Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Interview of L. K. Below
Latest Book: Stone Cold Kiss
Buy Link: http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2_12&products_id=334
Video Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vd71xOHj2ik
L. K. Below lives in Iqaluit, Canada with her supportive boyfriend and fat cat. Always one to be swept away in a story, she loves to create new worlds and be captivated by new characters. She writes romance and fantasy under L. K. Below, whereas her young adult works are published under her full name, Lindsay Below. Visit her online at http://www.lbelow.net
Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: No, not at all. As I write, each has her own appearance, which I try hard to convey on paper, though the character the reader visualizes may not be identical to the one I envision. But each has her own appearance, and each has her own voice as I write.
Q: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
A: I’ve been told repeatedly that emotion is my strongest point, that I can really get across the emotion of a book.
I’d like to think my strongest point is in world building and researching. Why? Because all too often, I end up spending too much time doing that and another idea runs away with me before I can even start on the book. I have many fully-fleshed out worlds and a lot of research on historical periods whose stories I still intend to get back to…when I have the time.
Q: What is your favorite romance book that you’ve read?
A: Hmm, let me break that down into subgenre. For historical, my favorite book is So Worthy My Love by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. There’s just something about the book and the characters that I absolutely adore.
For paranormal, my favorite is Dark Needs At Night’s Edge by Kresley Cole. This book is the love story of a ghost and a vampire. An unlikely pair, but the way they (at first) couldn’t completely be together drew me in completely. She does a good job with many of her books, but I’ll never forget this one.
And for contemporary, my favorite is actually a book by my critique partner. Forever in Lingerie by Gina Gordon (which, yes, is out) has irresistible characters. While I have read many more of Gina’s books before and since, this one seems to stick with me.
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: If I’ve got a mysterious source of electricity, I’m probably writing. I write obsessively. Yup, I’m definitely a workaholic.
And kudos to the handsome man, but I’ve got my own at home :) One who doesn’t mind putting up with my workaholic tendencies, though he occasionally puts his foot down.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: Personally, I’m still trying to find the one thing in writing that no one has done before. I know, I know, an impossible task. But I did recently try my hand at an erotic story in verse. I’m offering it for free http://www.lbelow.net/lkbelow/books/free-reads/his-smoldering-eyes
As it is, I already dabble in romance (all subgenres, all heat levels though I write more erotic than not), fantasy, and young adult -- the last under my full name, Lindsay Below. I love to write what I love to read, which is just about anything with a captivating story.
Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: Oh, that’s a tough one. I have to say, I don’t do MySpace and I barely have a handle on Facebook. Chats are great, and I’m a Twitter addict, but blogging is my favorite. I fill my blog with almost daily posts - yes, I have a lot to say. I can celebrate my triumphs that way and laugh at my failures. I can write about absolutely anything on my mind, and while I’ve never been one to keep a diary for long, I find blogging to be liberating. Especially considering that I get to bring my characters out to play every now and again :)
Tell us where to find you:
Website - http://www.lbelow.net
Blog - http://lbelow.blogspot.com
Twitter - http://twitter.com/LBelowtheauthor
Fan Facebook Page - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Official-L-Below-Fanpage/355586159614
Lyrical Press, Inc. Author page - http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=authors&authors_id=174
Dangling over the parapet of a castle, Kelsey Donovan doubts her decisions as she battles with her fear of heights. How will kissing the Blarney Stone change her life? But as the arms of a sexy Irishman close around her, she begins to change her mind.
Can it lead to a lifetime?
When Seamus McKinley rescues a tourist gripping the Blarney Castle for dear life, he never expected her to grab hold of his heart just as tightly. But can he convince her to meet him halfway?
As his hands closed around her waist, he cut off her tirade. His large, warm palms spanned her sides, making her feel protected and safe. And, to be honest, more than a little horny. With her eyes screwed tightly shut to avoid looking at the ground, images passed across her vision, decadent images of the things he could do with those delightfully long fingers.
Then he started to pull her up, away from the Blarney Stone.
“Not up!” she screeched. “Down! I still haven’t kissed the stone!”
“That’s what I mean,” the stranger grumbled. “Ye might for a second think that I didn’t come up here to hold Yer Highness as ye kiss a wall.”
“It’ll only take a second,” she snapped. “Just make sure I don’t fall. Please,” she added in a whimper.
Thank God, after a long sigh he began to lower her down again. Once he’d stopped, holding her steady above the opening, she peeked through her lashes at the stone.
“Is this the right stone?”
“Yes, the one right in front of your pucker. Go on and give it a kiss, already.”
She would have glared at him if she could, but in her current position, he wouldn’t be able to see it. Instead, she thought of quipping, What, am I that heavy? But she decided she didn’t want to know the answer to that question after all.
Time to kiss the rock, she thought. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, trying not to think about all the other people who had pressed their lips up against this very same spot. The blood rushed to her face, pounding in her temples until she was sure her cheeks must be hideously purple. Thankfully, the stranger wouldn’t be able to see her face the way she was bent over.
Although, with the way her sweater was riding up, he might be able to see her bra if he angled her the right way…
Kiss the rock already! The sooner she did, the sooner she could be upright again. Drawing a deep breath, she swooped in.
Just before her mouth made contact, the stranger drawled, “Ye ken it’s not Saint Paddy’s Day, right?”
Souring, she grumbled, “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?”
His hands shifted, as though he shrugged. “Most people give the stone a kiss on Saint Paddy’s Day. For luck.”
With a jolt of alarm, she asked, “Will it not work if it isn’t St. Patrick’s Day?”
“It’ll work, lass. Ye just won’t get the extra luck.”
Kelsey slowly let out her breath. “In that case, I don’t need the luck. I’ll do it now.”
She ducked forward, but again he interrupted before her lips could make contact. “Are ye sure, lass? Won’t be no second chances. Once you kiss the stone, the stone be kissed. And Paddy’s Day is only two days away.”
“I’m not coming back here. And besides,” she added under her breath. “I have a very important meeting on the seventeenth. One that can’t be missed.”
One that would make all her trouble here worthwhile.
“If yer sure…”
She nodded her head, even though he couldn’t see.
“Get on with it, then.”
Rolling her eyes, she swung forward and pressed her lips to the stone. Finally. Oddly enough, she didn’t feel any different. Maybe the stone’s powers were only superstition after all. She tried not to think of what that would mean for her promotion pitch in two days.
“I’m done,” she said, once she had dangled in the air long enough to know her face must be a gruesome shade of purple.
“I know,” he said simply.
“Pull me up!”
“I haven’t decided whether or not to leave ye here. Seems to me I’d best be far away afore ye think to use your blarney tongue.”
At his words, alarm ripped through her. He would leave her hanging there. Without thinking, she released the cold iron bars to grip his arms instead. “Don’t you dare leave me!”
“Och, lass, I was just teasing.”
“It’s not funny!” she screeched. “I’m–”
He lifted her to safety and she saw his face for the first time. Brown hair framed his superbly chiseled face and lips. Light stubble coated his cheeks, just enough to make her shiver in delight at the thought of feeling it between her thighs. He wore only a t-shirt and a pair of low-slung jeans, showcasing his long, muscled legs and a flash of his flat stomach. Here she lay, next to an Irish sex god, and by golly did she ever wish they were doing something a little less innocent. If she kissed him now, would he take her here on the castle parapet? His body hovered just out of reach, his heat blanketing her. She began to throb between her legs. Her fingers curled into her palm as she contemplated grabbing hold of his thick hair and bringing him closer.
Wait, what was she thinking? Jerking away, she stood. She hadn’t come here to be seduced by him–or, given her thoughts, to seduce him. Her main reason for flying to Ireland had been to kiss the Blarney Stone, and now she’d done that. Tomorrow, she would leave, just like she’d planned, and she would never see this sexy stranger again.
Why did that thought bring an ache to her chest?
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