Interview of Author Jeanine McAdam

Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Jeanine McAdam.

Latest Book: THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY

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BIO:

Jeanine McAdam is a writer of semi-sweet romance. Telling stories about imperfect people finding perfect love is her thing. Even though she lives in New York City she’s fascinated with the American west. She loves writing about cowboys and the spunky urban women who adore them. Before the cowboys, Jeanine wrote about Zombies. Publishers Weekly called her story ‘Inhuman Resources’ in the anthology (HUNGRY FOR YOUR LOVE), a “zippy stor[y] about the sexy turn-on of successful zombie hunting.” When she’s not writing she spends time with her teenage sons, ultra marathon running husband and two rescue Labrador Retrievers named Desdemona (Desi) and Aaron.

Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: The beginning and the end. I love it when the hero and heroine meet and the conflict presented. At the end I really enjoy solving the conflict and giving them their happily-ever-after. I feel as a romance writer my gift to the world is a gratifying happy ending. No pun intended.

Q: Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
A: I adore all my characters but I probably love the men more. Logan in THE BULL RIDER AND THE BARE BOYCOTTER is a cussing, whiskey drinking trying to understand the world around him manly, man. Caleb in THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY is a quirky cowboy with a love for Dr. Who and the ability to keep a house clean. But he’s still HOT.

Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: No. I go through Facebook and find pictures of my hero and heroine. I want them to have the appearance and qualities of everyday people because they are everyday people. Except they are thrown into an unusual situation, with lots of sexual tension, conflict and a bad guy.

Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: I love almonds!

Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: Since I live in New York City our family very much enjoys leaving the city and going hiking. I also like walking my dogs in the park and going to the dog run. I live way uptown in Northern Manhattan and we have lots of artists and theatre people in the community. It’s always fun to chat with someone about their latest artistic endeavor while the dogs play.

Q: What is your favorite romance book that you’ve read?
A: NORTHERN LIGHTS by Nora Roberts. Tomorrow, it would probably be GONE TOO FAR by Suzanne Brockmann.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Website: www.jeaninemcadam.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jeaninemcadambooks
Twitter: www.twitter.com/jeaninemcadam

BLURB:
Sexy bull rider Caleb Cooper keeps falling off his bull and hitting his head. Smart neuroscience graduate student Carrie Wang is studying him. There’s just one problem, Carrie’s attracted to her broad-shouldered research subject. But she shouldn’t be, because Carrie is pregnant with Charles Winston’s baby. However, that one-night-stand occurred in a beaker closet and Charles wants nothing to do with her or the child.

Besides being handsome in a long-haired, scruffy sort-of-way, Caleb Cooper is kind and quirky. Carrie can’t stop touching him and their unprofessional attraction is mutual. Problems abound when Carrie’s traditional Chinese mother and Charles come to the rodeo. Carrie’s mother wants her to hook a husband and Charles wants Carrie to give the baby up for adoption. Carrie knows she could never let a stranger raise her child. Can Carrie go against everyone’s wishes and raise the baby on her own? Or could Caleb become a father to this child?

EXCERPT:
Caleb didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew the pregnant woman was sitting beside his bed because he could smell her. It was that same assertive, smart, and extremely sexy smell his sister-in-law Rachel had. Yes, Caleb had a crush on Rachel and yes, he proposed to her when he thought there was a slim chance his brother wasn’t going to take responsibility for his actions.

Holy hell, why did Caleb keep meeting and falling for women knocked up by some other guy. Why couldn’t he be that other guy? Probably the concussion researcher’s ‘Baby Daddy’ was just as smart and successful as she was. Then they’d have the perfect kid to complete their perfect family. Mother of God, Caleb hated perfect families.

“I know you’re awake,” she said in that take-no-prisoners tone of hers. Rachel spoke the same way when she was annoyed at him. For some damn reason, he liked it. “You may as well open your eyes,” she continued.

Sweet Jesus, why couldn’t she and that smell of hers leave him alone? It was jasmine with a hint of vanilla. Nothing overbearing like the buckle bunnies wore. “I’m not awake,” he mumbled as he covered his eyes with the heels of his hands. Yes, he knew what jasmine smelled like because Rachel drank the tea.

“Do you know you have a Grade III concession?” Then she crossed her legs. Caleb knew she did because he could hear her silky skin rub together. Or maybe she was crossing her arms. No, she couldn’t be that mad at him for getting himself knocked out. He laughed sadly. She was knocked up and he was knocked out.

He pulled his hands off his face and opened his eyes. Dammit, she had crossed her arms. “Did you know the rodeo circuit is no place for a pregnant woman?” he countered. Why, oh why did he have to be attracted to her? If only he could get that smell out of his nose, then maybe he could fight this thing.

“My personal life has nothing to do with you.” She moved closer to the bed and put her hand on his forehead. Her touch felt good as she pushed his hair back. Then she pulled his eyebrow up and at the same time flashed a light in his eye. Son of a gun, that didn’t feel good.

“What the hell?” he asked as his hair flopped back. His hair was like that, unruly. His brother had gotten the good hair, along with the good wife. No, Caleb wasn’t dwelling on the fact he wasn’t meeting any women he liked.