Happy Monday, folks....
Yeah, I know, it's Monday, but, hey, look on the bright side. It's been a while since I interviewed an author on my blog, so without further ado, I give you the lovely Mary Lou George. She is here with her new release Saving Destiny.
Canadian Mary Lou George
worked in the design studio of a major Art Museum for over twenty years. The creative atmosphere there helped to keep
her imagination fertile and her humor ever at the ready. These days she concentrates on the art of
romance. Hailing from a long line of
earth mothers and animal lovers, her home is filled with love and
laughter. Mary believes there’s a little
bit of magic in each of us and working hard for the happy ending is always worth
the effort. She’s written 4 mainstream,
paranormal romances and one mainstream mystery romance for
Siren/Bookstrand. Her sixth book, Saving Destiny (published February 2014)
is the first straight up mainstream romance story she’s crafted. The print edition will be available in June.
Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
A. I’m an animal lover. In my stories I’ll litter the floor with dead
bodies, but the dog (cat, bunny, donkey, horse…) will always thrive. I often wish books carried the reassuring line,
“no animal is hurt in this novel”. I’m a
total sap and can’t stand it when an animal suffers. I can’t shake it. Humour is a life saving device for me so I
try to inject the funny into most situations.
Feminism isn’t a dirty word to me.
I’m a feminist, but that certainly doesn’t mean I hate men. I love men.
I have them for dinner often. I
just want our society to value women and their capabilities as much as men and
theirs.
Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?
A. Saving Destiny started out as a screenplay
but it wasn’t long before I realized it wasn’t practical. ‘Destiny’ is a beaten and abused horse in
foal. Not an easy sight to show an
audience. That kind of horror is much
better left to our imagination, so I figured it was more suited to the novel
format.
For hundreds of years there
has been this incredible connection between the human race and the noble
equine. My sister has dedicated her life
to horses, so I got a lot of input from her in this story. A horse’s ability to heal us inspires and
humbles me and I wanted to share that feeling.
Sloan and Mac join forces to save a fragile mare and through those
efforts they find their way back to each other.
I wanted to create characters
who belonged together but were torn apart by tragedy. I hoped the reader would
feel like there was no way these two people could love each other again and be
overjoyed that alas, human beings are capable of amazing things when it comes
to love.
Q. Tell us about your cover.
A. Working for a museum
producing fine art books made me a pretty harsh judge when it comes to
covers. Even as a reader, I’m not a big
fan of the romance novel cover. I’d
rather rely on my imagination to determine what the characters look like, but
that’s just not done in this business. However,
I think the designer did a pretty good job with this one. The book is set in small town Kentucky,
check, at a horse farm, check, in the summer, check. I think the woman is particularly beautiful,
the guy a little less so. But that’s ok.
I find men more difficult to cast. Isn’t that always the case?
Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us
A. I dress for comfort not
style. It’s not pretty. My inner taskmaster makes a bargain, “Just
turn on the computer, open the file and read the last thing you wrote. That’s all I ask.” It usually puts me in the mood to write. I want to finish what I started, give my
heroes their happiness and my villains their crushing defeat. Once on a roll I’m hard to stop. I lose all track of time, write for twelve
hours straight and have to force myself to stop long enough to tend to my
responsibilities. Experience has taught
me that it’s best to write for a maximum of seven hours. Around then my eyes start to blur, my stomach
growls and my children-of-another-species get antsy, so it’s time to stop
anyway. I’m always convinced that
tomorrow will be different and I’ll be eager to start. But as each new day dawns I’m plagued with
the same doubts. Can I do it? What if my imagination’s dried up? I suck!
When I started out, the
writing thing was easier. My ideas were
diamonds and everything I wrote was gold.
I know better now. It’s ego
bashing, heart breaking, hard work. But
I can’t help myself.
Q. What inspires you?
A.People and the wonderful and
terrible things we do to each other and the other creatures on this
planet. I want to right all the wrongs
and make the world fair. In my books I
can do that.
Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
A. Frustrated and not fun to be
around.
Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?
A. No! I’m the boss.
But sometimes I surprise myself.
I can end up delving deeper into a character than I initially intended
becoming more interested in their journey.
Maybe that character then warrants a larger role or even a story of
their own. But I’m still the boss, I
tell you!
Q. What could you not do without when you’re writing?
A. My computer. Sorry, I wish I had a more whimsical answer. I’m left-handed. The physical act of writing has never brought
me pleasure and the results are dubious at best. I have the handwriting of a serial
killer. With a computer, my fingers can
almost keep up with my thoughts, my writing is always legible and I’m not mistaken
for a menace to society.
Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out
there?
A. The only way to guarantee
failure is to give up. Your words are
not gold. The editor is your
friend. Each sentence matters and needs
to contribute something to the story.
Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
A. Doing the same thing but with
a lot more money…and maybe a pig.
Q. Do you have a favourite quote?
“Compassion for animals is
intimately connected with goodness of character; and it may be confidently
asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man” – Arthur
Schopenhauer
Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
A. No. I suffer from laziness and crippling doubt.
Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?
A. I’ve just finished the fourth
book in my New Crescent Series. It’s a
paranormal story filled with malignant shadows, meddlesome ghosts, and all
kinds of strange goings on. It’s stewing
in its own juices right now. I’ll get
back to it for some polishing, but in the meantime I’m plotting out a story
with older main characters. Teresa has
wasted too much time thinking someone better would come along and Elliot’s wife
has declared she’s a lesbian and left him.
They knew each other in high school.
He had a big crush on her, but she just liked him “as a friend”. The tables are about to turn turn. I’m also jotting down notes for a novel
featuring characters from Saving Destiny. I was so pleased when my editor commented, “I
love Erick!” because he’s the lucky hero.
Q. And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?
Blurb:
Sloan Ridgeway and Mac Watson's fairy
tale ended in tragically-ever-after. For years they've been separated by the
grief and guilt surrounding his little sister's death. Devastated, Sloan traded
small-town Kentucky for star studded big cities and tabloid fame, but life in
the limelight was filled with emptiness and betrayal.
When one more highly publicized
broken engagement sends Sloan home to lick her wounds she comes face-to-face
with Mac. He obviously hasn't forgotten the past, but despite his antagonism,
he's more compelling than ever. To save herself the heartbreak, Sloan vows to
keep out of his way, but destiny won't let her. Desperate to rescue an abused
horse in foal, Sloan is forced to enlist Mac's help.
Working together day after day begins to reignite the
passion they once felt for each other. But is passion enough? Can Sloan and Mac
breathe new life into their malnourished hearts and prove that true love trumps
tragedy every time?
Excerpt:
“Mac?” She’d barely finished uttering the question in his name when
his hand cupped the back of her neck and his lips came crashing down on hers.
She struggled against him at first, knowing it was frustration and anger that
had instigated the kiss. But it took only a moment for Mac to ignite the heat
in her own blood and suddenly it no longer mattered to her what had
precipitated the contact. All that mattered was what fueled it—passion. She
welcomed it, with a cherry on top.
Despite the violence of his emotions, Mac still managed to kiss
with finesse and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. He held her so
tight she felt her bones might crack, but somehow he knew just how far to go
without actually hurting her. She reveled in his touch and gave as good as she
got. He pulled back slightly and she took the opportunity to suck his bottom
lip into her mouth. It was Mac who’d taught her the art of kissing and in the
intervening years she’d expanded on that knowledge. He moaned. Clawing at his
chest, trying to get her hands on more of him, Sloan groaned with frustration.
Reading her mind and coming to her rescue, he tore at his shirt, exposing his
bare chest. Not satisfied with his
nakedness alone, he pulled her T-shirt up over her bra and with adept hands
freed her sensitive breasts. Glorying in the feel of his skin, Sloan rubbed
herself against him over and over again. His hands dove into her hair and
yanked her head back. He used his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth to worship
the length of her arched neck and the softness of her breasts, making her
tremble and moan.
“Oh God, Sloan, I want…so bad…I could hurt you right now,” he said
between gritted teeth.
She heard his words over the pounding of her pulse and the roaring
want in her ears. “You won’t,” she moaned.
Sloan could feel the hard length of his arousal as he drove his
hips against hers and her hand flew to his crotch stroking his huge hardness
with firm, sure strokes. He rose up and ground against her, pushing her back in
the seat. His hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and she said a
silent word of thanks to the person who decided to put just a touch of spandex
in denim. Like some sharp shooter, with unerring accuracy, Mac found just the
right spot and touched her very core. His fingers were quick, thorough, and oh
so clever. This was the man who’d known her more intimately than anyone. Years
ago, he’d taught her how it was done. No one did it better and within moments
Sloan felt that urgent sweet rush, climbing higher ever higher until she broke
into tiny breathless fragments, throbbing, crying out his name. But for Sloan
and Mac one release wasn’t enough. He’d always been able to make her climax
over and over again with just the right pressure and movement of his fingers.
He obliterated every other man in her experience. Lost in each other, place and
time meant nothing to either of them. She wanted him inside her and knew he
wanted to be there. She tugged at the button on his pants and he grunted.
The honking of a car horn snapped them out of their passionate
oblivion. Somehow moving with lightning-quick speed, Mac protected her from
prying eyes. In that split second’s distraction, their moment of sexual
insanity was lost, gone forever. Pushing her away, as if he’d been burned, he
rebuttoned his pants. He sat frozen for what felt like a long time, but must
have been only seconds. Finally, he heaved a huge sigh. Turning his head, he
watched as she finished setting her clothing to rights.
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, but as usual managed to
avoid smoothing it. His expression wasn’t kind. “What the hell were you
thinking? You shouldn’t have touched me.” His eyes still held a raging storm as
they scanned her face. “Damn you, Sloan, I almost lost control. You should have
stopped me. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed. I could have hurt you. I’ve
never hurt a woman in my life. That’s as close as I ever want to get.”
Thanks so much for sharing your story with us, Mary Lou. Please let us know where we can find you.
In my blog on my website I
don’t just discuss writing and my books.
I offer up opinions and observations on a variety of subjects, from
Scooby Doo and tattoos to skinny jeans and three legged cats. I have a tendency to tweet about television
shows a great deal, but always with a sense of humour unless something has
really moved me then you’ll notice some passion.
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