Friday, 7 October 2011

Guest interview - Lorraine Nelson

I am delighted to welcome Lorraine Nelson to my mad house today with her debut novel Zakia and the Cowboy. Must say I am loving that title!

With a stalker following her every move, Zakia has no choice but to flee the city. Her options limited, she runs to the only place she's ever felt safe...the Thunder Creek Ranch and her ex-husband, Lucas.

Will he protect Zakia from the stalker? And if he does will either of them be able to ignore the feelings that have simmered for so long, ready to explode... before danger either draws them together or pulls them apart. 

Hmmm sounds fab, Lorraine!

Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I am a mother of 3 boys, all grown, and have 5 grandchildren with another due in December. All boys except for the youngest, my little princess, Alexis. I live with an independent yet affectionate tomcat on the outskirts of the small town I grew up in.

What made you write ‘this’ story?

A woman named Zakia called in to the call center where I work. It was such an unusual name that I instantly pictured her in my mind and knew she’d feature in a story. After mulling over ideas for a few days, I jotted down some notes and began writing.

Describe a typical day’s writing for you

A typical day? Mornings see me taking my tea to my desk and checking emails, Facebook and the like. I hate interruptions when I’m writing and have been known to lock the door and turn off the phones. When I’m ready, I read over the last couple pages I’d written the day before and start writing, usually still in my pajamas. J I love peace and quiet when I’m writing to allow the muse full reign. LOL 

Oh I love peace and quiet too, one day for me, one day...

What inspires you?

Life in general. An exotic name, an interesting travel brochure or commercial, memories. Ideas come from anywhere and everywhere.

If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

Either dead or bored stiff! I’ve always loved books. As a teenager, that’s what I spent all my babysitting money on. I always seemed to have a pencil in hand to jot down stories or poems that floated around in my head. Funny enough though, I never kept a diary or journal of any kind. Wish I had!

Do your characters ever surprise you?

All the time! I’m a pantser all the way and the characters take the story where they want it to go. I start with a general idea, but they take over.

What could you not do without when you’re writing?

The ever present cup of tea. 

What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Keep writing, learning, improving your craft. Submit, submit, submit. Be patient, persistent and persevere. You’ll get there.

Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

Retired and still writing. I love seeing a story evolve from virtually nothing more than an idea. Even if I never sold a book, I’d keep writing. It’s part of who I am.

Do you have a favourite quote?

Scarlett’s “Tomorrow, I’ll think about it tomorrow.” Applies well to the household chores when I’m writing.

Oh I adore Gone with the wind, Scarlett is such a great heroine!

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Not really. When I sit down to write, I write. Sometimes there more to edit than others, but I always manage to get the words down. I suffer more from being the family chauffeur. Cuts into my writing time. 

What other books can your readers look forward to?

Two of the sequels to Zakia and the Cowboy are in the works. Covert Mission: Sudden Love and Trouble at Thunder Creek. I’m also self-publishing a Christmas novella (sweet romance) on Amazon entitled His Christmas Wish.

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

   “Sorry, Darlin’. Always a cowboy,” he apologized.
   He sat on the edge of the bed and struggled to remove his cowboy boots, then disposed of pants, briefs and socks. When he looked up and saw the still smooth, silky skin of her upper torso and full breasts partially covered by her beautiful, long, blonde hair, he had to ask himself how he got to be so lucky. Déjà vu was very much in existence as he admired the woman standing before him. Zakia was still every bit the exquisite, sexy woman she’d been on their wedding night, only now she was trying hard not to giggle.
   “What’s so funny,” he asked with a grin as he reached for her.
   “Just a little touch of déjà vu going on.”
   “I was thinking the same thing. You’re just as beautiful now as you were on our wedding night,” he stated as he pulled her back into his arms.
   “Well, I was thinking it funny that you said those exact same words on our wedding night.”
   “What words?” he asked, curious and trying to think.
   “Sorry, Darlin’. Always a cowboy.”
   “Ooohh, those words. It’s true. A cowboy doesn’t go too far without his boots.”
   “Did you mean it, Luke?”
   “Mean what?”
   “That you still think I’m beautiful.”
   “Do I need to install mirrors on every wall in the house?” he teased. “Yes, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and sexily built. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
  “Oh, I so like a man who knows what he wants,” she cooed.
   When she reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss filled with all the passion he remembered, his heart soared. Gone was the polite restraint they’d held to since her arrival. He kissed her back, longing for more, aching for the promise her lips delivered.
   His hands moved to her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the nipples to turgid peaks, then massaging the silken softness until she moaned against his mouth in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he took one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping lightly before transferring his attention to the other one.
   He worked his way down her body, one kiss at a time, having to keep a tight rein on his control as she breathed his name over and over again. Her body writhed beneath him as he reached her sopping pussy, her unique scent driving him wild as always. He parted her lips and kissed her, rubbing tiny circles on her clit with his thumb. His other hand reached beneath her to fondle her ass as he began sucking her, his tongue laving and prodding her wetness until he could take no more. Rising up, he coaxed her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself. As he looked into her desire-glazed eyes, he moved, pushing into her with one hard thrust.
   Then he stilled. It had been as tight as their first time. “Did I hurt you?”
   “Uh, uh.” She shook her head as her body began to move, encouraging him to pull out and push into her warmth again.
   She grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, and they fell into a rhythm that told of their familiarity with each other. It was as if he’d gone back in time, back to the days of love and laughter, caring and sharing their lives, completing each other. He thrust in and out, faster, harder, seeking the rapture he’d only found with the woman lying beneath him.
   Thought took a long, slow ride after that as they concentrated on catching up on years of lost loving, and he was pleased to note, she still had that deep, husky, pleading note in her voice when she screamed his name.

Great excerpt, Lorraine :-)

Find Lorraine here

Zakia and the Cowboy now available at:   

Doris, thank you for having me here today to help spread the word about my debut novel.

It was a pleasure.


  1. Love the name Zakia! Great blog Doris!

  2. Thank you, Sukhi!

  3. Congratulations, Sukhi! You've won the free download of Zakia and the Cowboy. Please email me at: lorrainenelson_author AT hotmail DOT com

  4. Oh wow! I am so excited!!!!!