Thursday, November 27, 2014

Q&A with Carolyn LaRoche!

1. Tell us about your newest release.
 
Witness Protection is the first book in the Defenders of Love Series. Witness Protection is the kind of book I like to read. It has the perfect balance of action, adventure, sexual tension and cops with big guns. NYPD cop Angelina Ferrara is in witness protection from an undercover job gone wrong and Logan James has been forced to undercover in a gig he hates. When a hit goes out on Angelina, she is forced to accept his help and finds herself losing her heart to him in the process.



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2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?

 
I always knew I had a different kind of sense of humor but when I went back and read some of the things I wrote for Logan's Aunt Clara, I realized just "different" it was!


3. Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?

Before I can sit down to write I have to do absolutely everything I can think of first. Load the dishwasher, read my emails, fold the laundry. I can't actually clear my mind enough to be creative if I have all these other things I need to first.

4. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?
 

I don't really think anyone influenced me to become a writer but a lot of people have encouraged me to keep writing. When I was a kid, I absolutely loved the Nancy Drew Mysteries series. If I had to choose an author who influenced me it was probably Carolyn Keene. I used to think "hey, I could write mysteries too." Now I do. Mine are just a little more for grown ups.

5. What does your family think about your career as a published author?

 
I come from a very close family, we always support each other in everything. I am lucky like that. Even when I would get discouraged, they were encouraging. Of course, now they all want signed copies when the print version becomes available in January!

6. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

 
I love some Boston Red Sox baseball…or pretty much any baseball. It is the only sport I can watch a game start to finish and still want to watch more. I also love to try new recipes. I enjoy good food and there is a lot of it out there to try.

7. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?

 
I am very excited to say that have a second release with Breathless Press in the spring. It's called Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos and it is the first in a series about police wives involved in extracurricular activities that border on illegal and always end up mixed up in some murder or kidnapping plot.

8.  How can readers connect with you online?

  I am very active on Facebook. They can also find me at my blog.
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCarolynLaRoche?ref=hl
www.carolynlarocheauthor.blogspot.com


Blurb:

Someone wants Angelina dead…again. Will following her heart put her in danger, or in the arms of the man she’s meant to be with?

As far as the world knows, NYPD detective Angelina Ferrara died in a violent firefight on Chelsea Piers over a year ago. Living in the witness protection program as history teacher Lucy Taylor was supposed to save her life, but being alive and living were two very different things. Until she meets Detective Logan James when he goes undercover in the same private school where she works. Something about the handsome man with the gorgeous blue eyes piques her interest. There’s no doubt he has secrets…but then so does she. When the Ricci crime family discovers she’s still alive, she finds herself on the run with Logan. Her heart led her astray before. Can she trust it to let Logan help her survive?



Excerpt:


Her little car had an engine about as powerful as a hamster wheel. There was no way she was going to outrun the truck that was accelerating with lightning speed. On one side of her was a deep ravine, the other the steep slope of a mountain towered high and tree covered. The steering wheel vibrated as she pushed her little car to its limits, sheer adrenaline keeping her focused on the winding road. As she rounded a sharp curve, the back tires spun and fishtailed out from behind her. The tiny car shook violently as Lucy struggled to maintain control. The SUV caught up with her then, ramming into her rear bumper. The car groaned but held on. Lucy spun the wheel to make the next sharp curve, all the while her eyes searched for a way off the dangerous mountain highway. Another crash from behind jolted her car forward with such force Lucy lost her grip on the steering wheel. The car veered right but she managed to straighten it out before hitting the tree line.
"What the hell do you want with me?" she screamed at the truck in her rearview mirror.
The driver responded by slamming into the back of her car again. Metal ground against metal, gravel flew everywhere, and the car careened toward a thick bank of trees to her left. Straightening the car once more, Lucy crushed the gas pedal to the floor and watched as the speedometer climbed quickly. Lucy felt the little rush of excitement she always got in a good pursuit despite the fact that she was the one being pursued.
She whipped around yet another curve, and the SUV caught up with her. Just as she managed to get her little car under control again, the SUV crashed into her back end again with such force Lucy thought her car might shatter there in the middle of the road. The little car veered to the right, aiming straight for the side of the road and the ravine beyond. Lucy tried to regain control but the effort was in vain. She braced herself as the car plowed through thick vegetation, hit something, and started to slide down the steep embankment.
She heard the growl of the SUV's engine roaring away over the revving of her own engine as the tiny car crashed through the underbrush. The car flew over a log and landed on the slick vegetation covering the incline. The car lost its hold on the ground and rolled its way down the slope, finally landing up against the trunk of a large pine tree where the engine died. Lucy's head smacked against the steering wheel knocking her near to senseless. Everything fell deathly silent as she fought to remain conscious.
A loud crack broke the silence. As she watched through the broken windshield, the tree in front of her began to wobble. Blood trailed from her forehead into her left eye, blurring her already shaky vision. Rubbing at it with the back of her arm, she used her other hand to desperately claw at the seat belt release.
If she didn't get out of the car, the tree was going to fall right on top of her.
The giant pine swayed once and then began its descent toward Lucy and her crumpled car. Yanking hard at the jammed seat belt, her head swimming and her stomach churning, Lucy finally freed herself. Just as the tree crushed the roof of her car, like it were nothing more than a tin can, Lucy pulled her body through the opening that used to be the driver's side window.
Cracking wood and crunching metal stirred up a cacophony of birds and small animals protesting the intrusion in their habitat. Lucy lay on the damp moss and rotting leaves, her heart banging against her chest wall. The sound of her pulse racing in her ears muted the sound of the creaks and groans as the tree settled against what was left of her car. Every inch of her body hurt, but her head ached most of all.


About Carolyn:


Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats, and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers. She is co-author of the book The Crazy Lives of Police Wives and hangs out online at both Carolyn La Roche - Author and The Crazy Lives of Police Wives.
She also writes a blog titled Boys, Badges and Writers Block about the joys and challenges of raising boys and living the law enforcement wife life found at http://boysbadgeswritersblock.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Promo Spotlight: The Laws of Seduction by Gwen Jones

Deleted Scene “A Weave of Bone and Flesh and Sentiment”
            Rex steepled his hands and smiled, the candleglow lighting his face serenely. He didn’t say anything, just let his gaze sink into me as if we communicated by some buried, transdermal cable. Perhaps he knew how I marveled in his drenched, dark eyes or the soft lines of his face, or how completely beside myself I felt right then as he looked at me, so happy. I lay my hand on the table, beckoning his to join mine.
            “This was wonderful,” I told him.
            He squeezed my fingers, regarding the weave of bone and flesh and sentiment, an odd mix of gratitude and longing flashing his face before he settled into more familiar territory.
            “I have wonderful taste,” he said smugly.
            I leaned over and kissed him, light and quick, and whispered, “And you taste wonderful, too.”
            He tossed his napkin to the table. “Let’s get out of here.”
            And just as we entered the outside, a breath before the valet turned, Rex stole me around the building and through an arbor, to a courtyard shaded by flowery trees and lit by the buttery glow from within. We slinked its perimeter until he shuttled me into a corner. There he clasped my hand and bent to me, his other hand lightly pressing the small of my back. Oddly enough, I smiled sheepishly.
            “Look at you,” he cooed. “You look just lLike a little girl with dimpled cheeks and rosy lips.”
            “My cheeks aren’t dimpled.”
            He slid his hand down the slope of my behind. “Location, location, location.”
            I grabbed his lapel. “Beast!”
            He kissed me, his lips warm, his tongue like velvet, the taste, the feel, the clean scent of him shivering me. I snaked my hand beneath his jacket and hugged him tightly, marveling how after three months without him, I found him even more knee-knockingly sexy than first time I saw him. He dragged his lips from me, resting his forehead against mine.
            “I couldn’t wait to do that,” he whispered.
            “And now that you have?”
            He smiled. “I want more. But not yet. I have someplace else to take you.”
            “Oh yeah?” I said as we strolled out of the garden and into the light of the entranceway. “Where?”
            He reached into his pocket and handed the ticket to the valet. “Dancing.”
            “Dancing? Really?” I was absolutely charmed, but more than a little confused. “You want to take me dancing?”
            Rex laughed. “My God, Charlotte – where’s your romance?”
            Hmm…my romance. Well, I’ll tell you, I don’t know where it had been, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell you precisely where it was right then.

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About the Book
When Rex Renaud, the COO of Mercier Shipping, is arrested for a crime he didn't commit, he knows he'll need a miracle to clear his name … and sassy lawyer Charlotte Andreko is the perfect woman for the job. Charlotte has built her career defending pro bono clients against womanizers like Rex Renaud, and she'd much rather let him sweat it out in a jail cell than defend him in court. Yet Rex swears he's been set up, and when he offers her a shocking sum of money in exchange for her legal counsel, the financial security is too tempting to resist. The court dubs Rex a serious flight risk—how many people have their own jet?—and he's released on one condition: Charlotte's his new jailer, and he's stuck with her until his arraignment. But when a bomb threat sends Rex and Charlotte on the run, neither is prepared for the explosive chemistry and red-hot passion that flare between them as they hunt for the truth about his arrest. - 

About the Author
Gwen Jones is a mentor and instructor in Western Connecticut State University’s Master in Creative and Professional Writing program, and an Assistant Professor of English at Mercer County College, in West Windsor, NJ. Her work has appeared in Writer’s Digest, The Kelsey Review, and The Connecticut River Review, and she is the author of the HarperCollins Avon FRENCH KISS series, Wanted: Wife, Kiss Me, Captain, and The Laws of Seduction. A writer of women’s fiction and romance, she lives with her husband, Frank, near Trenton, New Jersey.

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