SG: Hi, and thank you for having me here today.
NG: Do you have an e-reader? If so, tell me whether it was easy or difficult to adjust to reading digital books. Do you prefer paperbacks?
SG: No I don’t have an e-reader because I haven’t found one that encompasses all formats. Until I do, I’ll stick to paperbacks, so yes I do prefer paperbacks, and I find no difficulty in carry one around with me when I travel.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose one book to amuse yourself during your imprisonment...which book would you choose? J
SG: WOW this is a hard question. I’d need something upbeat or with a HEA and if possible a sense of fun too.
NG: Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
SG: Yes they know about my writing, and as far as they can be are supportive, but understanding? No! LOL
NG: What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful erotic romances?
SG: Although it is not a genre I read my advice would be for that writer to ensure their story carries the erotic theme and not the other way round. I have read erotic romance and find they vary from sleaze, to excellent and skillfully written.
NG: Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
SG: rofl. I am panster, but laid back? That, I am not.
NG: Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?
SG: Very much so. And I have to thank the wonderful members of the crit group I belong to. They helped me to tighten my writing and search for strong words. The downside to that –lol- is that I can spend as much as thirty minutes searching for that right word.
NG: What are you working on for 2012?
SG: I have just started work on the third book in my Gasquet Princess series, no working title available yet.
It is set in Scotland during the winter, and involves a search and rescue scene before an imminent snow blizzard. Which considering we experienced just that at the weekend gave me pause for thought! Snow, let alone blizzards are not often seen where I live.
NG: What’s From Now Until Forever about?
SG: In the first book, from now until forever Liam is being pursued by insurgents determined to kill him, while his protector – who happens to be his wife, is equally determined to keep him safe. They both have secrets which threaten to destroy their love and tests their trust in each other when they come to light. When they are both faced with different life threatening circumstances they have choices to make, but will they make the right choice for the right reason?
NG: What inspired you to pen this story?
SG: After watching the British royal wedding I decided to write a short 1k short story about a royal wedding. Several transformations later it morphed into a 21k+ story and was snapped up by one of Astraea Press’ acquisitions editors. The rest, as they say, is history.
NG: What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
SG: Meeting characters they can relate to who find themselves in situations anyone of us may have to deal with. Discovering that the hero and heroine are not perfect and coming away, at the end of the story, not only understanding why they behaved as they did, but how and why they changed and grew. I also try to offer stories with more than one layer to them.
NG: Give me three reasons readers will love From Now Until Forever.
SG: While from now until forever is not typically a Hot sexy story, and it is published but a company that specializes in ‘Pure.Fiction.’ it is a challenge to write to the limits of their perimeters so that it will appeal to both those who look for and enjoy ‘sweet’ romance’ and at the same time attract readers from a wider variety of tastes.
Although I never set out to include mystery into my stories, it always seems to creep in there which is another reason why from now until forever will appeal to such a wide variety of readers.
And finally, because from now until forever is the first in a four books series, I hope it will entice readers to come back for more and follow the fortunes o the other three Gasquet princes. his chosen bride is due out in time for Valentine’s Day
NG: Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, Sherry, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
SG: :) Thank you very much for having me here today. I have thoroughly enjoyed visiting with you! Here is a short scene from – From Now Until Forever...
* * * *
She’d seen his eyes settle on her when she entered the
Glasgow restaurant favoured by many celebrities eight months ago,
and taken satisfaction when his reflection in the darkened window
revealed he’d followed her progress to the table she’d booked for
Pinpricks of light, like starlight in the ceiling, enhanced the
elite atmosphere of the room, absorbed by the scrubbed pine floor
beneath the white--‐‑covered tables. Snippets of conversation ebbed
and flowed around her as she followed the maître d’ to her table.
The overture of cutlery against china scarcely clashed with the
barely--‐‑there background music.
Melanie glanced up when the waiter drew out her chair, and
‘happened’ to meet and hold Liam’s gaze for a moment too long.
His companion’s scowl didn’t go unnoticed either. She reined in
the satisfied smile tugging at her lips, consulted the proffered wine
list and chose a glass of light, white wine.
Several large fish tanks glowed in their settings, the
backdrop of white walls emphasizing the different coloured lights
in each tank. Two rows of solid floor--‐‑to--‐‑ceiling pillars of polished wood substituted the expected black metalwork usually
interwoven with ivy or some other kind of creeper. She approved
their clean--‐‑cut lines, their message of solidarity and purpose. Their rich, almost copper hues, contrasted vividly against the wear of years that dulled the planked flooring.
“I’ll have a roll before ordering.” Mel handed the offered
menu back to the waiter. “But tell me what you think of the Arzak
Inspired Local Duck Egg with Garlic Bouillon, Crispy Migas and
Sherry Vinegar Jelly for a starter?”
She enjoyed a leisurely discussion on the merits of
everything offered, and agreed to be guided by his suggestions
before sitting back to wait for her non--‐‑existent escort.
Twenty minutes later, upholding her role of deserted
partner, Mel delayed ordering her meal for another ten minutes
while studying the other diners. If every time she glanced in the
direction of the prince’s table she found herself drowning in the
molten feral gleam in his eyes, it was hardly her fault. Politeness
dictated she return his smile, while his companion pushed a lettuce
leaf around her plate. Strategy demanded she make a show of
glancing at her watch on several occasions.
The telephone call to her home number, her apparent
disappointment, all added to the illusion of abandonment.
A stir at the prince’s table attracted the attention of several
diners when the woman rose, planted her hands on the table,
leaned into Prince Liam’s face, and cursed him roundly in language
better fitted to the gutter, before flouncing out of the establishment.
Pinning a rueful smile on her face, Melanie caught the
prince’s eye. With the lift of one eyebrow she watched him cross
the room and, without permission, seat himself in the vacant chair.
Something happened in that second. Something she hadn’t
anticipated, hadn’t allowed for, and hadn’t wanted.
The other occupants of the room faded away; the sound of
her heartbeat replaced the elegantly subdued music and the click
and swish of the restaurant. She’d known love, experienced the
highs of it and the devastation when it was shot to oblivion. But
she’d never experienced this instantaneous sense of connection and
oneness with another person. And she didn’t need it now,
especially with Prince Liam.
He held her gaze as firmly as he held her hand. She tugged it
away and leaned back in her chair. When had she leaned forward?
When had she allowed him to take her hand in that possessive
grip? When would she retrieve her heart? A heart seemingly intent
on destroying three years of careful surveillance and protection of
the man now guilty of causing her such personal mayhem.
A movement to her left broke the spell, and the waiter
placed the prince’s unfinished meal in front of him.
The prince dropped her hand, took up his fork and speared
a tiny wedge of steak and offered it to her. His fork trembled
against her bottom lip. His eyes darkened when she leaned forward
and took the offering into her mouth, closing her lips over the
prongs of his fork, her eyes now demanding and holding his gaze.
Her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse pounded in her ears.
Her hand came up and clamped his wrist. Whether in challenge for
more or a demand for less she had no idea.
“Come.” His fingers curled round hers, peeling them away.
He stood, query in his eyes, waiting, giving her the choice. Lost in
his dark blue eyes, deep as a woodland lake, she followed her heart
and rose. A part of her—the one that shunned public appearances–
balked at the fascinated attention of the other diners, while another
revelled in the awareness that thrummed in the air between them.
* * * *
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Author Bio: Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England. She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel. While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.
Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office. She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.
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