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Today we are
"Romancing the Sass"
with Nana Malone !!
Welcome Nana, so great to have you here with
us. Can you tell us a little about
yourself?
Oh I’m just your average Ghanaian/American girl who
lives in sunny San Diego with an American husband who thinks my family is
crazy. My Big Fat Greek Wedding has
nothing on us. In my infinite spare
time, I chase around my two year old trying to tame her wild mane of hair, try
and corral my spunky Scottie and occasionally let my hubby pamper me.
Do real life events find their way into your
stories?
Not often. Even if I’m using real life events for
inspiration, my imagination wants to change it up a little.
Do you ever mimic family members or people you
know when you choose characters?
Lol. Of course.
That can’t be helped. As a writer
or story teller, you pay attention to how people move, how they talk. I do an excellent impression of my
mother. When I finally write that book
set back home in Ghana, I’ll be using it for sure.
Do you find yourself going back to the same
inspiration for each story or is it always something different?
Always something different. All my stories start with me wondering about
a particular situation then my mind takes hold of that scenario and runs wild.
When do you write? Early morning? During the day sometime or all
day? After the kids go to bed?
Early morning
before I’ve even brushed my teeth yet, I get 1000 words knocked out as a
general rule. Then I write when my
Bratlette goes off to preschool until she comes home.
How do you feel about marketing your book?
Not my favorite
part at all. I love my books and want to
tell people about them. But I have
feeling like I’m spamming people.
Particularly my readers and fans.
What social sites do you feel work best for
marketing?
Uhm, Let’s see,
I have gotten good results from Kindle Fire Department and Kindle Nation Daily.
Do you like to pitch stories to your publisher or
do you wait until you have written the story and have a final manuscript to
turn in?
I wait till I
have a story ready before I pitch or submit.
So many times the story I set out to write changes as I go. I like having that flexibility.
Is there any other genre that you would love to
try writing? If so, what is it? I
also write Paranormal (Superhero Romance).
I’m a geek girl at heart who has always wished for Telekinetic power.
Do you always/ever see yourself as the
heroine/hero when you write a story?
In particular with Sexy in Stilettos, the main Character Jaya was
the most like me. Seriously type A. Lol
Just for fun, I have a few personal questions,
Your Favorite 5
1) Favorite
Male Actor - Joe Mangianello (Carnegie Mellon
represent!)
2) Favorite
vehicle - Tesla
3) Favorite
way to relax - Dance
4) Favorite
ice cream – Cookies ‘n’
Cream
5) Favorite
outfit – Miniskirt with
boots. There’s something so hot about
that combo to me.
And for a bonus:
If you could pick any place in the world to live, besides where you are
now, where would it be? (Of course,
without the hindrance of jobs or money needed)
Ghana.
I’d love to be able to move back home.
Where can our readers find
you??
Is there an upcoming or current release you would
like to share with us today and where can we find it?
Yes!
Sultry in Stilettos is the second in my In
Stilettos Series.
Shy, Fantasy Event Planner, Ricca Munroe has never been
lucky in love, so when the latest in a long line of Mr. Oh So Wrongs publicly
dumps her, she focuses on her career. All she has to do to land the job of a
lifetime is work side-by-side with the one man who can break her heart.
Beckett Mills has never been in love. Personal entanglements are a recipe for
disaster—that is until one kiss from Ricca Munroe changes everything. Beckett
needs this job to fulfill a promise he made. All he has to do is resist the
seductive charms of his best friend.
Can Ricca come out of her shell to land her dream job and the love of her life?
Can Beckett trust himself enough to actually fall in love and still keep the
promise he made?
Warning: Sexy, sass talking women will make you laugh, cry and want a pair of
killer footwear.
Excerpt
“How about a kiss?”
Both of them whirled
and gaped at the unassuming photographer. Ricca’s heart skipped into a trot at
the suggestion. Even as she drew in a shuddering breath, she clamped the flare
of desire quick. No. Not ever going
to happen. That would be all kinds of fuckeduptitude. She opened her mouth for
some pat awkward response, but Beckett beat her to it.
“Yeah, no. I don’t
think so. We’re not a couple.”
The photographer held
up the camera. “It’s for the charity kiss auction. Winners of best kiss will
get twenty thousand dollars donated to their favorite charity. Are you sure you
can’t muster up a kiss?”
Ricca could practically
hear Beckett’s teeth grinding. He needed the money. He’d been dying to rehab an
old gymnasium downtown for years. Besides women, it was all he ever talked
about. Twenty thousand dollars would go miles toward rehabbing it into a
practice pool for underprivileged kids.
Never mind that she’d
only fantasized about him kissing her for a million years. But this would not be that kind of kiss, she admonished herself. It’s for charity, her inner diva whined. But one kiss from him
and she’d be in a mess of trouble. He was too much like his brother Braedon.
****
Becket’s heart thudded,
and in that breath, he leaped at the idea. Not just because of the charity
earnings. He might tease Ricca, but flirting with her was about as close as
he’d ever let himself get. She was the one relationship he couldn’t fuck up—wouldn’t fuck up. She was right. It would
ruin everything if he kissed her. But God, of the most secret wishes, it was
the one he kept closeted under lock and key and under a wardrobe trunk.
Still,
twenty grand, and he could have that pool open by the end of the year if he
busted ass. He already had a few architects he wanted to take a look at the
place. All he needed was the start up cash—and to risk his most important
friendship for a dream. Maybe it would be fine. Maybe.
All he had to do was
kiss her. Something quick and brief enough to put a holster on any errant
fantasy that might crawl its way to the surface, but with enough dramatic flair
to win. Geez. He cleared his throat. Maybe
if he made a joke of it, it would be okay. “Relax, Ricca. I promise you, I’m
very good.” He waggled his eyebrows for effect. Keep it nice and light.
She wrinkled her brows
as she looked between him and the photographer. “You’re kidding me, right? Beckett,
this is insane.”
“This is for charity. And I know just the charity. Help some
underprivileged kids get a pool. It’s for the kids, Ricca. I can’t help it if
you want my body.” He could only wish.
She scoffed. “You’re an
idiot.”
“That may be true, but
your man has a point. The charity kiss auction has been a Westhorpe Gala
tradition for thirty years.” Adele Westhorpe, the hostess and billionaire hotel
magnate, interjected as she strolled up to them, looking regal in her shimmer
and diamonds. “Besides,” she added, “You’re standing under the mistletoe. You
almost have to kiss at this point.”
Beckett looked up, and
his heart kicked again. When he glanced back at the old lady, he would have
sworn there was a knowing look in her eye, but it was gone just as soon as he
noticed it, replaced by an impassive stare. He cleared his throat. “It’s not me
you have to convince.” He inclined his head at Ricca. “I’m afraid she thinks
I’m beneath her.”
Ricca slapped him on
the arm. “Would you stop?” She huffed a breath. “Fine. But if you’re going to
kiss me, make it good for the camera. Some kids need a pool, or so someone
tells me.”
Beckett watched as
Ricca licked her full lips. His body jerked and went rigid. Shit. Breathe. His fingertips tingled with the urge to touch her. In so
many ways this was a huge mistake. In so many ways this could ruin everything.
Too bad he didn’t care.
Ricca looked from side
to side. “Okay, let’s do this.”
He looked over at Adele
Westhorpe, who wore a beatific smile. Fine.
He could do this. Stepping into Ricca, he inhaled her scent. Something lemony
and sweet. As familiar to him as his own cologne.
She tipped her head up
and gave him a wry smile. “Why do you look terrified?”
He hadn’t had to think
through the mechanics of a kiss so much since he was sixteen. Beckett wrapped
an arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. She leaned back, and
wide, honey-brown eyes stared up at him. He swallowed hard as he walked himself
through the technical mechanics. Lean
over. Hold her tight. Angle your head. Place lips on hers.
The instant electric
sparks made his brain fuzz. All he heard was the blood rushing through his
head. Immediately, they pulled their lips apart and just stared. Under his
fingertips, he felt her racing pulse, and his eyes widened. She’d felt it too?
She puffed out a tiny
breath, and he smelled champagne and mint mixed with her lemony scent. He
couldn’t have predicted what would happen next. When her lips parted, cohesive
thought didn’t even factor. He slid his lips against hers again. Her breath
mingled with his and his tongue sought hers. When she tentatively met his
tongue with hers, he devoured her. Clamping a hand behind her neck, he held her
in place. His hands shifted from her waist to her ass. He held her against him
and groaned when her hands tentatively went to his face. The soft, generous
curves of her breasts pressed into his chest.
She made a soft mewling
sound, and he immediately deepened the kiss as a low growl rumbled deep in his
chest. His libido roared to attention, and his erection throbbed against his
tuxedo pants. In this moment, it was him and Ricca, alone and both willing and
ready to do something carnal and dirty and—No,
they weren’t alone. And he wasn’t kissing some random chick he’d picked up in a
bar. He was kissing Ricca.
His brain gave the
command to remove his hand from her ass, but his body rebelled against the instruction.
Ricca didn’t help matters when her hands shifted from his face and fisted into
the hair at the nape of his neck. An errant thought intruded into his lust-filled
haze. Is she pulling you in, or is she pulling
you away? Shit.
He straightened and pulled
her upright, separating them. He took a deliberate step away and met her gaze. Her
lips, plump and juicy, parted just a little. Her dark eyes were heavy lidded,
and her pupils dilated. His body screamed to go back for more.
Ricca blinked, opened
her mouth to speak, then shut it again. Beckett racked his brain but didn’t
have the words for what they’d just done. After all there wasn’t a Hallmark for
this kind of thing. Sorry I just kissed
you like you were some bar girl I picked up in Pacific Beach.
“Well, if that doesn’t
win best kiss, I’m dying to witness what does.” Adele Westhorpe looked pleased
with herself.
Beckett’s fingers
twitched, and he still felt the tingles in his feet. There it was, the
inevitable urge to flee. Far and fast, away from anything important and
serious. But he couldn’t just walk away from her. “Ricca, I—”
She quickly averted her
eyes. “I—um. I’m just going to go. I’ll see you later.”
Beckett watched as she
nearly ran in the opposite direction.
“Are you just going to
let her walk away?” asked Adele.
“I don’t really have a
choice.”
Nana thanks so much for being here with us!
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