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 :-)
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Website: http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com/
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Doris, thank you for having me here today to help spread the word about my debut novel.
It was a pleasure.
Love the name Zakia! Great blog Doris!
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