Welcome, Kaye Spencer

1: Thank you so much for being here. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?

I wrote my first full-length story when I was in junior high, and I haven’t stopped writing since.

2: What inspired you to write?

While the writing bug caught me at a young age, the inspiration to write didn’t come to me until I was raising three young children on a ranch out in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors in sight. It was lonely and to keep myself from losing my mind, I began writing my first novel, Lonely Places, and published it 25 years later.

3: What do you like the most and least about writing?

There is a saying that a person’s greatest strength is right next to their greatest weakness. Writing is like that for me. What I like the most about writing is that it occupies my mind, my time, and my life with creative expression. And that’s what drives me crazy…it occupies my mind, my time, and my life to the point of obsession. I have to make myself step away from the computer.

4: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?

What? There’s life outside of writing?!?!? Someone should have told me. Just kidding, but it feels like that sometimes. I travel two or three times a year to research locations for my stories. I watch a lot of movies (my dvd collection). I spend time with my family, especially my two granddaughters. My husband and I walk our dog every evening (rain, hail, sleet, or snow). I’m also a wine enthusiast, and every Sunday morning, my husband and I spend several hours watching our latest Teaching Company educational lectures.

5: Which authors do you like to read?

I read a great deal of nonfiction as research for my stories, but I’ve recently discovered Byran Burrough (Public Enemies), Carl Hiaason’s YA books (Hoot, Flush, Scat), and Rick Riordan’s YA series (Percy Jackson). I also like Steven Pressfield and David McCullough. I read and re-read Agatha Christie, Louis L’Amour, Don Coldsmith, Clive Cussler, Tony Hillerman, Michael Crichton, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas, Shakespeare…the list goes on and on.

As far as romance authors: Sable Grey, Deanna Lee, Holly Jacobs, Anna Leigh Keaton, and Bertrice Small to name a few. And I have to confess that I’ve read (and own) every single William Shatner Tek War book. LOLOL

6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

I am a lover of words, a crafter of stories, and a hopelessly hopeful romantic.

7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

My current novel is called, “The Dance”. It’s an erotic contemporary cowboy romance.

Here’s a blurb:

Janae Palmer, a reclusive city girl facing a book review deadline, is at her wit's end with her upstairs neighbor, rodeo bullfighter Owen Quinlan. He's cranked-up his music, and she's on a mission to give him a lesson in manners. Having fantasized about getting him in bed, she gets more than she'd planned after a knock-out introduction. Owen is more than willing to share in her fantasies, but when his rodeo life comes between them, the words of a song will either give them the courage to go on together or leave them with only bittersweet memories of The Dance.

This is the YouTube link to watch the book video of “The Dance”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMaSt4OJFek
My website is: http://www.kayespencer.com/


8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Yes. I keep this Richard North Patterson quote on my computer as a constant reminder to myself that I can always improve my writing.

“Writing is rewriting. A writer must learn to deepen characters, trim writing, intensify scenes. To fall in love with a first draft to the point where one cannot change it is to greatly enhance the prospects of never publishing.”

I also have a basic writing series going on at my website specifically geared toward the aspiring writer. This series of “lessons” will continue for the next few months. The first lesson posted yesterday, in fact. It’s entitled: Story Crafting, So You Want to be a Writer

9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?

Yes, sometimes. In one of my books, the villain and his sidekick were based on three men with whom I used to work. I blended their personalities, shuffled their names around, and created two characters that I completely ruined by the end of the book. LOLOL

In my recent release, The Dance, the hero is patterned after a friend.

10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?

My ideas usually come from pictures or images and songs. The inspiration for “The Dance” wasn’t actually an inspiration. I wrote it as a 1000-word beginning-of-story contest entry.

11: What are you currently working on?

I am working on two stories simultaneously. One is a western for Breathless Press. This story will kick-off the western line BP is opening in November of this year. The story involves a lady gambler and the two U.S. Marshals who have to arrest her for suspicion of murder.

The other story is a 1929 Prohibition Era erotic romance for Cobblestone Press. The story begins with the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre in Chicago and ends three days later. The heroine is trying to get away from her abusive mob boss husband with the help of an FBI agent.

12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?

I am published under another pseudonym, A.L.Debran. A few months ago, I decided that I needed a more “girlie, romance-y” name, so Kaye Spencer appeared. Kaye will eventually absorb A.L.’s identity.



Excerpt from The Dance by Kaye Spencer
Janae the indicated the photo. “This is you, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “That’s when I broke my back.”
“It’s a terrifying sight.” Taken aback at the gleam in his eyes, she realized that where she’d expected fear, there was awed, energized, and excited remembrance glowing in its place.
“It was a wreck and a half. Jason was hung up on that bull, but I got him loose just when the bull hooked me. He named his son after me.”
“You’re quite artistic. The painting is unmistakably the same scene as the photograph, but you’ve added something the photograph lacks.” She shook her head, trying to voice her thoughts. “Something raw and elemental. Primeval. Man against nature or even himself.”
Shrugging, he nodded thoughtfully. “It’s man against beast, that’s for sure, but I paint because it’s therapeutic, not really from an artistic need. Recovery is one-tenth physical and nine-tenths mental. When my head and hands aren’t busy, I drive myself nuts with wanting to get back to bullfighting.”
“But what if you’re injured again?”
“In this job, it’s not a whether I’ll get hurt, it’s a matter of when and how bad.”
“And you don’t worry about that?”
“No. I never have. It’s brutal at times, but it goes with the territory. I broke my back and had to have steel rods put in. I don’t have all the feeling back in my left leg yet, but I’m not crippled. More importantly, the bull didn’t kill me. I got off easy. I’ve known some guys who weren’t so lucky.”
““I don’t understand how you face this—” She indicated the photo. “Knowing the possible outcome.”
He looked at her as if she’d grown another head. “What do you mean?”
“Aren’t you afraid to go back and do the same thing again and maybe get hurt again, maybe even killed?”
“No. The only thing that scares me is not being able to go back.” He pondered the photo for several long seconds. “There are lots of reasons why I do what I do. There’s nothing like the adrenaline rush when the bucking chute opens and a bull charges out, whether you’re on its back or on the ground looking at it from a few feet away. And the cheers and applause that comes after I’ve gotten between a bull and a cowboy and the cowboy makes it safely to the fence…it’s…well, there’s nothing like it.
“I don’t mind getting knocked around.” He looked at her. “But the real reason is when the cowboys tell me how much they appreciate me being there for them every time they sit down on that bull’s back. I had a little girl call me her daddy’s bodyguard one time.” He chuckled. “There’s an inside joke that we’ve saved more lives than the Secret Service.”
“So in essence, you’re a human shield.” She touched the bull in the photograph. “Against a thousand pounds of—”“Two thousand, sometimes more.”
“Against two thousand pounds of bucking bovine.”
He nodded. “Yeah, that’s about it.”
“I think bull riders have a death wish, and this picture suggests rodeo clowns share the same, if not worse, affliction.”
He didn’t quite grin. “That’s a common misconception among non-rodeo people.”
“If not a death wish, then what?”

Welcome, Rosina Scott

1: Thank you so much for being here, Rosina. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?


I first began writing when I was very young, I’d say I must have been about 6 or 7. So I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember.

2: What inspired you to write?

I think it was all the fantastical movies and TV shows I used to watch as a child. I always knew I wanted to write horror stories and things like that, however that has changed genre now as I’ve grown up but I still like a good horror story.

3: What do you like the most and least about writing?

The thing I like most about writing is being able to create new characters and worlds that allow me to take my readers on a journey.

The thing I like least about writing is the editing stage and the deadlines. The added pressure these stages put you under as a write can make or break you as you work towards your final draft and the point where you send it off to the publishers.

4: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?

When I’m not writing I enjoy listening to music from some of my favorite artists, currently that includes the as yet unsigned but brilliant Blue Gillespie from Newport in Wales. John Barrowman, Snow Patrol & Daughtry.

I actively watch a lot of science fiction and American TV shows. Including but not limited to Dr Who, Torchwood, Supernatural, Criminal Minds and Syfy’s Ghost Hunters.

I also enjoy live theatre and attend it as often as I am able not living locally to the West End its not as often as I would like.

5: Which authors do you like to read?

I enjoy reading Ally Blue, James Herbert, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Josh Lanyon amongst other.

6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

I’m generally a very quite and shy person until you get to know me.

I’ve met my acting idol John Barrowman, who I’ve been a fan of since I was about 12 or 13 and at secondary school.

7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

The Razor’s Kiss is a short story about Adam and Elliot who are lovers. They have been separated for a while and when they’re reunited they make the fantasy they have shared during a phone call a reality. The fantasies of having Adam sensually shave Elliot.The story can be found at http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com

8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Always follow your dreams and write what it is that you want to write, not what you think the in thing is, because what’s in right now may not be by the time you’ve finished your manuscript.

Stories tend to flow better when you’re writing what you’re passionate about and not what you’re being pigeon-holed into writing because someone has said it’s cool or in.

Make sure you have someone check over your work and give honest feedback. If you can have more than one person check your work and incorporate what is said where you think it’s necessary without loosing what is the essence of your story. Don’t be afraid to take advice and if more than one person points out the same thing aren’t working then it’s probably true.

If at first you don’t succeed, keep trying because if I had stopped writing when I was first rejected by a publisher when I was in my teens I certainly wouldn’t be here now.

9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?

In appearances I do, I see people in the street, on TV and magazines that I find attractive or interesting and come up with different lives and tales, slotting them into that person’s physical bodies and ultimately making them my own characters.

10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?

My ideas can come from absolutely anywhere; it could be a throwaway line in a conversation. Something I’ve seen in a magazine or just a general idea that pops up during a dream at night.

The idea for The Razor’s Kiss came about when a friend recommended I take part in an open call for a submission to Dreamspinner Press for a kinky anthology.

I assumed all the submissions would be about bondage and various BDSM practices and thought I would enter something a little different.

So the idea then sparked from there when I saw a photograph of an attractive shirtless guy, with a hairy chest combined with the constant advertisements for razors and an ad for Sweeney Todd.

It went to I wonder what he’d look like with a shaved chest and would he get off on having another guy shave him.

11: What are you currently working on?

I’m working on a couple of things actually. I’m working on a Cinderella style story and a ghost story.

12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?

It’s not uncommon for me to be seen around Cardiff or other places in the UK dressed as characters from Dr Who and Torchwood with friends.

Welcome William Cooper

1: Thank you so much for being here, William. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?

Thank you for having me! I started writing in the seventh grade. My Language Arts teacher gave us an assignment – take your favorite book at the time and rewrite the ending. I chose the book The Outsiders for my assignment and fell in love with writing. Ever since then, I haven’t been able to stop.

2: What inspired you to write?

My friends have always been my main inspiration. They’re also my main source of encouragement. Without them, I probably wouldn’t have finished the story and thought it was good enough to submit to Dreamspinner.

Hannah Rose was the main person responsible for getting me to finish Broken Bones, Mended Hearts. She was always there with whatever I needed - whether it was a few words of encouragement or a couple pokes with a cattle prod.

My beta reader, Kamerra, was amazing as well. Not only did she give me ideas and tips and find my mistakes, but she gave me just enough compliments to keep me from hitting my head against the keyboard. No matter how many times she yelled at me for formatting errors, there were always comments about parts that made her laugh or cry.

Without both of them, I probably would have buried the story on my hard drive under password protection and never let it see the light of day. But because they never let me quit, now it’s my first published piece.

3: What do you like the most and least about writing?

I love being able to create a character and live their lives with them. It’s relaxing and it’s entertaining. I’ve often read a book or seen a movie where I wish the characters had done something different or it had gone into detail on another aspect – with writing, I control the story and I can explore any aspects that I want.

I hate the submission process. It takes me longer to write my summary and query than it does to write the first draft of my stories. But the worst part is the waiting. Some publishers take up to four months to respond. That’s four months of agonizing over whether or not I’ll be accepted.

4: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?

I like going to the beach with my friends. One of my close friends has Shiba Inu dogs, and I have a blast playing with them all the time. I’m also always reading something. I got a Kindle 2 last year, and I’ve always got it packed with books for me to read.

5: Which authors do you like to read?

There are so many authors I like to read! I’m absolutely in love with Tamora Pierce’s books – I’ve read all of her books multiple times. Her worlds and characters are amazing and I’m always impressed.

I also enjoy reading Carol Lynne and J.M. Snyder’s books. They’ve both heavily influenced my own work. (And if you read through some of my works-in-progress and abandoned stories, you can pretty much tell which one of their books I had just gotten done reading.)

6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

I am one of the few writers in the M/M romance genre that is actually male! The majority of M/M authors are female (even the ones with male names) so it’s nice being a little bit different from everyone else.

7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

My current, and first, story is called Broken Bones, Mended Hearts. It’s a short story about two friends who explore their relationship beyond friendship.

You can read more about the story on my site: http://williamacooper.com/?page_id=22

8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Get off your butt and write. You wouldn’t believe the amount of time I spent reading writing tips and asking for advice from authors that I love. But the best piece of advice I ever got, was to sit down and write. You can improve your writing and edit the book later, but if you never write it, all that studying won’t do squat.

9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?

In a way, yes. I don’t have any characters where I can flat out say “Yeah, that’s so and so” but a lot of the aspects of my characters come from people I know. Sometimes I’ll borrow their physical traits, other times I’ll borrow a personality trait or a quirk. Sometimes it’s something as simple as a name or a nickname.

10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?

My ideas come from everywhere. Sometimes they’ll come from a dream, something I saw that day or even a brief scene in a TV show. Ideas are everywhere, and that’s one of the problems of being a writer – too many ideas and not enough time!

Broken Bones, Mended Hearts was partly inspired by my own best friend. We’ve been friends for years now, like my main characters, and I know no matter what, he’s always there for me. Just like Mark helps Noah through tough times, my own best friend has helped me get through plenty of my own tough times.

11: What are you currently working on?

I’m actually working on two projects right now. The first is a twincest story that’s been bouncing around in my head. I noticed that there was a lack of twincest stories and a fairly decent readership, so I decided to try and change that.

I’m also working on a western piece that I’m hoping to submit for one of Total-e-Bound’s anthologies. It’s about a young man who goes home to his childhood home in Texas to help his brother. While there, he falls for one of the ranch hands that his brother had hired.

12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?

If you keep an eye on my website, you might see some free short pieces posted on there. I write a lot of flash fiction to relax and I might post a couple of them.



Excerpt:

I slowly started to open my eyes. I couldn’t move my body, and all my senses felt dulled. I shook my head to try to lose some of the grogginess. I tried to stretch, but my body wouldn’t cooperate—my legs in particular felt like they were encased in cement.

“’Bout time you woke up,” I heard a familiar voice say.

“Mark?” I asked as I opened my eyes and blinked away the blurriness. I turned my head slightly and saw him sitting in a chair across the room. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” my best friend told me. He stood up and stretched before walking to stand over me.

I blinked again. Why am I in the hospital? I looked up at Mark, his blond hair was a mess—like usual—and his dark blue eyes were full of concern.

I tried to speak again, but my mouth was too dry. “Water?” I croaked out.

Mark grabbed a cup of water from the tray next to my bed and carefully put it to my lips. I swallowed a mouthful. “Thanks.”

Mark nodded and set the cup back down. “Anything else?”

I hadn’t seen Mark this concerned about me since I fell off the trampoline and broke my arm when I was nine. “Why am I in the hospital?” I asked him. I immediately felt bad when I saw the concern on his face get worse. I hated making Mark worry.

“You don’t remember?” Mark shook his head. “A bunch of guys cornered you and whopped your ass the other day when you left the library. Someone saw and called campus security. You took quite a beating, you know; you scared the crap out of Hannah and me.”

I clenched my fists under the blanket. Oh yeah. Now I remember. “How long have I been out?” I asked.

He glared at me. “About three days. They brought you in Thursday night, and it’s Monday morning now.”

“Oh.” I managed to get my head up and look down at my body, taking inventory of my injuries. Both of my legs were in casts and so was my left arm, which explained why they felt so heavy. My right arm was covered in cuts, and it felt like my ribs were bandaged as well.

“Oh? Is that all you have to say?” Mark rolled his eyes. “Come on, Noah, you gotta give me more than that. Why did those guys come after you?” He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know,” I lied. I knew perfectly well why those guys had ambushed me outside the library. That didn’t mean I wanted to talk about it.

Mark crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at me some more. “Dude, don’t give me that shit. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten; I thought we could tell each other everything.” When I didn’t say anything, Mark sighed. “Whatever. Oh, before I forget, I called your dad and sister to let them know what happened. They’re all worried as shit about you. Hannah’s gonna come out here to see you, so you better have some kind of answers for her when she gets here tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Did you really have to call Hannah? She’s going to hound me for weeks about this and insist on mothering me until I heal.” Hannah was my older sister. When our mother died giving birth to me, Hannah took over the role as the mother in the family. Hannah was six years old when I was born, and she hasn’t stopped mothering me since.

I could see the smirk appearing on Mark’s face. “See what happens when you won’t tell me things? Now, if you tell me what happened, I may be able to get her to back off a little. If not….” Mark shrugged. “I may just decide to take a trip back home and see my own family for a couple days.”

“Dude, you’re freaking evil,” I said, closing my eyes. “Why are we friends again?”

Mark started laughing. “Because you’d do the same damn thing to me if you were in my shoes right now.” I could hear him pulling up a chair. “Now, are you going to tell me what the hell you’re keeping from me?”

“You won’t like it,” I warned him. Ever since we’d met, Mark was always standing up for me. I thought back to when we were eight. A sixth-grader had tried to bully me and steal my lunch money at recess. When Mark saw, he came over, hit the kid in the nuts, and then beat the crap out of him. I tried to fight back a grin as I recalled the incident.

Mark crossed his arms in front of himself again. “I’ll deal with it, now spill,” he said, jaw clenching.

Welcome Giselle Renarde

1: Thank you so much for being here, Giselle. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?


Giselle Renarde: I have to be predictable here and admit I’ve been writing since I was a child. I used to make picture book after picture book, and I was fortunate enough to have a mother who worked in an office with a bookbinder and lamination machine. She’d take my storybooks into work, laminate the covers, and bind them for me. I’m sure they’re still in her basement somewhere. She never throws anything away.



2: What inspired you to write?

Giselle Renarde: My writing took a long pause between childhood and adulthood. As an adult, I began writing simply because I had stories to tell. There were narratives inside me and voices in my head begging to sizzle on paper. I know that sounds a little crazy. Oh well. 



3: What do you like the most and least about writing?

Giselle Renarde: The least? Writing doesn’t pay the bills. Even with 15 e-books on the market and works in something like 25 or 30 anthologies, it doesn’t come close. Much of the year, I write full-time, but it’s when I take on contract work to pay the rent that I realize writing is a need. I can’t even say precisely what I love about writing. I think it has to do with letting characters take on a life of their own, and relinquishing control of the narrative to them.



4: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?

Giselle Renarde: Well, I write erotica, so…let’s say, “related activities.”  I also do a lot of volunteer work and cater to the everyday demands of my feline friends.

5: Which authors do you like to read?

Giselle Renarde: I’m big on the classics as well as Canadian authors. “The Well of Loneliness” by Radclyffe Hall is one of my favourites—commonly called the first lesbian novel. As for my fellow Canadian authors, I enjoy the work of Ann-Marie MacDonald and Robertson Davies. Their portrayals of Canadian culture are at times dizzyingly sophisticated.

6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

Giselle Renarde: Often when I read gay and lesbian fiction, I wonder if the author is gay or lesbian. As a writer of primarily queer, bisexual, transgender, and lesbian fiction, I celebrate the fact that I am queer and I’m in a relationship with a wonderful transsexual woman. I like for readers to know that about me, particularly in relation to my transgender stories. It’s important to me because I want readers to be assured I’m not making leaping assumptions about trans men and women, or fetishizing the community. My work often deals with “issues” that come up in queer relationships, and I invite people who have never experienced that life to peek inside the world my girlfriend and I share.



7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

Giselle Renarde: Because I’ve latched so uncompromisingly to short story writing, my latest release is a collection thereof. “Audrey & Lawrence” is a sensual anthology containing every one of my “Audrey & Lawrence” stories.
These tales follow the relationship between a married librarian and the younger woman who is his mistress. Some stories are harrowing, some vastly amusing, and some just make you say, “What is wrong with you people? Stop tormenting each other!”
Anyone who has ever been involved in an extramarital relationship will find familiar emotions throughout the stories of Audrey and Lawrence’s long-term love affair.
I have new releases all the time, so keep an eye on my website, http://www.gisellerenarde.webs.com/ and my Donuts & Desires blog, http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com/




8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Giselle Renarde: T.S. Eliot said, “Humankind cannot bear very much reality.” The hardest part of giving realistic advice is getting people to listen.
Anyone who can read can write, but even with innate talent there is so much to learn. I think very few writers can start out producing wonderful work right away. I realize this sounds like a bit of a downer, but that's not how I intend it. For new writers, my advice is simple: keep at it! Revise, revise, revise. Have other people read what you write.

If you get a rejection letter from an editor and it includes advice, take it! Writing is damn hard work, but you’ll make it harder on yourself if you opt not to take advice.

And just because you get a rejection letters, that doesn't mean you’re awful. That's a very common misconception. At the moment, I have an audiobook on iTunes, two books in print, over a dozen e-books on the market, and stories in more than twenty-five anthologies, but I still get rejections all the time. It comes with the territory. Don’t take it to heart—I know, easier said than done.

9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?

Giselle Renarde: My girlfriend would tell you all my characters are either she or me.  I’m not sure that’s entirely true, but I think my strongest and most realistic characters are those ones based on people. Often, a story gets built on a snippet of a conversation I hear on the subway. It comes from real people, but I’m extrapolating a great deal about them and mainly using their words as a jumping-off point.



10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?

Giselle Renarde: My longer works get revised and changed so much that the initial idea might be totally invisible in the end product. My novella “Ondine” started out as two pages of dialogue I wrote after talking to a man whose wife had stopped having sex with him a few years prior. I re-imagined this woman, this wife. I imagined she’d realized later in life that her primary romantic attraction was to women. I imagined she was a patron of the arts who was having an affair with a young ballerina.

“Ondine” was built around this snippet of a conversation between characters who grew into the arts patron Imelda and the ballerina Ondine. From there, this story grew into a bisexual novella about an open marriage between free-loving hippies, forbidden love between ballerinas, a wedding to dispel desires, and a klutzy Chinese-Canadian painter who just wants a boy to love her.
By the way, “Ondine” is my one work that is available as an e-book, in print, and as an audiobook—read by the author, no less!


11: What are you currently working on?

Giselle Renarde: Today, I’m editing “Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice,” coming soon to lyd Alterotica, aka loveyoudivine. It’s a fantasy about a fairy born the wrong gender. She’s afraid to tell her beloved the full story of her troubles, but he accompanies her nonetheless to visit a surly fae magician who should be able to help her. Even I didn’t anticipate that my trans fairy would fall for the brusque Welsh magical—or that he would become entranced by her, much to his dismay.


12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?

Giselle Renarde: I was a social networking resistor until I discovered Twitter…now I am a full-blown addict! I would like to extend an invitation to all Twitter lovers to follow me at http://twitter.com/gisellerenarde


“Ondine” Blurb
Novice painter, Evelyn Fon gets more than she bargained for after receiving her first big commission for the brand new Drinkwater Hotel. Who would have guessed Gavin Drinkwater, heir to the family fortune, would take such a keen personal interest in her? But when Evelyn arrives at the hotel's elegant Gala Celebration, she soon discovers she's there as a date for Gavin Drinkwater Senior, her crush's elitist--albeit incredibly handsome--father!
In attempting to escape the party--not to mention her embarrassment--Evelyn stumbles upon Gavin's mother Imelda, who reveals the 20-year-old tale of her torrid affair with a young ballerina named Ondine. But, as Evelyn soon finds out from the Drinkwater patriarch, there's more deception to her love story than even Imelda is aware. Can Evelyn uncover the truths buried in the past and reunites Gavin's estranged free-loving parents? Perhaps her role in the family drama will even earn her a place in the bashful heir's heart...
An erotic journey through the worlds of ballet, art, and passionate liaisons, Ondine is a sensual exploration of pansexual free love wrapped in a boy-meets-girl tale of mix-ups and misunderstandings.



Excerpt from “Ondine” by Giselle Renarde

I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until a knock at the door woke me up. For a split-
second, I felt a panicked sense of having no idea where I was, but with the lights still on
and the porter’s cart near the door, the night before came flooding back. Or was it still night time? Judging by the blackness dotted with city lights outside my window, it was
very early morning at the latest.
When I managed to pry myself out of sleep and then out of my chair, I opened the door to find myself face to face with the very man who’d made such an impression on me earlier. Even in the wee hours of the morning, his
skin looked taut and youthful and his eyes shone with affection. When he reached his hand up to my cheek, I leaned in, dazzled by his shining smile. Drinkwater was going to kiss me!
The scent of oranges and bergamot overtook my senses, and I felt like I was
spinning in circles on the Rideau Canal. My heart pounded in my chest and my breath
drew from deep within as the steamy anticipation excited my senses.
Unfortunately, a kiss was not what Drinkwater had in mind. Scraping a clump of
mousse from my cheek, he held the chocolate glob in front of my face before licking it
from his finger. I’d fallen asleep on my slice of cake. He wasn’t trying to kiss me, only
remove my dessert from my face. What was wrong with me? The clumsiness had to be
self-sabotage.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” Drinkwater called to me as I ran to the luxury bathroom
to dig chocolate shavings out of my ear. “I could come back in the morning if that suits
you better.”
“No, no, no! Please stay,” I encouraged after spitting complimentary mouthwash
into the sink. I put on my sexy face—that’s the one where I pucker my lips and waggle
my eyebrows—to join him in the living area of the suite. “This room is gorgeous.”
“My clients insist on superior aesthetics,” he replied, settling into the chair I’d just
woken out of. “As do yours, I’m sure.”
“Actually, before this project, my only clients were the tourists who bought paintings from my booth on Sparks Street,” I admitted.
“Well, I think you can do better than that and I think I can help,” he said with a
broad smile. “That’s why I wanted to talk with you this evening.”
As Drinkwater shuffled through the papers set neatly in a binder he’d brought
along, I sauntered over to him with drowsy boldness. Gazing intently at his white hair
and flawless skin, I sat on the chair’s arm, hoping to God it wouldn’t break. My ample
skirts cascaded over his legs like a silk waterfall. I ran my hands through his soft hair,
drinking in the aroma I already considered characteristic of him. He looked up at me
with sharp questions in his eyes, but his scent had me so wonderfully light-headed,
nothing could do me harm.
“So you think we would make a good team, do you?” I asked as I slid from the
chair’s arm into Drinkwater’s lap. I couldn’t stop thinking about our close proximity
during that whispered dinner conversation. Though he leaned away from me, setting his
binder on the side table, I watched his eyes settle on my impressive cleavage. He was
quiet, so I ran an admiring hand across his noble jaw. “I would have to agree,” I said in
answer to my own question.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I leaned in to kiss the magnificent man.
His lips were the softest knolls of flesh I’d ever had the pleasure to caress. As I
savored their satin smoothness, Drinkwater’s beautiful head in my hands, my heart
seemed to expand until it was too big to beat in my chest. I couldn’t hold back any
longer. I sunk my worshipping tongue into his warm mouth, grasping his hair in my
hands as I drank in the essence of him.
But I guess Drinkwater and I weren’t riding the same wavelength because,
breaking away from our embrace, he rose from the chair and let me spill out onto the floor. I tumbled down in a heap. When my face landed flat against the carpet, he helped
me to my knees, saying, “I’m terribly sorry. I shouldn’t have tossed you like that. I’m
really very sorry.”
Too stunned to feel anything more than carpet burn, I looked up at him in a daze.
What was happening, here? Did he want me or not?

Welcome Laura Tomolei

1: Thank you so much for being here, First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?


It’s a pleasure being here with your readers. And regarding my writing, I started early, back in high school, my junior year, for fun at first. But when the Crestwood Journal published my short story “Nostalgia”, I thought…gee, there just may be a future to this.



2: What inspired you to write?

Something from inside I had to say and didn’t know how else to do it. I’ve never been very talkative, always more of a listener, also because I’m very choosy about people. I’m not an outgoing type who likes to be in a crowd or be with people simply because it beats being lonely. I always chose my friends very carefully, getting to know only the ones who spoke to my soul. As a result, I don’t have many friends, but the few I have, are very special people and the relationships have been so close and lasting I couldn’t imagine my life without them. But I guess some things I just can’t keep to myself, so that’s why I started writing. Take the short story I told you about, “Nostalgia”. It was a cry of homesickness for my native land, Italy, while living in the US, in a foreign place that didn’t belong to me, and whose people I didn’t understand. And just as nothing silenced that early cry, nothing later—not even later life’s many ups and downs—could either.



3: What do you like the most and least about writing?

I love how words flow easily when I’m seated at my computer, the story developing under my fingers, so to speak. Then the editing is great, too, for that’s when the story really takes shape, all the pieces coming together to define my characters and their paths. But I’m not too hot about deadlines and schedules, which seem unavoidable when dealing with publishers and the promo world.



4: What do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?

I go to the beach to lie under the sun, listening to my mind running through a dialogue, the beginning of a new story, a new character, music or simply sleeping it off when I’m really tired LOL



5: Which authors do you like to read?

The list is infinite, but here are some of my favorites: Philip K. Dick, JRR Tolkien, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Joyce Carol Oates, Margaret Mitchell, Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Jane Austin, Robert J. Sawyer, John Grisham, Michael Crichton, Lindsey Davis, Ellis Peters, Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Rex Stout, Evelyn Waugh, Somerset Maugham, Ellery Queen, Katherine Kerr, Emilio Salgari, Umberto Eco, Elsa Morante, Alexandre Dumas, Fiedor Dostoievski, Lev Tolstoy, Bulgakov, Oblomov, Victor Hugo, Charles Dickens, Thomas Mann, Eric Maria Remarque, PD James, Marguerite Yourcenair, Simone De Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre, Miguel De Unamuno, Albert Camus, VC Andrews, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Albert Camus, Luther Blisset, and many, many more.



6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

That in spite of some of the grueling things I write, I abhor violence. To make it clearer, horror—whether movies or books—terrorize me. And while I write about some pretty violent scenes between humans, I’d never, ever, write about hurting an animal, not even if it were healed the second after.



7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

It’s a new fantasy series, Virtus Saga, which is really hitting off. With already two books released, The Sex and The Game, it takes the readers into an imaginary world, Sendar, an apparently peaceful planet without the usual pestilences connected to human beings, wars, hunger, violence. But is it really so? Unknown to most, powerful forces dominate their feudal-like society, the ability to wield destructive energy so strong in some people, it’s threatening to devastate their world if a hero did not come forth to control it. Or maybe more than one as the leader of the High Council summons the prince, his lover and his woman, three like the sides of the mysterious pyramid they vow to retrieve if sex, power, passion and jealousy won’t get in their way.



Virtus Book 1

GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, m/m/f, m/f

HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

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If Sendar stood a chance perhaps it would be thanks to the arbitrary twists and turns of a blind destiny. Or maybe someone would discover the truth about the ancient ways and compromise our peaceful existence forever. Either way, people needed a hero to shed new light on the age-old mysteries. And he was just about to answer their prayers.



The Game

Virtus Book 2

GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, m/f, m/m/m, m/f/f

HEAT LEVEL: 5 flames

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
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For more info, you can check out my:

Website www.lallagatta.com



8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

To be patient, very patient. It takes time to get publisher to notice your work out of the hundreds they receive every day and once they do, it’s only the beginning because it’ll take even longer for readers to get to know you.



9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?

Not entirely. Let’s say I take bits and pieces, then blend them into a creation all my own. This is what happened for Leon Sterling, for instance, the main character of Tasting Leon’s Mark—available at Whiskey Creek Torrid—and Re-Scue—available second half 2010 from Romance Divine. I honestly can’t remember if I had the idea of the character or if it came from watching a colleague of mine, a man whom I admired for his work style, the way he manages people and business. Either way, Leon Sterling is one of my best creations yet, although in the end he’s nothing like my colleague, except in his business style. Also another of my favorite characters is based on a real person, Martin from To Seduce A Soul Mate, only in this case, I didn’t even know the actual guy. All it took was to listen to a friend talking about him for me to come up with my Martin, the seducer, which in part is like the real Martin, but his twists and turns were entirely my doing. And finally, there’s my husband, a character himself, the best one for me, and nothing I could ever hope to recreate in any fiction of mine, however much I try. So I steal bits and pieces from him, and maybe that’s why my male characters seem larger than life in the end LOL



10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?

First off, myself, my life, my music, my cats, my movies, my TV series, my readings, my travels, the people I know or I hear about. Secondly, all the rest. Yes, actually anything can be inspiring to create a story, a setting or a strong character. Could be something I hear on TV, something someone tells me—for Spying the Alcove, my mate told me of the finding of a Roman medallion depicting a man and woman having sex on a triclinium and it inspired me to write the story. To Seduce A Soul Mate, instead, a friend told me so much about one of her colleagues, Martin, that it set off my imagination until I wrote his story. Sometimes, it can simply be passing a shop in a street like it happened with Tasting Leon’s Mark that began when I saw an auto repair shop and imagined what it would be life for a woman to work in one. Other times, it’s enough to have the hot sun roasting my skin to spark off my fantasy and this is how Virtus began.



11: What are you currently working on?

The Festival, Book 3 of the Virtus Saga, where the journey continues as Duncan Caldwell will have to carry out his legacy and return the stolen pyramid to its rightful place. But the journey will prove harder than expected, having to balance the whims of not just his lovers, but of David and Cecilia, too, which won’t stop the passion from running wild and sweeping away every obstacle.

Then I have the final edits of Re-Scue, to be released second half 2010 @ Romance divine, the bloody and passionate prequel to Tasting Leon’s Mark, the beginning of a connection that spans time and space as two souls chase each other from one lifetime to another to fulfill a dark desire neither can or want to control.

12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?

Yes, I’m always available for any reader who wants to discuss my books or has questions, doubts about it and they can reach me @ lalla_gatta@yahoo.com.

Welcome Toni V.Sweeney

SINBAD’S PRIDE: You can’t keep a Good Smuggler Down
I never really intended to write a series when I started Sinbad’s Last Voyage. It just happened. I was just going to tell a love story set in the future, a single-shot, stand-alone novel—of a half-breed smuggler who hated Terrans and the Earthwoman who made him forget that. There would be strife, of course, because she was married and he was trying his best to keep from falling in love with her. There would be adventure as they tracked her fugitive husband across the galaxy, but it would be definitely end Happily Ever After. As usual with things having to do with Sinbad sh’en Singh, it didn’t turn out that way. The story of Sinbad and Andi is a lesson in the course of True Love running any way but smooth. At the end of Book One, Sinbad and Andi have a child but he learns he’s dying of a disease contracted while he was a prisoner in the Toxic Zone, the Federation’s deadliest prison.

Well, I couldn’t just leave it there. No sir! I had to get Sin and Andi married, and save my hero to fight another day. So, along came Sinbad 2: Sinbad’s Wife, in which, among other things, Sin struggles to convince Andi to make an honest man of him by marrying him, he discovers he has a 15-year-old son, and he collapses into a coma brought on by his terminal disease. Piling it on even thicker (after all this is a space opera), there is only one doctor who can save Sin and he blackmails Andi into becoming his mistress before he’ll perform the surgery. While Sin is recovering but still in a coma, Andi is subsequently kidnapped by her former husband, a power-mad Serapian general named Tran, who makes her into a sex slave. She’s rescued by Sinbad who kills Tran in a duel-to-the-death, but not before Andi has given birth to Tran’s second son. Sin, a sucker for infants and his wife’s tears, accepts the baby, they go into a clinch…roll credits…

Whew! Could I stop after that? Nosiree…now, Sin’s been pardoned by the Federation, he’s a law-abiding citizen (much to his dismay) and he’s back on his home planet, being re-instated as his grandfather’s heir and about to inherit one-third of the planet Felida. Having now reached the age of thirty-one and considered a mature adult (though Andi sometimes denies that), Sin is bored and looking for some trouble to get into. He finds it in the Peace Treaty Felida signed after being defeated by the Federation. In it there’s a loophole which no one, not even the Felida Pride Chiefs realize is there, a clause preventing prosecution of any Pride member for any crime against the Federation.
Well! When someone who hates the Fed as much as Sin does finds a document like that—even though they’ve given him amnesty for killing Tran (who was a threat to everyone and not just Andi) and posthumously pardoned his father--you know something big is going down. And it does. With the aid of the other Pride Chiefs, Sin decides to turn Felida into the biggest smuggling planet in the galaxy…and thumb his nose at the Fed at the same time. Of course, there are immediate complications, such as the fact that the Pride Chiefs want an affiliation with the operation through marriage, and send their nubile daughters to Sin as concubines. Sin tries to explain to Andi they mean nothing. It’s all politics. Andi doesn’t see it that way. There’s trouble brewing in the bedroom tonight. And for many nights to come. If Sin doesn’t watch it, he’s going to be sleeping on the sofa until he’s an octogenerian!

In the meantime, Sin’s son Adam and Andi’s son Cash are leaving adolescence and becoming men in every sense of the word. Joining Sinbad in his smuggling operation, they begin cutting a wide swath through the females of Felida, and then—as Fate will have it, they meet the two women neither can have and both want…their father’s concubines…

Sinbad’s Pride is a play on words. A Pride on Felida is made up of various clans loyal to one Chief. Sinbad is the heir to the largest Pride. He also has plenty of pride in the usual sense of the word, and whether he’s confronting the lawyers of the Federation, an incensed wife, or an adulterous child, he has to decide when to let that pride go and when to balance revenge with mercy. No matter what happens, however, one thing is certain: Sinbad loves Andi and he’ll do anything to keep that love. It’s also a story about family, and how a man who has lost everything must now try to keep together the one he’s blessed with in the face of crises which would usually blast that family apart. How Sin works it out makes up the majority of the story. It’s an erotic, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic adventure, and one I think readers will enjoy it.
Sinbad’s Pride is available through Double Dragon Publishing at http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-55404-748-X. . Also just released is Toni’s fantasy romance A Singing in the Blood, also available from Double Dragon Publishing at http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-55404-754-4.

Welcome, Leigh D. Ansey

1: Thank you so much for being here, Leigh. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?

Thanks for inviting me! I believe I’ve been writing since I could. I remember writing stories and poetry from about the age of eight or nine. Later my stories were featured in school journals and I won a couple of cups at high school. As I remember, those stories were a bit macabre – something or someone always died in the end.




2: What inspired you to write?
I always loved to read. I read books when I was very young that I’d find difficult to persist with now. Classics like Robinson Crusoe, The Swiss Family Robinson and Dickens. My favorite was The Coral Island by R.M. Ballantyne. Perhaps that love of reading and deciphering words transferred itself to writing. In my mother’s family there were several writers, although as far as I know, they didn’t pursue fiction. I was the youngest in my family. I had two older brothers and there was a four-year gap between us so I spent a lot of time entertaining myself, or watching my brothers and their friends have adventures that seemed so exciting and sometimes I wrote them down. I’ve always loved words and the rhythm of sentences and rhymes.



3: What do you like the most and least about writing?
Mmm… mostly I like working with words – finding the ‘right’ word and forming sentences and paragraphs. I like the flexibility that working as a writer can offer.
I least like the fact that I’m undisciplined time-wise. I often let other things take priority – although I’m working on that at long last. I’m frustrated by my writing process. I edit as I go, constantly going back to change things over and over. It’s almost obsessive, and it’s not helpful when it comes to completing a manuscript. I’m trying hard to change this way of working, get the story down first then go back to revise.



4: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?
Read! I also like to paint and do mixed media art. I love reading books about art, or flipping through magazines. I have two children and three grandchildren and I love to spend time with them. The kids are so much fun. I like being outside, although I’m allergic to exercise – by ‘outside’ I mean sitting on the steps with a coffee early in the morning or a glass of wine on a nice evening. I love to go to the beach or to be beside any body of water – rivers, lakes, streams. I’m not a shop-till-you-drop person. I’m quite happy staring into space and letting my thoughts roam. I’m never bored.



5: Which authors do you like to read?
Too many to name! Contemporary authors I enjoy include Jodi Picoult, Anita Shreve, Barbara Delinsky, Marian Keyes, Isabelle Allende, Joanna Trollope and NZ writer Elizabeth Knox. I like crime writers such as Elizabeth George, Kathy Reich, Tami Hoag and Ruth Rendall. My grounding in romance came via scores of Mills and Boon, Georgette Heyer, Catherine Cookson, Mary Stewart and many others.



6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?
That I’m a best-selling novelist (one day!).



7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.
You can find my debut novel, Kincaid’s Call at The Wild Rose Press. This is the story of Nathan Kincaid and Kate Summers who meet each other for the first time as adults when Nathan unexpectedly becomes Kate’s boss. Their last meeting, when Kate was just a kid on the verge of womanhood, was traumatic, especially for Kate who didn’t understand that Nathan was recovering from a tragedy he believed he’d caused. Kate and Nathan lived with me for a long time and I’m so pleased they’re now able to tell their story. I promised them they’d have their day in the sunshine. Kincaid’s Call is rated ‘spicy’ on The Wild Rose Press website. Jessica Hastings of Suite101 online magazine Kincaid’s Call a great review:

My website: www.leighdansey.com

Blog: www.leighdanseyromanceauthor.blogspot.com



8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?
Do it. Don’t let time slip away because you’re too busy doing other things. If you really want to be a working writer, set time aside every day and write. All those other things in our lives are valid-family, work etc but developing writing skills needs the consistency of regular practice. I’m a fine one to talk but that’s my advice!



9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?
Not consciously, but I believe characters must contain something of an author’s essence, or perhaps some quality that the writer would like to have herself. I tend to be a reserved person but I like my heroines to be outspoken and feisty and to dress in a much more interesting, colorful way than I do – perhaps these are qualities I’d like to see more of in myself!



10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book

Ideas just seem to swim around all the time. It’s turning them into a working manuscript that’s the problem. There’s fodder for stories all around – in the lives of our own families and friends, newspapers and magazines, television, celebrity stories, a snippet of an overheard conversation. We all have such busy lives and are often involved in small or large dramas, comedies and tragedies. It’s not difficult to find ideas but trammeling them efficiently is where I struggle. The hero of Kincaid’s Call, Nathan Kincaid was with me for ages. He appeared in earlier partials and I was desperate to get him to the end of a novel! I’m inspired by the heroes and heroines in our daily lives and truly admire people who stand out in our communities through their courage, honor, humor and dignity.



11: What are you currently working on?
My WIP is called ‘Married to McAllister’. I’m about 10,000 words in and I’m working towards about 50,000 words. This is also a reunion romance where the hero and heroine knew each other when they were teenagers. Samantha Ryan thought marrying Jack McAllister was her destiny – until he up and left town with Fern Logan. Needless to say, Sam’s not pleased when Jack walks back into her life…



12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?
I’m a New Zealander. I live in a beautiful natural environment that could have been tailor made for the writing life. My partner is also a writer so we understand those writers’ foibles that can be so frustrating to others!



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Kate dumped another cardboard box on the floor and lowered herself into the oversized leather chair. “That’s it,” she said to herself. “The rest can wait till tomorrow.”

With a sigh of relief she kicked off her spike-heeled sandals, swept aside a pile of papers and swung her bare feet up onto her absent employer’s desk. The airless room was stuffy and her forehead felt hot and sticky. During the week the small college nestled in the hills above Lake Rotorua hummed with activity. Now the campus was deserted, the rooms eerily silent.

Kate pushed her lower lip out to blow away a corkscrew of hair—and stopped mid-breath. The faint squeak of the exterior door swinging shut was a familiar noise, but not at this hour when encroaching darkness had pressed long fingers into the bush-clad slopes.

A drift of night air brushed her cheek. The skin on the back of her neck crawled at the unmistakeable sound of footsteps stalking along the shadowy corridor.

She had a nanosecond to scrabble awkwardly for Professor Schräder’s hefty paperweight, but before she could tighten her grip, the office door swung inwards. And there, to her horror, fifteen years older and even more devastatingly handsome than she remembered, stood Nathan Kincaid.

“What the hell—!?”

Nathan drew to an abrupt halt. The angle of light at the end of the corridor had warned him to be cautious. He didn’t have a weapon, but he knew he could rely on his bare fists and street savvy. He was confident he could handle a petty thief on the prowl for some loose change—and there couldn’t be anything else worth stealing from Second Chance’s run-down rooms.

It took a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the glaring fluorescents, and less than a moment for his body to react with a carnal reflex that had everything to do with primal instinct and nothing to do with conscious thought.

A pair of startled topaz eyes stared up at him from behind an ugly cube of furniture he hoped wouldn’t turn out to be his desk. Hair the colour of malt whiskey swirled around smooth bare shoulders. Her lips pouted as if she was about to blow him a kiss—and her gorgeous legs were startlingly displayed from golden thighs to peach-painted toenails on the cluttered desktop in front of him.

“Nath…M…Mr. Kincaid!”

Laced with an accent that was part California and all woman, her throaty voice ramped up the tension that pulled his muscles taut. A lick of heat stroked his groin. “You seem to have the advantage,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?”

Her slender fingers hovered over a paperweight he recognised from painful hours spent pouring his heart out to Armand during his long ago stint in juvie. He stepped closer, crowding her with his bulk. “Don’t even think about it.”

The intensity of his sexual response tugged at his gut. But the alarm in her eyes made him want to run his hand down her cheek in the same way he might soothe one of the Mustangs on his ranch back home. It didn’t take long to arrest the impulse.

He remembered how tender he’d felt towards his ex-wife when she’d told him she was pregnant—and how his delight at the idea of fatherhood had evaporated when she’d added the enlightening fact that the baby she was carrying belonged to someone else, someone who could trace his forebears right back to the damn Mayflower, according to Ginny. “You don’t even know who your father is, Nathan,” she’d said cuttingly.

Feeling tender towards women was something he’d shied away from ever since. He preferred dates who knew the score—fine wines, expensive gifts and sex that was fun but without commitment. That way nobody got hurt. He’d been a lot of places in his life and enjoyed most of them. But marriage wasn’t a trip he intended to take again.

He reached low, closing his fingers around the smooth glass weight with its insect trapped grotesquely inside. A drift of air warmed his knuckles as his sexy trespasser snatched her hand away.

The pupils in her marvellous eyes were as huge and glossy black as a night-prowling cat’s. “You…you’re not supposed to be here for another ten days—”

“If you’re Janet McKenzie—” Please, God, don’t let this be the PA he’d inherited from Armand. He wondered if she’d signed an employment contract and whether it was watertight. He flicked a glance around the cramped room littered with boxes and papers. “—I e-mailed you ten days ago detailing my change of plans. I let you know I’d arrive in New Zealand at the beginning of the month instead of mid-December.”

Her hand drifted defensively across the swell of breasts barely covered by a band of white knit fabric. A ribbon-width red skirt rode low on her hips, leaving her thighs naked. Gleaming from a neat navel dead centre of a midriff tanned to just the sun-kissed shade he liked, a gold stud winked in the light.

Although those tawny eyes stirred something hot and dangerous deep inside him, it seemed smarter to switch his focus in their direction, and away from the band of scarlet material that had no right to call itself a skirt. “—as I recall, you e-mailed me back, told me there’d been some admin problems, nothing you couldn’t handle, and you looked forward to meeting me.”

Reined-in testosterone roughened his voice. The brief, inexplicable charge of recognition didn’t help. She wasn’t a woman a man would forget in a hurry, but a quick flick through his mental filing cabinet didn’t bring anyone to light.

The last thing he needed was a pocket dynamo from his past complicating what he’d determined would be a quick, clean operation. Not exactly slash and burn, but if heads did have to roll, he accepted his responsibility as axe man.

It probably wasn’t PC, he told himself irritably, but he’d envisioned someone older and maybe chubbier. He and Janet McKenzie would have to do some serious work together to get Second Chance back on track. It would have been less taxing on his libido to work with the matronly 2IC he’d imagined, than the piece of eye candy playing secretary in the black executive chair way past its use-by date.

She might be an ornamental fixture around the office, but if the evidence all around him was anything to go by, her organisational skills were nonexistent. Maybe she thought a short skirt and a figure that curved in all the right places made up for inefficiency. Not in his book, they didn’t.

He sized her up with narrowed eyes. “And if you’re not Janet McKenzie, or the janitor…,” he let the disbelief ice up his voice, “or any other key holder at Second Chance, then you’re trespassing, sugar.”