Do you have a favourite genre in books (to read and/or to write)?
I like to write stories with a sexy theme. I enjoy reading Romantic Comedy and Contemporary Romance. The new books I am writing have a bit more humour in them than my first book. I was learning then. I have been told my writing is improving with every story I write. I can honestly say I am becoming more relaxed, and enjoying the process more now that I have learnt what head hopping is, and what deep POV is.
Are you a plotter or a “pantser”?
I am primarily a pantser. I find it easier to write the stories as the ideas come to me. They often arrive out of a song or a song title. They play like a short film in my head, and I never know exactly what I am going to write until I sit at my laptop. The characters are often very loud in my head and that is when I know I am going to have fun with the story. I sometimes have several stories at once, battling to be written
What made you want to be an author?
I have always loved to listen to, and also to tell stories. I was brought up in Scotland at a time where story telling was an intrinsic part of the evening’s entertainment. There were no TV’s, no laptops, and no devices. The radio played a big part in my love of stories. Serials were very popular in my formative years. They would broadcast a chapter at a time, and leave us hanging. I guess that is where my love for interesting stories began.
What authors do you like to read?
I love Amy Andrews, Avril Tremayne, Jennie Jones, Rachael Johns and Stefanie London to name but a few Australian Authors.
Tell us about your latest release.
This short story entitled “Knight In Shining Combat Boots” is approximately 3400 words. It is a sweet story, which is a bit unusual for me as I usually write Sexy Contemporary.
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Laura had noticed him boarding the train. She estimated him to be about six feet four inches tall, and every ounce appeared to be tightly packed muscle. He filled the carriage with his presence. His short sleeve, black T-shirt moulded to his chest and biceps, and hugged narrow hips. She’d copped an appreciative look at his tight butt before he took his position by the wall.
He’d caught her looking at him, and he’d frowned. What had he been thinking? Not good thoughts, that’s for sure. The atmosphere in the carriage had suddenly become charged with electricity. He seemed surprised, annoyed almost, by her presence. Then for a split second their eyes locked, the frown disappeared, and his handsome features regained composure. Heat had flared in her cheeks before the arrival of another passenger had provided a distraction. Teenagers blush, not women verging on twenty-five.