Please welcome a fellow EC author,
Pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee and get to know her a little better, and of course, check out the excerpt below from her newest release.
Plotter or Pantser? I’m a panster, plotting doesn’t really work for me.
What makes a great hero? A flawed character. A strong man, one that’s not all good or all bad. One willing to go all out for those he loves.
Do you have anything in common with your characters? Besides the filthy language? Nah.
What item, or items, is absolutely necessary to your writing mojo? Music and iced coffee.
Coffee of tea? LOL coffee. Light and sweet.
Wine or beer? Beer.
What’s the strangest(neatest, coolest, etc) thing you’ve ever done? Get published. Hands down. Other than that I’m your average, boring Brooklynite.
Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what type(s) do you lean towards? Music is as essential to my writing as the characters. In fact, they inform much of what happens when I do write. I like any kind of music that makes me instantly think of my characters. Right now I’ve got Taylor Swift, Rascal Flatts, Daley, The Weeknd, Graffiti6 and Wale, to name a minute few on my playlist.
Who are some of your favorite authors? I love Cameron Dane, Evangeline Anderson, JR Ward, Sean Michael. I love anyone who writes the smexy.
What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon? I’m working on book three in my Brooklyn Sinners series, A Sinner Born. It’s a slow and highly emotional process for both me and the characters involved.
What do you do when you’re not writing? TV. I love it.
Sinner, Savior Blurb
Sinner or Savior? Each man has a choice to make. It should be simple. It never is. Book two in the Brooklyn Sinners series.
Gun runner Pablo Castillo has cemented his reputation in the gun trade as callous and cold-hearted. Personal feelings no longer matter, not with everyone out to make him a sacrifice on their way to the top. He remains untouchable, until a meeting with a rival gang leader and a new deal brings him face-to-face with temptation.
Dev is the right hand to a sadistic bastard out for blood and glory. He hides his true feelings of distaste for his boss, not the least of his many secrets. He could’ve sworn those secrets were safe, but after meeting Pablo he’s not so sure. The two men come together in a heated affair neither can deny, battling themselves, each other and a deadly enemy bent on spilling blood. Pablo and Dev will have to stick together or walk away from a love neither man expected to find. The choice should be simple. It never is.
Pablo Castillo strode through the doors of the damn near deserted Lindenwood Diner with his lips curled into a smirk. An hour and a half late to a meeting he set up, but he couldn’t appear too enthusiastic to those bastards. Couldn’t make them think he wanted or even needed the business they were so eager to provide.
And eager they were.
The two men sitting with their heads together in the corner booth broke off their conversation, attention zeroing in on him.
The older of the two men, Jeffery York, eyed him with open hostility in those shifty eyes. Pablo shrugged off York’s anger and focused on the man with him. Considerably younger. Longish dark hair, bit of a scruff, and tanned skin. As if he spent too much time in the sun.
Movement in his periphery made Pablo shake his head. Of course York would bring his goons.
Who in turn brought their guns.
“This is how you do business, Castillo? Making people wait for you?” York motioned and two men appeared on either side of Pablo.
He raised his hands, turning around slowly. Impersonal hands patted him down. Someone kicked the insides of his legs to spread them. Pablo held his tongue, keeping his temper in check while York’s men went through their routine.
When they finished, one of them tapped him on the shoulder, indicating permission for Pablo to approach York and Pablo murmured a sarcastic, “Thanks.” He slid into the booth opposite York and his man.
A new face.
“Who’s the pretty face?” Pablo sat back, draping his right arm over the booth divider. Sure, anyone looking in from the outside would see three men having an amiable conversation over breakfast, but looks were deceiving.
Pablo didn’t do casual, and especially with Jeffery York, he didn’t do amiable.
“I don’t like having my time wasted, Castillo.” Salt-and-pepper hair gelled down to his scalp, York grasped a knife, his knuckles ashen, and took his sweet time spreading butter over his dark toast. The man next to him didn’t speak once, sipping from a white coffee cup, eyes alert and centered on Pablo.
He should feel flattered by the attention, but all he wanted was a name. “I don’t know what you think this is, York, but I don’t do business with people I don’t know. Introduce me to pretty boy over here, or I’m walking.”
Not a bluff. York was the one in need of weapons. The weapons Pablo had.
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