KH: Hiya! Thanks for letting me crash.
NG: My pleasure! Let’s start with some Katie Harper trivia questions! What’s your favorite time of day?
KH: Dusk. I like the smell of the air, the way the light looks, and it means I only have about an hour until I can put the kid in bed.
NG: LOL! What’s your favorite place to write?
KH: I have this gorgeous desk that I got myself for Christmas last year. I write in bed.
NG: Yes! Another writer that writes in bed! What’s your favorite drink in the morning?
KH: Milk. Juice makes me puke and I don’t drink coffee because I don’t like feeling like I’m having a seizure then crashing into the depths of exhaustion three hours later.
NG: What are you reading right now?
KH: I’m sorry, what is reading? I am pre-editing my second romance novel, writing a YA novel, and trying to write a script that I was asked to write. And I have a child to take care of and a baby on the way. If I’m not writing, cleaning up a mess, or vomiting my latest craving, I’m sleeping.
NG: Goodness! You've got a LOT going on, lady! What’s your favorite thing about summer?
KH: The Fourth of July. It’s the best holiday ever. Barbeque, potato salad, parades, and it’s the only day of the year you can blow shit up and not get your name on a Homeland Security watch list.
NG: LOL! 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?
KH: I decided to buy my Nook when I was on an eleven day road trip. I realized my many books were taking up valuable shoe real estate and decided it was time to take the plunge. I love the feel of a book in my hand, but the convenience of an e-reader can’t be denied.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose either your MP3 player or your e-reader...which one would you choose?
KH: :) My e-reader. I have about 45 days’ worth of music on my iPod, but I have months and months of books on my e-reader. My books feature stories with naked men, so not really a contest.
NG: What do you think is the biggest misconception about females writing in this genre?
KH: I love, absolutely love, when people on Facebook think I must be fantastic at sex because they think I write torrid love scenes. A lot of writers are offended when they’re propositioned by strangers, I’m kind of flattered.
NG: :-) Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
KH: Absolutely. I come from a huge family and there is no way to keep a secret within the family. They think it’s pretty cool that I write. Especially since my talents have helped each one of them graduate from college.
NG: What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful erotic romances?
KH: Write. And don’t limit yourself to what is appropriate. I go to church every single Sunday. If I wrote only what was acceptable in church, I’d be covering the Bible. You’re never going to please everyone, so please yourself and tell everyone else to go to hell.
NG: Ha ha!! I like you, Katie Harper! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
KH: Kind of both. I know the beginning, the end, and the major plot points, but I have no idea how we get there.
NG: How many hours a day do you try to commit to your manuscript?
KH: I try to write while my daughter is at school, but I get distracted by shiny things too easily.
NG: Me too, Katie! What’s your biggest distraction from focusing on your writing?
KH: My husband. He works in the evenings and…well, he’s Brazilian and better than any romance novel hero. You get the idea why he might be a distraction.
NG: Delicious distractions are the best! What are you working on for 2012?
KH: I’m working on self-editing my second romance novel, writing the third, writing a YA novel, and writing a film script I was asked to do. I’ll shower in November.
NG: LOL! Let's talk about your latest release Never Say Just. What’s this story about?
KH: It’s about a neurotic woman who is as deadly as she is crazy. She shoots first and asks questions later. Kat Boudreaux meets her match when her brother drags his team of Force Recon Marines to Bayou Boudreaux to protect his little sister from someone she should have killed a long time ago. Shooter, the team’s sniper and Gunnery Sergeant, is willing to try to tame the shrew, but is thrown off his game when she uses her extensive abilities in torture to find out who has kidnapped her daughter.
NG: Wow! What inspired you to pen this tale?
KH: The first book I ever wrote was this truly terrible spy novel. Some of my readers were a bit pissed that the two spies didn’t fall in love. I couldn’t see them falling in love. They would never be that vulnerable. So I took those characters out of that story and put them in a situation where they could fall in love.
NG: I love it! Give me three reasons readers will love Never Say Just.
KH: 1. It’s honest. Kat is a very dangerous woman, but she’s still a woman. She has meltdowns that drive her to ingest mass quantities of brownies and booze just like any other woman. 2. There’s a pack of smokin’ hot Marines to drool over. 3. It’ll make you laugh…and cringe.
NG: Never Say Just sounds like a great read! What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
KH: That they will laugh. Here’s the thing, I’ve died, seriously. After that, I am completely incapable of taking anything seriously. I can make a joke out of anything and most of the time it is completely inappropriate.
NG: Katie, it's been quite interesting and a whole lotta fun! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories! Best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
KH: Thanks for letting spend the night. FYI, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, but I fry bacon naked. Thug life.
Blurb: Haunted by her past of murder for hire and skinning people alive to gather vital intelligence, Kat Boudreaux wants nothing more than to hide away in her sprawling mansion with the love of her life--her daughter. But then Private Gump and his band of Bubbas land on her doorstep. Her brother and his unit of misfit Marines insert themselves with the misguided need to protect her from someone hell-bent on vengeance.
For Shooter, it's love at first sight, though he wouldn't be caught dead admitting it. When Kat is nearly fatally injured while saving his life, he knows he's found the woman for him. Together, they fight side by side to get to the bottom of the threats. Kat's daughter is kidnapped and this ex-assassin mom reverts back to old habits to save her. Saving Kat and her daughter is easy, taming the shrew that is Hell Kat Boudreaux might mean losing his favorite appendage.
Shooter leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Bar?” Oh God yes. Yeah, this evening will be brought to you by Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. I ordered a shot of whatever was closest and downed it. Shooter handed me a mint julep while he sipped his scotch. Bless that man. I scanned the room for the enemy. I had honed this skill over several missions for GSA. It’s amazing how quickly things come back to you when you were threatened.
My gaze fell on the first threat, Louise LaLourie. Why her parents had named her Louise with a last name like LaLourie was completely beyond me. Of course she had sported several other last names over the years but she always returned to LaLourie. At one time she desperately wanted to be known as Louise Boudreaux. But, I was married to my husband at the time and he had shown her the no trespassing sign right away. Louise held a flute of champagne in her hand, her cunning eyes searched for the next Mr. LaLourie. Her sights fell on me and she stalked forward. I’m not kidding, she stalked, like a lioness, toward me. I looked over at Shooter. I needed to warn him that the most bedded woman in New Orleans was on the prowl. He was busy at the bar fighting for his constitutional right to get good and shit faced completely missing my look of caution. Since I knew Louise watched me I smiled and prayed the words “die, bitch, die” were not tattooed on my forehead.
“Oh my gawd Are you finally out of mourning?” Her accent was so thick you could cut it with a K-Bar. “I understand grieving, but honey you can’t put yourself in cold storage for the rest of your life. But you are looking great. Look at you. I was afraid you’d locked yourself up in that big ole house and either ate or drank yourself to death. I am so relieved to see you looking as good as ever. Who are you wearing, darlin’? You look positively wonderful.”
Of course her compliments were about as real as her boobs, but I smiled back and said, “Versace.”
“Donatella?” Louise asked with pity in her voice.
“No, Gianni. It went up for auction at Sotheby’s a few years ago and I just had to have it. Though this is the first time I’ve worn it.”
Edna could look forward to a big, fat Christmas bonus this year. The envy on Louise’s face was priceless. It was worth coming to this damn ho down, and I mean ho down, just to see her face turn a lovely shade of green. She would have given a lot to own an original Gianni but she didn’t and I did. Take that you nasty bitch.
Shooter took that moment to turn around and hand me another cocktail. His eyes went big and he tried to take a step back but the bar was in the way. I hadn’t taken in what Louise wore until that moment. She wore a black, too tight to breathe, strapless Dolce and Gabbana that made her boobs spill over the tops. Truth be told I had that same dress in my closet at home. But I would never choose to accessorize it with a purple leopard bra that poked strategically above the neckline. Her lecherous eyes zeroed in on Shooter. She had the sniper in her sites and he was about to feel the full force of Louise’s slut-o-matic up close and personal.
“Well, hello. You must be Kat’s brother?”
“No, Louise,” I interrupted, “This is my date.” I choked on the last word.
Louise didn’t care. She wouldn’t care if a man was in bed with his wife on their wedding night, she believed all men were available. “And what is your name, gorgeous?”
“Shooter,” he smiled and leaned into her gaze a slight come and get me smile smeared across his face. I seriously wanted to pop his eyes out with a shrimp fork but I reigned in my rage.
“And what is it that you do, Mr. Shooter?” Translation: Can you afford me? She said as she pressed herself up against his body shamelessly exposing all her voluptuous assets.
He raised his hand and extended a finger. Shooter pushed the tip of his long thick finger into the center of Louise’s forehead forcing her to take several steps backward. His gaze had gone from playful to deadly. “I kill people,” his whisper was sinister.
Never Say Just will be available
June 19th with Decadent Publishing!
Katie Harper started writing when two people showed up in her head and wouldn't leave until she told their story. They had a party, invited a few friends over. Now she spends her days doing the bidding of imaginary people. She lives in a city made for sin on the edge of a desert with smokin’ hot husband, her daughter, no pets, and enough lemon bundt cake to feed a refugee camp. Read all about her Rat Bastards at KatieHarperWrites.blogspot.com. Send her an email and tell her how wonderful she is at KatieHarperWrites@gmail.com.