The
Questions
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?
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?
Sven – a tall, golden-god of a masseuse and a bar of
organic soap. I don’t like to be stinky.
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I’m Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady. I like to unleash my
inner bogan in times of stress, I like swearing occasionally and I don’t think
you always have to act like a lady and when you do, it’s only for show.
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them: hammer, saucer, traffic lights
Now you’re really making me work. LOL. Okay – I pulled up
at a set of traffic lights. Another red light and I was already late. Damn. I
spotted a golden-god of a swiss masseuse walking down the street, then I saw he
held a hammer. It was none other than Thor. I looked at him with saucer eyes
before he disappeared in a blinding flash if white lightening.
How was that. You didn’t say it had to make any sense.
;-)
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?
Scott Eastwood – have you seen that guy? Man – he’s hero
worthy material! In fact, I don’t even need a reason. Just because he exists is
good enough reason or me. (Me currently biting my knuckle as I image)
5) What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Can I just imagine I’m on a date with Scott? That’s a
much better idea. OK – so with Scott, there’d be no need for food, or
chocolates, or restaurants. Just a crackling fire place, a snowed in cabin
somewhere deep in the woods and a really good bottle of fifty year old scotch.
Heaven!
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I begin with a ‘what if’ – like – what if I was twenty
years younger, looked like Taylor Swift and met Scott Eastwood in a snowed in
cabin deep in the dark woods… Sorry, I’m still stuck at the last question.
Erhmm. Okay, serious now, I start with a situation and work my characters
around it. I think who could I put in this situation that would be the most
uncomfortable, the most tortured, make the most dramatic, stupid decisions,
then I weave a backstory, give them flaws, hope and a really good sex life.
Bingo!
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Taylor Swift opposite Scott Eastwood. LOL.
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I like Professor Snape, because he mean and nasty but
there’s a whole other side to him that no-one knows about.
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Mr Darcy of course – what I wouldn’t give to go back in
time and play Elizabeth Bennett! I’d make him to that scene in the lake several
times over before I’d completely let him ravish me from head to toe. Sounds
like a plan. Anyone seen my time machine?
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
How about a sexy neon blue alien with six pack abs crash
lands half way up a mount and I’m a forest ranger sent to investigate the plane
crash. Only it isn’t a plane. It’s a UFO and the alien is injured and waiting
for his friends to come and pick him up and when they do, they have to take me
along with them because now I know the truth and they take me to a planet where
woman are rare and coveted and he gives me a housekeeper, a chef, a gardener
and I don’t have to do any chores ever again and he makes devastating love to
me every night with multiple orgasms. Pretty darn exciting if you ask me!
That’s a movie I’d like to see.
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Take Me As I Am
by Charmaine Ross
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Forget
the whole billionaire tycoon thing: Kate Moore is a billionaire’s daughter, and
she knows first-hand that they’re not all romance novel worthy. Her father is
brilliant, inflexible, and brutal – and nothing she’s ever done has been good
enough for him. Her one chance to take over the massive Moore’s Hotel
Corporation is restoring the run-down Burnham Beeches in beautiful Sassafras to
its former glory. To that end, she hires David Wright, a talented landscaper
with an unparalleled eye for beauty and an unparalleled talent for distracting
her from her goal.
David really needs this job. He needs the contract, the Moore’s name on his portfolio, and the money to pay for his ailing father’s health. Everything he’s worked for is now within his grasp, and he’s going to reach for it with both hands. What he doesn’t need is the diversion, or the temptation, presented by his new boss.
Neither David nor Kate are free to follow their own desires, but they’re powerless to fight their growing attraction. But they come from very different places; perceptions will have to crash, misconceptions will have to collapse, and they will have to face their own personal challenges before they find their space to meet in the middle.
David really needs this job. He needs the contract, the Moore’s name on his portfolio, and the money to pay for his ailing father’s health. Everything he’s worked for is now within his grasp, and he’s going to reach for it with both hands. What he doesn’t need is the diversion, or the temptation, presented by his new boss.
Neither David nor Kate are free to follow their own desires, but they’re powerless to fight their growing attraction. But they come from very different places; perceptions will have to crash, misconceptions will have to collapse, and they will have to face their own personal challenges before they find their space to meet in the middle.
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EXCERPT:
His hand lifted to her hair, his fingertips brushed where some
of the ends curled. It slipped around a finger and he watched the burnished
strands in the light. There was gold and honey and shining browns, gleaming
like silk.
She moved her head, just a little, but it was enough for his
fingertips to graze her jaw. Silken skin slid beneath his touch. He traced the
line of her jaw then his hand cupped her nape, her hair falling gloriously over
his forearm.
He waited her for to move away, but her eyes found his and
caressed him with a look he couldn’t deny. He bent his head, lips brushing
hers. Her mouth yielded and he pressed more firmly against them, taking her
lips between his, moulding his mouth to hers.
Slowly, so slowly, her hand settled on his shoulder, a touch
so light he barely knew it was there. But he did and the hot coals inside his
gut flickered into a flame. He opened his mouth, brushed her lips with the tip
of his tongue, tracing the line of her lower lip.
She sank into him, her hand crawling behind his neck as her
other hand found his upper arm. He wound his free hand behind her waist,
anchoring her against him. Her soft breasts pushed against his chest, her heat
infusing through their clothing.
Her mouth opened, tongue caressed tongue, before he plunged
into the hot, honeyed centre of her mouth. She met him move for move, tilting
her head to deepen the kiss, their mouths, lips, tongues igniting their own
private dance.
His brain was clouding with need, insanely intense, as
though he were climbing to a peak only she would quench. His senses were
attuned to hers, his skin sensitive to her touch, the tangible weight of her
body against his.
Then that little niggling voice broke through the misty
realms of his mind. The fog cleared, an inner voice nagging him for …
something. Some reason he couldn’t quite connect with. There was nothing he
wanted more than this woman in his hands to feel, explore, taste. Then the
voice became louder, irritating the sensuous web that caressed him.
A reason.
The voice harassed him, badgering away the misty recesses in
his brain. Reason. Boss. She was … is … his boss. What, in hell, was he doing!
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
My first
foray into romance was as a fourteen year old where I fell hopelessly and
eternally in love with my hero as only a teenager can. Instead of watching
movies and staying up late, I would go to bed at eight thirty and continue my
very romantic, very safe, love affair.
Since then, I have fallen in love with
many heroes, some less safe than what my teenage brain could possibly imagine.
After earning a Fine Art’s Degree, a Diploma of Secondary Education and a
Diploma of Marketing, I worked as a Graphic Designer in various advertising
agencies as well as in-house marketing roles and am currently involved with
digital marketing and everything web in my current position. But I always
return to writing.
Although I have travelled, I always return to my home town
of Melbourne and live with my husband, two children and two cats in the
ferny-greens of the Dandenongs. If I'm not working on my latest romance and
falling in love with yet another hero, you’ll find me reading, watching and
basically indulging in my addiction to any story on any media type I can get my
fingers on.
Check out my web site to download and read two fun, flirty novellas
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