I have Evernight Publishing author Lorraine Nelson with me today, talking about her new release, Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek. Welcome Lorraine!
NOTE: Below her Q&A, Lorraine has been kind enough to provide a scintillating excerpt from her book, but for those readers who might be uncomfortable with some heat levels, I wanted to add a warning here. It's part of a fairly explicit love scene. I'd rate it at the very least a PG 13, maybe an R. Well worth the read, if you don't mind the heat. ;)
A little bit about Lorraine:
Lorraine Nelson lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one.
“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”
Lorraine lives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons and five grandchildren, with a sixth due in December. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.
She loves to hear from readers. You can keep up with Lorraine’s releases by visiting her Weblog at http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com/ or email your comments to: email@example.com.
If you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
Compassionate, Impulsive and a Homebody
In your upcoming book, what was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I always love the Happily Ever Afters. Writing the ending and tying up all the loose ends can be difficult, but rewarding. I try not to leave readers with any questions except “Who’s next?” in the series.
What kind of hero is your favorite to read? Outside of cowboys, I mean. ;) For example, me, I’m a beta girl all the way. There’s just something about a nice guy.
I love nice guys, too. My heroes are a combination of alpha and beta—strong and protective when they need to be, yet gentle and supportive; not afraid to show their caring side.
Out of all the books you’ve written, are any of them your favorite(s)?
Zakia and the Cowboy has been a favorite of mine, even before I knew what path it would take. There was just that extra something about the characters that spoke to me and kept me writing. The rest of the series seems to follow suit. I feel like I actually know and love them all. The stories almost seem to write themselves. Gotta love that!
Looking at the FAQ on your website, I see you’re a pantser, like me. I know when I write, because characters are such finicky people *wink*, some books are harder to write and some write themselves (don’t wish they’d all do this?). Which was of your books was the easiest to write? Which was the hardest?
Again, Zakia and the Cowboy was a joy to write. The characters led me all the way.
The hardest? I’m not sure. Once I get an idea I’m like a dog with a bone and don’t let up until I have it written. That said, I have quite a few started that I haven’t finished yet. Lol This series seems to be taking precedence. When readers are asking for more, you do your best to give it to them.
Now, I know as writers, we put a lot of ourselves and our worlds into everything we write, comes with the territory I think, but is anything (in any of your books) based on something that happened in real life?
LOL, Joanne! As you said, a lot of ourselves go into our books, but my real life is way too strange to write about. No one would believe it. I have used locations and tourist attractions from the Moncton, NB, area in some of my novels.
Your writing routine—do you write every day? Are you strict about that? Or do you tend to go with the flow? What do you do when you get stuck?
I try to write every day, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Most days, I check my email, and do the Facebook, Twitter and blog things. Then I write. I’m not too strict about it. Some days you have to go with the flow. Life gets busy and we all have priorities. Family always comes first. I’m one of those writers that have 2 or 3 stories on the go at any given time, so if I get stuck (which, thankfully, doesn’t happen often) I open a different manuscript and work on that for a while.
Joanne, thank you so much for having me here to celebrate the release of Book 3 in my Thunder Creek Ranch series entitled Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek.
Thanks very much for being with me today, Lorraine!
Where you can find her:
The Talent Cave
Email – firstname.lastname@example.org
Where you can purchase her books:
All Romance eBooks
Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?
The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.
She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”
He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.
“Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.
As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.
Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”
She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”
He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.