
“Dramatic much?”
“Only when necessary, Mr. Cross.” He
tugged on his jacket. “I do it for effect. Did it
work?”
He gave him the empty glass. Niles left
and returned a minute later with a refill. “I
imagine it’s a
decision you’ll regret,” he said, passing
over a new drink.
The alcohol burned his throat. He hoped
it would numb the pain of losing his best friend
and the woman
he wanted as his lover. “Me, too.”
Niles sat on the coffee table in front of
him. “Why are you letting her go?”
Millions of thoughts flew through his
mind, the main one, him being an ass and not
handling the
situation right. He shouldn’t have
stormed out of the house, but her believing a fucking
picture over what he said sent a rage through him like no
other. Of all people not to trust what he said. “Cause, Niles,
I’m not the relationship type.”
“Time to turn over a new leaf?” he
offered.
That and to find the damn pictures. “Time
for you to mind your own business,” Ryan fumed.
“Please, get my luggage. I’m heading to my room.” He
stood and marched toward the stairs, hoping to
escape before hearing what Niles might say next.
“You finally did it, Mr. Cross.”
Two steps up and he went rigid.
“You crossed over and fell in love.”
Ryan twisted and eyed his butler who now
stood at the bottom. The sting in his eyes told
him they were
bloodshot, an occurrence he didn’t like
anyone to see.
“She dumped me.”
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Email: cait.jarrod@aol.com
Thank you for having me, Katherine! :)
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