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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Fiona Jayde: "Badass Guys for Kick-Ass Girls"


Today The Cozy Page is proud to welcome author of sci-fi erotic romance Cold Victory, Fiona Jayde:

Intergalactic warfare has not been kind to humans. Convicted pilot Zoya Scott has the chance to avenge her family, redeem an act of desperation with that of sacrifice. She’ll end this war if she betrays the man whose touch burns through her soul, the man whose ship and crew she must destroy. The man who is her bloodmate.

Commander Galen Stark never expected the convicted pilot on his ship to be anything more then a good looking inconvenience. A small brush of their hands grips him with vicious lust, a need he can’t control. She is his bloodmate – a biological reaction burning through his veins.Except she carries an explosive. And Stark may have to give the order to destroy them all.





I've always enjoyed strong female leads - in books and movies and TV. Be it a super smart woman, or super strong woman, or super sexy woman - I like strong confident female characters who know what they want and will go after it, right or wrong.

Especially in romance, I love a woman who can give a man a run for his money. I'm not talking about "spunky secretaries" - although they too can be fun- I'm talking about women who kick ass and take names. Women like Eve Dallas from the InDeath series who is both strong and vulnerable, and takes no shit from no one.

What has always been fascinating to me is finding the right matches for such heroines. A man for any kickass girl can't always give in, because he'll be a wimp. But any man who has to consistently prove himself stronger/better/more dominant may end up coming off as a bully, jerk or worse.

When writing (and reading) I'm always conscious of the line between wimp and bully. I've once read a book where the hero and heroine consistently butted heads, but the guy went so far over the top in his quest to keep the heroine safe that I put the book down, unable to read more. The story was great. The guy was a jerk. It was finito for me liking the book.

I suppose it is the constant tension, the yang to her yin that make the sparks smolder, especially when two strong characters butt heads. And what some readers may find sexy, other readers may find too pushy. I always enjoy playing with that tensions - and reading about it, where one side gives in now, but may be the one on top later.

Here is a snippet from Cold Victory where I hope to prove that my hero is badass without coming across as wimpy or jerky.

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“Officer Scott.” Another punch sent the bag swinging.

His gaze was like a physical caress. He'd upped the grav stabilizers. Zoya could feel the shift in weight sneaking up through the already-clenching muscles of her thighs.

“Commander.”

“I'll get out of your way.”

Desire, reckless and hot and unwanted, swam through her system, quickening her pulse, her blood, her breath. She had to pound on something. “You box, Commander?”

The sudden weariness in that hot gaze told her he was infused by the same heat that kept tormenting her. Involuntary biological reaction, she told herself again, and licked her lips.

He seemed to focus on her mouth. “I'm more of a kickboxer.” A heavy hook kick into the bag demonstrated his point.

“Impressive.” He raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word. Zoya had the distinct feeling that he was forcing himself to stay away from her.

She kept her voice cool as another spike of arousal stabbed through her. “I need to work off some aggression. I figure you can understand.”

He simply nodded.

“Care to point spar?”

The look from those wild eyes nearly sent her temperature to melting. “I don't think it would be a good idea.”

She lifted up her fists. Came closer. “No rank. No insignia. I need to kick somebody's ass, Commander. I'm sure you'd understand why I want it to be yours.”

She needed a good sweaty workout to wipe away the thoughts of death and ravenous lust.

“No contact.” Like an Earth predator, Zoya circled him, tucking her chin low.

“Hit anywhere you like.”

Cold Victory © Fiona Jayde

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To The Readers: Who are some of your favorite badass heros?

Thank you to Fiona for making Cozy a stop on her book tour. Readers, if you comment you will entered to win a $15 Amazon.com Gift Card. Learn more about Fiona's work at her website and don't forget to get your copy of her fantastic book, Cold Victory at Loose Id.

For more chances to win, comment on the last stop of Fiona's book tour tomorrow at Amber Scott Project's blog...

Fiona Jayde is a space pilot, a ninth degree black belt in three styles of martial arts, a computer hacker, a mountain climber, a jazz singer, a weight lifter, a superspy with a talent for languages, and an evil genius.All in her own head.

In life, she is an author of kickass, action packed, steamy romances, possesses a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do and blue belt in Aikido, a web developer, scared to death of heights, loves jazz piano, can bench-press about 20 pounds — with effort, speaks English and Russian fluently, and when not plotting murder and mayhem enjoys steamy romance novels, sexy spy thrillers, murky mysteries and movies where things frequently blow up.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Special Guest: Anida Adler


To kick off the month of October, today The Cozy Page is hosting a very special guest, erotic romance author Anida Adler! Her paranormal erotic romance debut The Ancient is available now from Loose Id:

What would you do if you fell in love with the goddess of death?

June 1945 - Tadhg Daniels sees a woman clad in strange clothes and a feathered cloak, but she’s invisible to everyone else. He’s convinced his mind has been unhinged by the horrors of the D-day landings four days before, but when she appears to him again, the woman proves she is real. She is Morrigan, goddess of death, come to warn him his life is about to end.

Morrigan is disturbed by the man she meets. He looks in her eyes unflinching, while all others avoid her gaze. She’s never found such a strong will to survive in any of her charges before. He refuses to accept he’s going to die. There is a way for Tadhg to cheat death, a secret Morrigan has guarded for millennia. Morrigan can save him if she takes him as her lover, but sex with the goddess of death will change him. He needs time to decide if he’s prepared to give up his humanity in order to be with her forever.But Tadhg is not the only one who knows Morrigan’s secret. Someone else wants to take by force the gift she can bestow. And he’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Many congrats on the debut, Anida, and welcome to The Cozy Page!

Thanks, it's lovely to be here. And I've been really enjoying all my hosts' virtual sweet white wine, it's delicious. In honour of my Ireland connection, though, we'll have to move on to beer in while.

A complimentary pint of Guinness for our guest! First of all, I’m so intrigued by what I’ve seen of The Ancient so far. It combines Celtic mythology, shape-shifting, and erotic romance! Where did you come up with this interesting brew and how did the story of The Ancient grow out of it?

When we moved to Ireland, I stared devouring all the books on mythology in the library. This country's heritage of tales and beliefs is incredibly rich, but it's a bit different from other countries' mythology. Here, the old druids believed there was some sort of magical power in writing that was not a good idea, and none of the traditional stories were written down until well into the first century. When it was at last committed to writing, this task was done by monks, who had their own agenda and who, I once read (don't ask me where), changed the stories to fit better with their religious views.

This gave me the idea that the real supernatural world in Ireland (and this is in my stories now, whether I might accidentally have hit upon reality we'll probably never know, hehehe) had been misrepresented and misunderstood over the years. I took elements from different tales, added some things (such as that Fey are immortal, though they can be killed - but then can likewise be resurrected), took a few others away. I also found that there is not always consistency in the versions of the old tales that are told in books today, so I felt it gave me freedom to legitimately create a race based on the Tuatha De Dannan from mythology, but uniquely my creation.

The Morrigan from folk tales is reputed to be able to shape-shift to a crow. It followed naturally for me that shape-shifting is part and parcel of her race, but I decided... learned... um... this is where the muse comes in. I can't really say I planned any of this, it was revealed in bits and pieces. The form Ancients take is influenced by what's in their hearts.

The story is an erotic romance because it fit Morrigan's personality and way of doing things. I didn't set out to write erotica. Really, I didn't. The story simply flowed from my first book, The Pebble.

Some of us have seen the goddess Morrigan in stories before, but not as an actual heroine. How much of her character did you take from mythology and how much did you add from own imagination?

Most of Morrigan's character comes from my imagination, but that imagination was always inspired by the hundreds of Irish folk tales and mythological stories I've read. I knew some stories list her as the goddess of war, desctruction and death, and wondered what effect it would have on a person if they had to deal with that every day of their endless lives. What kind of personality would you have to have to do the job of goddess of death adequately? How would you feel seeing people come to the end of their lives every single day? So the foundation was actual mythology, but a lot of it was conjecture from there.

Tadhg Daniels is as compelling a hero as Morrigan is a heroine, from the sounds of it. He is given a chance to cheat death, but though he does not want to die, he hesitates to take this chance. Can you tell us more about Tadhg and what makes him a good match for the goddess of death?

I believe in the adage that opposites attract, to a degree. Therefore, when in The Pebble I wanted to introduce Morrigan and her lover, and an outrageous impulse made me choose a mild-mannered, polite Englishman to be her other side. But then I became utterly fascinated by how it would have happened that these two remarkable people ended up together. I felt my impulse had been right: this cynical, sneering woman needed a gentle optimist with a core of steel to match her strength but offset her tendency to depression.

You don’t see too many romances and even fewer erotic romances that take place during World War II. What compelled you to place The Ancient in this period?

I wanted to choose a situation in which good men, and sensitive men, rose to the challenge of doing a dirty job because they knew it was the right thing to do. Also, I wanted a period when you still found old-fashioned gentlemen but when modernity would not be completely alien to the main character. Tadhg is even more old-fashioned than perhaps his contemporaries would have been, as he was raised by his grandparents. My husband is a little like this, though he wasn't raised by his grandparents, they had a huge influence on his childhood, and it shows.

The paranormal genre is larger than life. Authors and readers alike can’t seem to collectively decide why. What are your thoughts on the success of this genre? What makes yours stand out from all other paranormals?

Romance is escape reading. It's a relief from the reality around us, which can sometimes be harsh. Within that genre, paranormal is an even bigger escape, as it leaves the real world altogether, or makes it into something special. Furthermore, without implying any insult to readers of contemporaries (I'm a big fan of them myself), I think reading fantasy requires a bit more input from your brain. They can be hellishly complex, and you sometimes really need to keep an eye on small details to understand the bigger picture. So on one hand they're that extra step away from reality, on the other hand they're that bit more of a challenge to the intellect, and for the most part, romance readers are intelligent women who love reading something they can get their teeth into without sacrificing the escape factor.

Does that make any sense at all?

Of course, it does! Thank you for the eloquent opinion! You also write under the name Nadia Williams. What are the differences between The Ancient and your Nadia Williams titles and what drove you to make that change in your work?

The Ancient is much, much hotter than The Pebble. This was not intentional, I write stories without intentionally setting out for a certain heat level, or lack of it, for that matter. It just so happened that the central conflict driving The Ancient was the effect sex has on Tadhg when he and Morrigan indulge in each other. I initially wanted to publish it under the name Nadia Williams as well, but after taking advice from a few knowledgeable sources and also giving it some thought myself, I decided to choose a different name for works that can be classified as erotica.

Professionally, readers associate a certain type of work with a certain name. Someone reading The Pebble might be bemused by the level of sexual content in The Ancient, even thought there's a good dose of how's your father in the former. Someone reading The Ancient might be happy with the story in The Pebble, but a tad disappointed that there wasn't enough sex in it.

Personally, the decision was much more complicated. I am not ashamed of what I write, in fact, I'm happy and proud to have developed a liberated view of sex and I think fantasising about all kinds of kinky stuff can be very healthy. While I'm not close to my family (physically, I live on the other side of earth from them, in other ways we see life from completely different perspectives and have diametrically opposed opinions on many issues), I did consider how they would feel if I was open about being an erotica writer. In some ways, they live sheltered lives in a very conservative environment, and it is very doubtful they would feel as comfortable with my career as I do. While I don't make any effort at all to hide the fact that Anida is Nadia, I don't flaunt the fact that Nadia is Anida. Should one of our more conservative acquaintances, family or friends, make the connection, it really is their problem to get over it, as far as I'm concerned. Even so, consideration and respect for their sensibilities, however little I agree with them, did add weight to the scale of the pseudonym side when I made the decision.

According to your website, you have lived in a number of interesting places around the world: Johannesburg, Cape Town, Pretoria and Bloemfontein and the east coast of Ireland. Have any of these places inspired you?

Ireland has been a huge inspiration for me, in particular the north and east. Northern Ireland is one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I regularly go on long cycling trips through this area. There is such a rich heritage of history and myth in this land, and I believe that as an outsider I can perhaps see that more clearly than people who grew up with this and tend to take it for granted.

South Africa also inspired me, but to a lesser degree. I did not identify with Afrikaner culture (I didn't grow up speaking English, rather, I spoke Afrikaans, which is a dialect of Dutch) as a child and as teenager, and always felt like a square peg in a round hole. When we came to Ireland, we were only in the country for about two hours when an overwhelming sense of relief overcame me, and I thought: "Finally, I'm home." I admire and appreciate the qualities instilled in me by my upbringing and herigate, but I was simply not a child of Africa. My writing really took off when we moved here.

Since The Ancient is your debut, what did you do to celebrate? Any special events readers can find on the web?


Readers commenting or hosting on my virtual book tour are all in line to win a gorgeous little Shannon O'Shamrock bear. The tour ends on 5 October. I'll take a week and a bit's breather after that, then there'll be a Celtic Mythology blog series starting on 15 October, with an associated prize again. Readers can find out more on my website and blog from 10 October.

Okay – now for the fun part! What’s your zodiac and what is it telling you today?

I'm a Cancer, and today the stars create possibility for me, but I have to act on it.

If you could set a romance where you live, what would it be? An erotic fantasy romance like The Ancient? Or something more contemporary?

Ha ha ha, I'm working on an erotic fantasy right now which is set right here in the town where I live, Dundalk. It's about a man who is a split soul - one soul in three bodies - and the woman he tries to win, who has no idea she is a soul binder. And neither of them suspect her best friend is a witch, who has her own plans for the hero.

If you were a mixed drink, what would you be?

I would be Baileys Irish Cream, a sweet, smooth drink that is fun served on ice cream, romantic when sipped beside a crackling fire, sexy when poured over a naked body and has to be had in small doses, as it hides a bite beneath that smooth appearance.

Who is your favorite romance/erotic romance hero to date? Heroine?

I'm quite smitten with Hugh Jackman, so Leopold from Kate & Leopold makes my knees weak. I think the young hero in Stardust is delectable. I'm in love with every hero in every book I write. Heroines, I like Cat Crawfield from the Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost.

What recent read would you highly recommend?

I highly recommend the 'Guardians of Light' series from author Renee Wildes, published by Samhain. I devoured all three books in the series so far, and especially enjoyed Lycan Tides.

What’s your favorite smell and what makes it significant?

I love the smell of damp forest. Where I grew up, drought was a constant threat, and we lived with water restrictions a few times during my childhood. The Transvaal, as it was then called, turns brown and beige in winter: not a drop of rain falls for three or four months out of the year. So to me, the lush green of a forest is always special. I am in heaven when I cycle along a narrow road, trees surrounding me on both sides and forming a canopy over my head, that wonderful smell of rich soil dampened by soft rain in my nose.

And last but not least, if you found the Mirror of Erised from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, what would you see in it? (Note: For those you aren’t HP junkies like me, the Mirror of Erised is a magical object that is inscribed “I show not your face, but your heart’s desire.” Orphaned Harry sees his parents, his friend Ron sees himself distinguished as Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, and Albus Dumbledore supposedly sees himself with a pair of socks.)

Well, I knew what the Mirror of Erised was, so that tells you something about me. I would see myself a popular author, delighting scores of people with my tales.

Thanks again for kicking back with us here at The Cozy Page, Anida! I most definitely look forward to reading The Ancient and wish you many sales! To close, would you mind giving us a short taste of the story?

***Warning: The following excerpt is explicit. Read at your own discretion***

“So,” he said when he'd swallowed, casting about in his mind for some subject to break the uncomfortable silence. “What do I have to do to change into someone like you?” He sank his teeth into the sandwich again.

“Your essence has to be altered.” Morrigán smiled. “So we have to have sex three times.”

Tadhg drew in a sharp breath that stopped short in his throat. He tried to breathe in or breathe out, but he could do neither. The piece of bread had gotten stuck in his airway. He lifted pleading eyes to Morrigán, and she sighed, rolled her eyes. A moment later Tadhg felt the obstruction wiggle from his throat and plop into his mouth. He spat it out and coughed until tears streamed down his cheeks.

At last he managed to get the coughing down to just deep breaths. Sweet, wonderful midnight-rose air. God, not being able to breathe was an awful feeling.

“You see what I mean, Tadhg? Death will not leave you alone until you are no longer a living, breathing human being. We will have to fuck soon, or something might happen while I'm not around to save you.”

He stared at her, feeling as if he'd rubbed a lamp and had a genie pop up right in front of his face. Somehow he had to try and recover from his body's enthusiastic reaction to the suggestion, the casual statement that he would have to have sex with Morrigán if he were to survive. The harsh profanity she had so carelessly tossed into the arena also rang in his ears. On one hand, he was horrified. He'd never heard such language from a lady's lips. But again, his body didn't share his mind's gasp of shock. Instead it stood to attention and wished for more. His balls were starting to hurt from the constant tightness of his scrotum.

“We can't just—make love like that! Don't misunderstand me, it will—” Oh God, he was blushing. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Real men didn't blush. “It will be no hardship, but a gentleman should surely—Don't you want—We should…”

Morrigán sneered. “What? You want to bring me flowers?”

Tadhg had been about to splutter some other protest, take offence at her tone, but then he closed his mouth and thought about the sound he'd heard hidden in her voice. Something like…longing? He watched her lift her wine and down another gulp. For a moment, she wasn't the goddess of war from mythology, or the goddess of death who had come for him. She was Morrigán, the woman who had saved his life and brought him to her home. The woman he wanted more than anything else right now. “Yes,” he answered quietly.

She threw her head back and laughed. “Flowers?”

He nodded. “Going to bed with a woman you scarcely know is an act that seldom speaks of deep care for the lady involved. I should indeed bring you flowers. Take you out to dinner. We should have long conversations over bottles of wine. That is the right way.” No matter how badly he wanted to toss caution to the wind, get up then and there, and push her back onto the table. He'd yank her trousers down, tease her clit with his tongue until she raged with need for him. Then he'd slide the head of his cock over her slick flesh, up and down along the slit of her pussy until she begged him to fuck her. He'd enter her hard and deep, give her no time to think, teasing one moment and fully sheathed the next.

Morrigán snorted. “I hardly think this has anything to do with care. As you rightly said, we hardly know each other.”

Tadhg blinked at the sound of her voice, dragged from his vivid fantasy.

“That is easy to rectify. Flowers, dinner, wine, and conversation. Have you never been wooed?”

She shook her head, and Tadhg saw regret in the gesture. “You cannot go and pick me flowers. You're not likely to survive the experience.”

He lifted the bottle and refilled her glass. “That leaves dinner and conversation over a bottle of wine, then.” If he could restrain himself long enough to finish even a glass of wine before he caved in to his need.

Morrigán laughed again, and this time, she was truly amused. The thought brought Tadhg a deep-seated satisfaction mingled with excited joy. He was no fool; he knew what was happening to him. He was falling in love.

Readers, don’t forget to stop by Loose Id. to get your copy of The Ancient today! You can find out more about Anida at her website!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Special Guest: Jeanne St. James


Today we have a special guest, award-winning erotic romance author Jeanne St. James. Her book Banged Up launches today at Liquid Silver Books:

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home. Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!

Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again. Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison. Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

Happy release day, Jeanne, and welcome to The Cozy Page!

Thank you for having me! I’m very excited that you’ve invited me here today to celebrate my first release.

Banged Up sounds like an exciting story. I can't wait to read it! Tell us where this idea came from and why you were compelled to write it.

Oh, boy, it’s been so long since I originally started Banged Up. I sat on it for years (I hate to admit that!) afraid to submit it anywhere (even with its contest wins). But I love all aspects of law enforcement and have training in law enforcement myself (as well as two degrees in Criminal Justice) and know a little bit about guns (I own a Glock). One day a scene popped into my head and it ended up being the beginning scene which is an injured FBI agent coming come to heal and being confronted in his own house by a gun-wielding stranger. The irony of him coming home and being put in harms way in his own “safe haven” was what got the story started.

Banged Up has received several accolades! To name a few, it placed 1st in the 2006 Spring into Romance Contest, 2nd in the VRW’s Fool For Love Contest, and 3rd in the CNYRW’s Close Encounters of the First Kind Contest. Why do you think this story has been so well-received?

Good question. I think it was because of the opening scene. I’ll include an excerpt of Chapter One and maybe everyone can judge it for itself.

Your hero, Mace, is an undercover agent. What kind of research did you have to do for his job?

Actually, not much. I work in law enforcement and so does my fiancé. I have various law enforcement training, so that helped.

I can’t count how many romance readers love their law enforcement heroes. What is it about them that makes them so gripping?

They are true Alpha heroes. They are not afraid to put themselves in harms way to save or protect their loved one, friends or family.

Colby, Banged Up’s heroine, sounds like a character readers will easily be able to sympathize. Can you tell us what motivates her and what attracts her to Mace? What draws her back?

What motivates Colby is her desire to be independent (since she came out of an abusive relationship). Mace is a strong male presence but has a soft spot for Colby. He is non-threatening but still an Alpha through and through. His strength is what keeps drawing her back.

According to your website bio, you write erotic romance because it’s a blast and because you love tying it up with an HEA at the end. What’s your method for tying the romance into an erotic storyline?

Well, basically it’s just a romance at the core. I just push the envelope a bit (sometimes quite a bit like in Double Dare) when it comes to a sex scene. I make it hotter, steamier. Banged Up began as a non-erotic romance and I decided to expand the love scenes before submitting it. An erotic romance needs to be a romance first. The hero and heroine have to have an emotional tie and not just have sexual relations.

You fell in love with romance by reading historical and contemporary category romance. Was there a title that really stuck out to you? Why?

Not just one title but some authors. Katherine Sutcliffe and Laura Kinsale are some of my all-time favorites. It had to do with their characters. I fell in love with their broken heroes (especially Kinsale’s).

Banged Up isn’t the only release for you this fall. In fact, November’s a big month for you with two launches, an interracial ménage and m/m. What made you want to branch out to these sub-genres (and feel free to tell us more about them :)?

Well, I just found out I have a little schedule change (which occurs in the publishing business). Double Dare, which is my interracial ménage a trios, will not be out until January due to scheduling conflicts. It involves an established m/m relationship in which the couple brings in a third, who is a female. It was my first ménage and the fastest book I ever wrote. I enjoyed every minute of writing it. That will be released by Loose Id. Then November 30th, Rip Cord should be released. More firsts for me: a m/m romance and a novella. I decided to write m/m to try something different. I’m not sure I will stick with it. I enjoyed writing the m/m/f ménage story more. But I wrote Rip Cord for a special call for submissions Phaze was having. So Rip Cord will be part of their “Rebel” Heatsheets. You can find out more about both of those stories and read the blurbs and excerpts on my website at http://www.jeannestjames.com/.

Okay, now for the fun part! What’s your zodiac and what does it say for today?

I am a Leo. Today it says (which is funny because I am working on edits so it’s really fitting):
The process of your work or a work project will have quick completion today . . . perhaps coming to an end a little faster than you thought possible. The ending of some projects leave you plenty of time for a long lunch; careful with those second helpings. Your thinking, talking and communication with co-workers flow smoothly. You may later receive news that excites you into action for the next project. Your attitude is usually to hop onto something as soon as it comes to your attention, which is why you are appreciated. This afternoon is favorable for planning, short trips and letter writing. Others acknowledge your intelligence and informed ideas. This evening there are community obligations but there is always time for family affairs.

If you could set a romance where you live, what genre would it be? Historical? Romantic suspense? Paranormal or urban fantasy?

Well, I’d have to say a paranormal because I live in the woods up on the side of a mountain. I could see werewolves and vampires running around.

If you were a mixed drink, what would you be and why?

Probably a whiskey sour. I’m strong and sometimes can be sour (LOL!) but I have a sweet side too.

Who is your favorite erotic/romance hero of all time? Heroine?

I can’t pinpoint any in particular. I really like damaged heroes and heroines who have to overcome a lot internally and externally to find their true love.

What recent read would you recommend?

I recently read Sea Lord by Virginia Kantra. I enjoy her Children of the Sea series. I recently met her at the Romance Writers of America National Conference down in Washington, D.C. She’s a very nice person and a great storyteller.

What’s your favorite smell and is there anything that makes it significant?

Vanilla. It just soothes me.

And last but not least, if you found your heart’s desire at the end of the rainbow, what would it be?

To stay home and write full-time. Maybe soon.

Thanks again for lounging with us here at The Cozy Page, Jeanne! I look forward to reading Banged Up and will definitely be looking for Rip Cord in November and Double Dare in January! To close, would you mind giving us a nibble of Banged Up?

From Chapter 1:

Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time.

Time to heal.

The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothes.

As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked as a young voice rang out from the top of the steps.

“Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”

What the fuck?

Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually more like one year, eleven months, and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact, but still a decent sized, gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

Damn. He'd dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies -- from drug to porno rings -- and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh.

Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.

If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe that he was the one in command. From experience Mace knew the Glock didn't have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid's fingers were twitching from nervousness.

Not a good sign.

Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been it would have been locked up in the gun safe.

If only he could see the boy's face. He needed to see the eyes. Mace couldn't even begin to predict what the kid would do without seeing his eyes.

“Don't you dare move or I'll blow your face off!” The kids’ voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like… a girl.

Tension ran through Mace’s body as the boy started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, then one slim calf, then another. His eyes flicked to the gun, then returned to the shapely naked thighs that couldn't belong to a kid – no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman. And he couldn't wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint.

Almost.

He was disappointed when an oversized t-shirt – shit, was that Marmaduke on it? -- blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn't going to move, since he had no idea who this woman was descending the stairs. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green – glaring -- eyes sparkle and snap.

A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”

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