1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
My husband and my laptop, equipped with a solar powered rechargeable adapter.
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
Tracy Turnblad from Hairspray. I was terribly shy and unpopular in high school (and if truth be told in just about every area of my life and still am to some degree), but when I found what I felt I was good at (writing) and didn’t let other’s opinions hold me back, I was able to found my niche in the world and broke free of the imaginary chains holding me back and became who I was meant to be.
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them: voting, corresponding, light
Jill stood in her little cramped voting cubicle, her eyes blurring as she stared at her three options. She’d been standing there for more than an hour now, hoping she’d finally, “see the light” as some say and know who to vote for so she could check the corresponding box.
4) You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Wow, um...I honestly have no idea. (See, what a dud I was talking about being in number two, this is WHY I was so unpopular.) I do believe if I were let loose in the world of fiction I’d created, I’d have to tie weights to my skirts to keep them down and resist the handsome gentlemen so not interfere with their relationships.
5) What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Frankly, at this point in my life—we’re in our mid-to-late 20s and have two small boys—I cherish any second we can have together without one of our kids barging in—and believe me, they’ve barged in at some very inopportune times. But if I were allowed a wee bit more time, I’d want him to take me out to the driving range where he used to work and drive us around to collect the balls like he did when we were dating. Very strange, and unromantic to most, but we had some great evenings when there was a slight chill in the air and we’d watch the sun set and the stars come out while riding the ball picker and scooting closer...
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
Characters. I’ve usually met at least one of them in a former book, so I know their personality and know what kind of a plot will work best for their story. It’s a bonus if I have created another character who I think will be a good match for them, and the timeline works to pull them together. But if not, I still stick with characters first and let the plot work itself out.
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Julia Stiles! But I hear she’s selective about her roles, so she’d probably laugh in the face of whoever presented her with the project.
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Another boring answer, I’m afraid. I don’t read a lot of horror, so my answer will have to come from a
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Of course! But that’s never stopped me in the past and it won’t stop me in the future. However, this might only rattle the readers in my world as about a year ago, I asked on my blog if my readers felt that a villainess could be redeemed. A lot of the responses were, “it depends on how bad her original crime was”... All, I’ll say is in a book that follows His Jilted Bride this particular storyline just might be explored at the expense of shocking, scandalizing and perhaps even dropping the jaws of a few of those who’ve been following me from the beginning. But it shall be fun!
His Jilted Bride
by Rose Gordon
It's her wedding day and there is no groom in sight. But why should Amelia Brice be surprised? Hiram, Lord Friar is known for having no gentleman's honor to speak of and his jilting her on their wedding day makes it official.
Elijah Banks cannot allow his childhood friend to continue to be shamed this way. It's been almost an hour past the time when the wedding was to start, and that bounder still hasn't shown up. Unable to sit still a second longer, Elijah does the only thing that seems logical from where he stands: kidnap the bride and marry her himself in order to escape this scandal with one far more forgiving for a young lady's reputation.
The only trouble is, she has a secret...but so does he; hers is big...but his is bigger.
“Nobody has to know he jilted you,” he said, reaching forward to push the hair sweeping across her forehead behind her ear.
She shook her head; her grey eyes shining with unshed tears. “They already do.”
“No,” he corrected. “All they know for sure is a wedding is not currently taking place. What they don't know is if it was the groom who jilted the bride or the bride who jilted the groom.”
Amelia eyed him curiously. “No, I'm fairly certain they all know it was the groom who jilted the bride. My mother and father are both out there.”
“Yes, and they are doing a wonderful job acting as if they're waiting for their daughter's wedding to take place.”
“Acting?” she said, her eyes narrowing in on him.
“Acting,” he confirmed. “See, your mother is sitting in her pew, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief while your father is pacing a hole in the wooden platform just outside the front door of the church. Both are playing their roles perfectly, giving off the illusion to the rest of the guests that they are just waiting for the wedding to begin any moment.”
“Which seems to be less likely to happen as the minutes pass.”
“Exactly,” Elijah agreed. “Which is why you need to act now before someone discovers your game.”
He nodded once. “Yes, madam, your game.” He picked up her petite hand and wrapped his fingers around it. “I'm not as dimwitted as the rest of them. I see what's really going on here.”
“At least you do, because I have no idea what you're talking about.”
He ignored her. “I almost fell for it, too.”
“Fell for what?” she burst out in hysteria, presumably due to her current situation, lacing her voice.
“You're jilting your groom,” he said evenly, meeting her eyes.
A shadow crossed her face and she cleared her throat. Twice. “What are you suggesting?”
“I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just merely making mention of the fact that the wedding has yet to begin, and both the bride and the groom have yet to be seen. How does a guest such as myself truly know whether it was the bride or the groom who didn't come today? How do I—a random guest—know that the bride and groom were not so in love with the other they could hardly wait another day and decided to elope?”
“All right, well, perhaps that scenario isn't very believable, but the other very well could be possible.” He took a deep breath. “Amelia, listen to me, I know you're a very strong young lady and you come from a very important family; but none of that will matter come tomorrow when this is all over the scandal sheets.”
“I know,” she said with a swallow.
“Then see the sense in what I'm saying and marry me.”
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USA Today Bestselling Author of ten unusually unusual historical romances that have been known to include scarred heroes, feisty heroines, marriage-producing scandals, far too much scheming, naughty literature and always a sweet happily-ever-after. When not escaping to another world via reading or writing a book, she spends her time chasing two young boys around the house, being haunted by wild animals, or sitting on the swing in the backyard where she has to use her arms as shields to deflect projectiles AKA: balls, water balloons, sticks, pine cones, and anything else one of them picks up to hurl at his brother who just happens to be hiding behind her.
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