Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Interview of Author Adele Dubois
Latest Book: REV ME TWICE
Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8865-50-rev-me-twice.aspx
BIO: Adele Dubois is an award-winning, multi-published author. She’s a former newspaper and magazine columnist, features writer, and foreign correspondent published in the Caribbean, UK, and USA.
When not on the beach by the ocean, or walking along the quiet shores of a Delaware bay, she and her family enjoy their rural eastern Pennsylvania home where she is currently working on her next novel.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: I love to write story openings. The first scene in REV ME TWICE was one of the most fun I’ve ever written. I’ve included the first paragraphs of Chapter One in the excerpt, below. I hope you enjoy this tiny slice of the story.
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: Right before I end a book, I hesitate. Sometimes I procrastinate a day or two before finishing the story. I think it’s hard for me to let go sometimes.
Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: I try not to eat when I’m working because food makes me sluggish when I most need to stay sharp. Of course, I do cheat, and when I do, I eat chocolate. Milk, not dark. I love chocolate!
Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: When I’m not writing, I volunteer for my local chapter of Romance Writers of America. I love to read and also like movies and television. I’m totally dedicated to my career and don’t have time for anything beyond my family, friends, and writing. I do take vacations each year, though, and prefer the beach to sightseeing.
Q: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
A: My readers and publishing partners tell me my books are packed with emotion. That’s a huge compliment, because if a story I’ve written makes a reader feel something, that means we’ve connected. I really do pour myself into my books, so I like hearing that I’ve made someone laugh or cry. If I can do that, I know I’ve done my job.
Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: That sounds like the perfect scenario for a writer. If I had a handsome man to keep me company after a day of writing in solitude, and the Internet to keep me connected, I’d be perfectly content. Actually, that sounds like my everyday life, minus the island!
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Crystal is a bad, bad girl in the most delicious ways. She tries to be good and is tempted to commit to her Navy MP boyfriend, Tomas, but has no experience with an exclusive relationship or healthy family structure. She likes her life as a cable TV stripping weather girl and sex party host, and resists conforming to the traditional lifestyle Tomas craves. Without her weekly ménages and wild orgies, can she become the partner Tomas wants?
When Crystal receives death threats, a media frenzy erupts. During a break-in, the threatening letters are stolen, erasing evidence that thwarts an arrest. Tomas sports Crystal away on his Harley to protect her, but a deadly crash changes everything. Faced with the choice between self-interest and self-sacrifice, Crystal must decide if she will embrace a new life with Tomas or walk away.
When the light turned green, Tomas Alvarez revved his black and chrome Harley-Davidson CVO with red flame graphics, engaged the clutch and hit the shifter with the sole of his right leather boot. The front end of the bike lifted off the asphalt and leaped forward like a bull from a rodeo gate.
His engine roared, rubber smoked beneath his feet and his laughter rumbled with the exhaust system as he left the pussy in the pimped up GTO in his dust. The driver in the restored classic car had been hot-dogging him for miles and it was time to shake him loose. He chuckled and savored his tiny victory.
Tomas revved again and then held the grips tight, flexing his arm and shoulder muscles with the movements. Glare from the late afternoon sun glinted off his black-as-night shades. As he picked up speed, he relished the hot wind gusts slicing over his skin. Warm grit flecked his face. The smells of clean air and fresh tar wrapped around him like his favorite cologne.
Crystal Miller swatted his stomach with one hand while she tightened her hold around his waist with the other. She screamed over the engine noise, “Did you have to do that? Don’t forget I’m back here, you moron!” Both hands wrapped tighter around his abs and then fisted his t-shirt like a woman wringing laundry.
Tomas only laughed and sped up. “He deserved it and I know you liked it.”
Crystal was as hooked on speed and danger as he was. More so, despite his officer training. The brush of Crystal’s breasts against his back when her nipples hardened during acceleration proved his point. When she rested her cheek on his shoulder, he knew she’d closed her eyes to intensify the thrill. Her breathing quickened and she flattened her palms on his stomach as the Harley roared down the highway toward the Washington Monument.
She could yell at him all she wanted, this chick loved to fly.
Anything else you’d like to add?
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