Sunday, April 7, 2013
Interview of Author Lynda Bailey
Latest Book: On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/B00BE5YDB2/
I’ve always loved stories, especially romances. For me the only thing better than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate. My manuscripts have been finalists in major writing contests, including the 2010 RWA Golden Heart®.
Going Indie a year ago was probably the best decision I’ve ever made with regard to my writing career. As much as I would love to be traditionally published, I love have the control over my projects even more. While my sales aren’t as fantastic as a lot of other writers, the saying is true: This is a marathon and not a sprint.
I live in Reno with my husband of thirty years and our two pampered pooches.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: For me, the easiest part to write is the opening scene. At that point, I believe I’ve got a good bead on who my characters are and what they want. Of course, it’s later on that they (my characters) prove that I don’t know a dang thing about them. LOL
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: Hmmm. Hardest part? Gosh, it’s ALL hard to some degree of another. The lynchpin for me, though, is the motivation. If I don’t have that nailed down, my characters let me know in a big way.
Q: Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
A: I totally love Hunter in this story. He’s a big, he-man boxer who has a decidedly tender side. Some of the things he does for Kira just melts my heart.
Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: I’ll snack on raw carrots, celery and cauliflower while typing. The better the scene is going, the harder I chomp on my food.
Q: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
A: I’m a total POV Nazi and do a fairly good job of “showing” instead of “telling.” I also love to use alliteration to draw out the emotions in a scene.
Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man/beautiful woman (you choose which one), a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: I would use the drop-dead gorgeous man to do research for my books then I’d write ‘em!
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: I’ve got a couple of RS stories rattling around in my head. At some point, I’ve got to get them on paper.
Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: I enjoy doing Facebook because of the pictures. Blogs are great because you learn such cool stuff!
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
When Kira Schafer’s mega-millionaire—and seriously controlling—father insists she marry one his company’s junior executives or get cut out of the will, her decision is an easy one. Though she loves her dad more than anything, she won’t be bullied into a marriage where her needs aren’t met. So she leaves the big city to settle in a small Nebraskan town. And maybe, just maybe the quiet, country life will calm the deep-seated spanking urges which have plagued her for years.
Hunter Rice has only one goal: clear his name of doping charges and climb back into the ring where he belongs. The only thing worse than not boxing, is being trapped in Podunk, Nebraska. He’s got a plan for getting back into the ring, but needs money. Money he doesn’t have until a super rich guy pays him to “convince” his daughter to move back home. When his setbacks fail to prompt Kira’s return, he resorts to kidnapping to ensure father and daughter are reunited.
Kira not only thwarts his plan, she turns the tables. Now Hunter faces attempted assault and kidnapping charges unless he spends the weekend doing exactly as she says. Rock, meet hard place. It isn’t until cloistered in her apartment that he learns about her spanking fetish—and how he’s going to be administrating said spanking. Despite his initial hesitation, he and Kira soar to erotic heights. Hunter then reconsiders his ambition of returning to boxing. Maybe small town life won’t be so bad, with the right woman. But Kira has a different plan, one that has her going home and Hunter going back into the ring…
Lives, like streets, can run parallel or they can cross. Sometimes those crossroads lead to heartache or they lead to hope.
EXCERPT: Warning: Adult Language
Hunter wrestled with the wildly thrashing bundle. Kira might not be bigger than a minute, but she had a lot of fight in her. Of course, being frightened usually gave a person extra strength. And by the way Kira was twisting, she had to be scared out of her mind.
He forced his mind to ignore the fact she was clad only in a towel. A towel that was fast slipping to the ground with each torque of her body. Sweat trickled into his eyes from the exertion. That and the wool ski mask he wore to ensure if she did get free, she wouldn’t recognize me. Finally, he wrapped her in a bear hug with her arms pinned to her sides. He took care not to hurt her, just get her attention. He mentally groaned at the soft feel of her curves.
“Settle down,” he mumbled in his best menacing voice. He didn’t need her identifying his voice either. He shook her once when she maintained her resistance. “I won’t hurt you.”
The clean, cotton bag over her head bellowed in and out, clearly distinguishing the outline of her nose and mouth. By the rapid movement, she was probably going to hyperventilate, maybe even pass out. Not at all what he wanted, but having her conked out would make the four hour drive to Omaha that much easier.
“Why should I believe you?”
Though her voice was muffled, she nonetheless sounded pissed. At least she’d stopped struggling. He lessened his hold.
The instant his arms relaxed, Kira leaped from his grasp. Her bare foot connected to his leg just above the kneecap. He grunted at the impact and went down hard on his other knee. He reached for her, only managing to snag the towel as she danced from his reach. And for a long moment Hunter forgot to breathe. He was too distracted by her glorious nakedness for such a trivial concern.
A rosy flush covered her skin, whether from fighting him or her shower, he didn’t know. Sleek legs, with a delectable mesh of hair at the apex, flared to hourglass hips then a slender waist. Two perfectly proportioned breasts, neither too big nor too small, jutted forward, their pink centers puckered tight.
Almost too late, Hunter saw her pull back one supple leg. He only just dodged the kick blindly aimed at his head. Kira snatched the bag from her head. Unmindful of her nudity, she lunged for the small bed against the far wall and retrieved a wooden baseball bat from underneath. She wielded it with the power and confidence of Babe Ruth.
Great job, Rice. She’s seriously pissed and now she has a weapon. Fucking great.
She swung right at his skull. If he’d moved a nanosecond slower, his brains would have landed in next week. He vaulted to his feet and got into a fighting stance, his hands up. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She swung again. “Really? Is that why you broke into my place? Because you don’t want to hurt me?” Another swing.
Hunter stumbled backwards to avoid her bludgeon and tripped over his feet, losing his balance and tumbling to the floor in a heap. She towered over him, the bat raised high above her head.
Under any different circumstances, he’d take the time to admire Kira’s exquisitely naked beauty. But with the imminent threat of her bashing in his cranium, he thrust his hands up in complete surrender. “Kira, wait! It’s me, Hunter!”
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Posted by Marianne Stephens at 12:01 AM