But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.
And all the hard work in the world can’t save…
A broken survivor.
that she creates. She is an active reader of romance, mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.
Q: You write in a few genres – which is your favorite genre?
A: My favorite genre is romance by far. I write what I like to read, and I love that there are so many types of romance you can escape into; New adult, contemporary, erotic and so on.
Q: What do you like best about each?
A: Hm, I guess I like the idea that no matter which mood I’m in there’s variety in the genre.
Q: When and why did you begin writing?
A: I’ve always had a great imagination and I began to write as a kid. I didn’t have the most ideal upbringing so it was nice to create different worlds and characters because through them I managed to live different lives. If that even makes sense. I kept it up as a hobby throughout the years, but didn’t officially try to become professional about it until after my third and last child was born. I then left my nine to five and became a stay at home mom. I wrote in my spare time, and finally took the leap to see if it could go anywhere and here I am lucky enough to fulfill a dream.
Q: Where do you find your inspiration?
A: My inspiration comes from the love and support of my family. Sometimes it comes from life experiences, or through dreams things like that.
Q: What is for you the perfect book hero?
A: Um, my perfect hero would be someone who isn’t afraid to show their love, but could also be badass if they need to be. Someone who is caring, hard working, and a person who has strong family values, he’d be compassionate and funny as well as strong.
Q: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your first book?
A: I would and I did actually. My first book was called Meant to Be and when I got the rights back to it, I re-wrote almost half of it before sending it out on submission again…lol I’m pleased to say it was accepted with Limitless Publishing as well and is due to release on June 16, 2015 under the new title of Bittersweet.
Check it out:
An accident on a rain-slicked highway leaves Jenna Baker alone…
Jenna is scarred, confused and vulnerable after surviving an accident that took her husband’s life. After a year of mourning Tyler and struggling to raise their son on her own, Jenna’s best friend whisks her off to fulfill her lifelong dream of visiting Ireland. She never dreamed her trip would include a self-appointed tour guide in the form of a sexy Irishman with piercing blue eyes and a smile that promises to fill her empty heart.
Brady Connelly is irresistibly drawn to the lovely, broken yank…
As the weeks pass, Brady comforts and supports Jenna, convincing her to live and chase her dreams. His attraction to her grows and their chemistry ignites, but Jenna isn’t sure she’s truly ready to move on. How can he convince her to release the past and take a leap of faith…with him?
The impossible happens, and Jenna’s world is thrown into chaos…
Tyler is alive and re-enters Jenna’s life, burdened with guilty secrets. Jenna knows she has to try and make things work between them, if only for their son’s sake, but she’s blessed—or cursed—with vivid visions of Brady. The visions begin to consume her and leave her questioning her sanity and the bittersweet nature of her marriage.
Jenna’s dreams of Brady become her lifeline as she questions the boundaries of fantasy and reality.
Is her one hope for happiness waiting for her across the sea?
Q: Tell us something that people would be surprised you know how to do.
A: This is a hard one to narrow down. I guess there would be some people who would be surprised to know that I’m quite artistic. I draw and paint pretty well on top of the whole writing gig.
“It’s great and I can’t believe it’s mine. I mean it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.” She laughed. “I’m sorry I’m rambling here. I should be describing it to you.”
He smiled at her. They were close to their destination and she wanted to stall for a few minutes before they made it to her sisters so she could tell him all about it and told him so. He’d gotten the cab to pull over a few blocks away so that they could enjoy little alone time as she’d asked and began to walk.
“So then tell me about it.” He sat at the curb and gestured for her to join him.
“Well, the building was constructed two years ago, and the apartment is spacious and everything is new. There’s a small hallway right at the entrance, the bathroom is on the right at the end of it, and the bedroom on the left side of that. Then there is the living room, and a little farther in I’ll have my very own eat-in kitchen.” She smiled brightly and then laughed again. “I won’t even have to buy curtains, it’s all included. I’m so excited; you’ll have to see it.”
“I will. Will I?” He smiled. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when your face lights up like that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so excited about anything before. I like it, and I’d be honored to see your apartment. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” His fingers brushed the side of her face as she looked away and blushed. “Look at me.”
She smiled, then exhaled as she looked into those deep brown eyes again. “Beautiful,” he whispered and then drew her in closer for a kiss.
“No,” she whispered, interrupting him just before his lips were about join hers. She could feel his breath against her, and she chuckled at his expression.
“No, I can’t kiss you again?” He leaned back to look at her and raised a brow as if in disbelief.
“You asked if anyone has ever called me beautiful, and the answer is no. Yes to the kiss.”
“Then remind me to tell you as much as possible.” He leaned toward her again, closing the distance between them to give her a peck. He kissed her forehead and then her nose, moving from cheek to cheek before reaching her chin. “You’re beautiful, Holly.”
So close together, their breath mixed and noses brushed together until she slanted her head for better access. “Zander,” she whispered. Lifting her hand from her lap, she boldly placed it on his shoulder and then continued to trail lower to feel his muscular chest and abs. She bunched his shirt in her hand and pulled him the rest of the way. “I love the compliment, but please shut up and kiss me already.”
“My pleasu—” She cut him off by taking measures in her own hands, wanting less talking and more of him. She coaxed his lips open with her tongue, sliding it against his as their wet warmth combined. Their tongues worked in synchronization and their mouths molded to welcome the building inferno they both held inside, waiting for just the right moment to be unleashed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly when they separated, and she needed a minute to focus.
The author is offering e-copies of “Broken Survivor” to 4 winners of the Rafflecopter.