So, I'll kick this off with my favourite question. Who would be your ideal man?
Absolutely not. This is a fiction writer's website; anything goes.
Okay, so if the Indie type (I say 'type', because if he refuses to dance, we'll have to sack him and get someone similar) is your dream man now, what who did it used to be back when you were, say, 11?
Jameson Parker from Simon & Simon. He’s an author now and I love his books.
Oh, I've never heard of him. Let me have a quick rummage... Aha, a blondie, eh?
And in-keeping with this time in your life, what did you think you wanted to be back then?
Okay, last but not least, best 3 books of your childhood/teenage years?
Back then, V.C. Andrews and Stephen King were very popular and I devoured all their books.
I loved Virginia Andrews.
I also really enjoyed Brighton Rock by Graham Greene.
So what is happening with your books these days?
I've just published A Baby For New Year's:
Wonderful. Let's have a look.
After an emotionally destructive marriage, Meg has settled into a quiet life as a single mother. When her pregnant teenage niece arrives at her door, seeking shelter, Meg finds herself caught in a family drama between the girl's parents. She hasn't seen her estranged sister Kelly or her former brother-in-law Evan in years, but she hasn’t forgotten her secret crush on him when they were teenagers. Now that he's single again, he still makes Meg weak in the knees. As the New Year brings complications she never thought she wanted, should she listen to her heart and take a chance on love?
Buy link: http://tinyurl.com/jenoagy
And here's an exert for you if it sounds like your cup of tea:
Evan stood waiting at the top of the stairs, a small smile hovering on his lips. “They’re great kids,” he whispered.
“Yeah, they are. And you’re going to be an awesome grandfather,” Meg added with a quiet chuckle. “You know, before Julie was born, I couldn’t picture you as a dad. But you were a natural with her right from the start. And right now, I honestly can’t picture a kid calling you ‘Grandpa.’ But I know you’ll be wonderful.”
His smile widened. “Thank you, Meg. That means a lot to me.”
She meant to walk past him and head downstairs. But she paused beside him, overcome with feeling for him, and lifted her hand to touch his face. She caressed her fingertips across the coarse day’s growth on his cheek, her thumb grazing his soft mouth. The dim light from the living room glittered in his beautiful eyes.
“You’re a wonderful man,” she murmured.
Evan’s lips parted slightly. His warm, intent gaze tangled with hers, while his hand covered hers and he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her thumb.
Awareness quivered from Meg’s hand straight to the pit of her stomach. Her heart slammed against her ribs with a blow that made her catch her breath.
She knew she ought to suppress her feelings. She should walk away and send him straight back to his hotel. But she stayed rooted to the floor, only letting her hand fall from his mouth as he bent to graze his lips against her temple.
“You’re wearing that rose scent again,” he whispered. “That fragrance haunts my dreams.”
Meg closed her eyes as desire for him spiraled through her in a heady rush. Tilting her face upward, she leaned into him and brushed her lips against his mouth.
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Thanks for coming on, Sue. Hope Indie's waiting for you when you get home, with a rose between his teeth.