Natascia Hellion Luchetti: author & translator

Natascia Luchetti is a translator for Italian publisher Delrai Edizioni. She worked on my Traveling Series books, sending me messages as she read, telling me she laughed or cried, enjoying what she called ‘the poetry’ of the language. I knew then that I’d been very, very lucky with Delrai’s choice of translator. But maybe that’s because she’s also an author in her own right.

She also translated my first book with Stu Reardon, Undefeated, that became Invincible in Italian. After months of exchanging emails and messages, we finally met in Rome in the summer of 2017.

Author and translator: how do her dual roles work?

 

 

Your language skills are amazing! When did you start learning English? 

I started learning English during Elementary School, but it was just a game at the time. I started loving this language when I was attending the Medium School, but I began using it when I was 15. I met a Finnish young man and I needed English to communicate with him. It helped me more than everything else, and I got my Cambridge FIRST Certification with no problems. It took another four years to read and translate books for my family and my friends. I got my chance to use my abilities by working in Delrai Edizioni many years later. It was a dream come true.

 

What was the first book you translated?

Officially, the first book I translated was ‘The Traveling Man’ by Jane Harvey-Berrick, but I translated more books for fun and for my friends some years ago; vampires and horror novels we couldn’t find here in Italy.

Wow! I didn’t know that! I’m honoured – thank you very much! What do you enjoy about translating?

 

What are the challenges?

Reading in English and translating is a big challenge. You’ve got to transform a text, adapt it to Italian and maintain the same efficacy, and the same harmony of its original language. English is a beautiful language, simple, direct and sometimes sharp, and you have to adapt it. This process is pretty hard, but it’s so satisfying. 

 

What books would you have liked to translate?

I’d like to translate ‘Dracula’ or ‘Frankenstein’ with an updated Italian, more readable for young people.

I’d like to translate the last books of the ‘Vampires Chronicles’ by Anne Rice. I love this author with all my heart. [Me, too, Natascia. Me, too. ‘Interview with the Vampire’ is one of my favourite books ever.]

 

Do you ever read translated books in Italian and think, ‘Ouch! That’s not great!’ How does that make you feel about your job?

I’ve read a lot of terrible translations and I decided to read those books in English because I wanted to know if they were as terrible as they seemed. Well, they weren’t. Unfortunately, Italian professional translators are not writers, they translate texts without adapting them to our language. They perform a literal translation which is not possible in that case. You can understand the meaning, but you lose the efficacy of the original version, its harmony, and the effect the author wants to communicate with his or her work. It’s a violence! And there’s another big problem;  Italian Publishing Houses have haste to publish and don’t check or edit the translated novels as they should. The most translated genre is Erotic Romance, you know, and Publisher Houses want to make money as soon then they can. I know it’s a sharp answer, but it’s the cruel reality. 

 

How did you start working for Delrai Edizioni and when was that?

I was a published author by Delrai Edizioni, with my first gothic novel ‘Dracula’, when Malia [Delrai] made me read the plot of ‘The Traveling Man’. “Man!” I said, “It’s amazing!” I asked her if I could help and I did a short trial. Malia was satisfied by my work, so I began translating the series.  It has been a so gratifying work. Thank you!

Thank YOU! I loved getting all your messages while you were translating – it was so heartening to know that you understood the story; you understood me.

 

How important is a good translator? 

The translator must know how to write a book. You cannot translate a novel just to show the meaning of the sentences. You must live the text, make it yours and translate it as a novel, not as a shopping list. A novel is a piece of art, it has a meaning, and must transmit emotions. So you have to do your best to keep the beauty and the power of the original text. If you can’t do this, change job.

 

As well as a translator, you’re also an author. Tell us about the books you’ve written.

I’m a mainly a gothic author. I’m in love with vampires, ghosts, monsters and angels stuff. I love horror, dark and gloomy settings, I love legends and myths. I adore monsters and I like to give them lost or forgotten humanity. I wrote about Dracula in ‘Dracula: Love Never Dies’. I shifted sides with Van Helsing in ‘Van Helsing: Blood Never Lies’, and now I’m working in an apocalyptic world during a war between evil angels and hunted devils, which will come very soon. 

What is the most rewarding part of being a writer?

Being loved by people. Reviews, feedbacks, love messages for your work well done. This is the best part of the game.

 

As a writer, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud?

I’m proud of all I have written, but the hardest work of mine is Van Helsing’’ because I wrote it twice and I grew up a lot in the process.

 

What do you want to achieve next? 

I dream to keep on writing, satisfying myself and all the people who are following my work. It’s a simple achievement,  I know. I don’t dream fame or glory, I dream to transmit emotion with better and better works. 

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life / about writing?

Do what makes you happy and satisfies you, the best will follow. 

 

What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event?

My readers are so affectionate. They’re not many but they’re the sweetest and most sensitive people I know. My favourite event was Tempo di Libri in Milan in 2017. Delrai Edizioni had just published my ‘Dracula’ and people came to meet me. I was so excited. I cried so many times! It’s a sweet memory. 

 

Do you think writers are different to other people? Are we observers? Creators? 

Writers are like sponges. They absorb everything, feeling and observing with attention. They use the real world, they manipulate it and they create a new, particular world to tell something to real people. We are both observers and creators. We’re also dreamers. In our deep, we hope that our created world can be partially realized.  

 

Have you ever written with a friend? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons?

I love writing with another author. I love to think to the story and the characters with someone else. It’s a very difficult process to do with someone you know well as author, because when I write, I put my soul in creating the project. The first scrap is imperfect, and I like to discuss it with someone I trust as a writer. It’s beautiful to share ideas and also weaknesses to surpass them.

 

Do you think the Italian romance market is different compared to, say, the US market?

I don’t know well the US market but I know that Erotica sells a lot, more than Romance. Italy is just aping this aspect of US market. Sex sells well, better if badly written, trashy and full of bad names. It’s a sad thing. I see very good authors being unseen because of mercenary writers who complete an uninteresting novel to earn some easy money. This is when writing is no more art but a business.

 

We tend to think of Italians as very passionate with a love of life. Do you think that’s true?

Italian people are no more like this. 50’-60 ’ Italy was as you may think. The “Bel Paese”, made by loving and passionate people is changed in a cold place of indifference, as all the developed countries. We’re distracted by the US traditions and we lost our identity. We became a weak country, as for economy as for national identity. There are exceptions, of course. Many families are tied to the traditions, especially in southern Italy. If you’re searching for “Italian-ness”, you’ll find it in Naples more than other places. 

 

Tell us a surprising or unusual fact about living and working in Italy.

Writing in Italy is considered a pure hobby, not work. People think that you’re a time-waster and nothing more. This art is considered useless by most Italian people. Kids are bullied because of their love for books. It’s a very sad story.

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

I love Italy a lot so I think I’ll stay here. I was wondering about transferring to Romania, but I’m undecided about it.

 

What is your philosophy in life?

Dream big and never give up. It’s hard but you cannot only survive, you must live.

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Stubborn, sensitive, dreamer.

 

How would your best friend describe you?

I hope the same way I did.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

An Owl. Sitting silently on a branch in the deep forest of my thoughts.

 

Most likely to say… 

The darkest hour is the one preceding the dawn. (P. Cohelo)

 

Least likely to say…  

I don’t believe in a judgment given without knowing something or someone. 

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Black, blue and grey, dark red, sometimes; these are gothic colours, the only one I wear, usually.

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up?

Writing a homicide.

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with?

Rainy day, me in my house with my beloved ones. I’m writing while they’re living.

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine?

Mountains and snow, definitely.

 

What message would you like to give to the people who read your books? Either your original works or in translation?

Everyone is worth being listened to. 

 

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CHAPTER ONE ~ GYM OR CHOCOLATE?

Gym or Chocolate? 

A feel-good romantic comedy from the authors of Undefeated and Model Boyfriend, Stuart Reardon & Jane Harvey-Berrick, releases 13th September

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Now available for pre-order, Gym or Chocolate will be in KindleUnlimited

Career girl and radio host hotshot Cady Callahan has never met a chocolate she didn’t love. She has curves and doesn’t care.

She’s shocked when a raffle ticket bought to support a veterans charity means she’s won a year’s membership to Body Tech, an exclusive Manhattan gym, where all the top athletes train and all the A-list actors go to get in shape for their action roles. She’s also won a personal trainer in the shape of far too tantalizing Rick Roberts.

Rick is less impressed when Cady’s arrival leads to a media circus. The retired British rugby ace runs a serious training facility, and he definitely doesn’t have time for anyone who doesn’t want to work hard.

When curvy Cady challenges him to train her to run a marathon by the end of the year, it seems a solution to both their problems. If … when she drops out of training, his gym will go back to normal.

But Cady isn’t planning on losing the bet—she just wasn’t counting on any complications. And surly Rick is very complicated. And as tempting as the tastiest treat.

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Chapter 1

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Cady

“Always a pleasure, New York! Live long and prosper! This is Cady Callahan, the Face of Radio, saying ciao for now from Morning Munchies at XKL Radio.”

Pow!

I flicked the switch and the little red light stopped blinking at me, which meant I was officially off the air, another successful live radio broadcast under my belt.

“Great show, Cady,” said Oliver, my producer, giving me two thumbs up.

Leaning back in my roller chair, I gave him a tired wave, then lifted off my headhones, yawning. I rubbed my eyes while I fumbled for my coffee cup, my fourth latte of the morning. Ugh. Cold. Oh well, caffeine was caffeine, so I slurped it down. At least my last remaining donut was still fresh. I inhaled the rest of it, licking my fingers clean of the crumbs and lemon-glazed sugar—the best part, in my humble opinion.

I was lying.

I was never humble.

I was a kickass woman, holding her own in the male-dominated world of morning radio and my listener figures were constantly climbing. Yah-boo to all the asswads who said I’d never make it.

I rubbed my eyes again, yawning so widely I was in danger of dislocating my jaw. There was a price to be paid for being on air from 6am to 9am, five days a week, especially since it meant getting up at 4am every stinking day Monday thru Friday. I was a professional: I didn’t just roll into the studio and talk drivel for three hours. I read all the daily papers and news sites, looking for topical stories, guests with something interesting to say; and every week, I had a themed show which required a ton of research, most of which I did myself, since the station’s researchers were overworked, underpaid, and mostly harried.

“Your fat ass stuck in that chair or what?” sneered Jerry Winters, the resident misogynist who followed my show—a man so vile, he brought out the homicidal maniac in most people, especially me. He hated the fact that I’d gotten the fast lane of morning radio, and he’d been sidelined into the slow lane of pre-lunchtime chat.

Thank you, karma.

I smiled sweetly.

“Aw, Jerry! Did someone wake up with a pineapple stuck in his rectum or is it just the way you walk?” I leaned in closer, careful not to breathe in anywhere near his halitosis. “Yes, my ass is fat but I should warn you … I ate the last person who commented on it.”

Then I snapped my teeth at him, making him jump.

I laughed as I sauntered away, amused by his huffy comment, “so unprofessional”.

I had a thousand comebacks for guys like him, guys who thought they could upset me by commenting on my weight. Screw him, or rather not. I had a great job, fabulous friends, as much sex as I wanted (thank you, Tinder), an apartment that cost me an arm and two legs but had an awesome view almost to Central Park, and I was comfortable in my own skin. That’s what guys like him could never understand—I didn’t give a rat’s ass what he thought of me.

Sure, as a kid, I’d endured all the size-ist comments, starting with my own family.

Grandma Callahan’s favorite phrase was, “You’ve got such a pretty face.” Which, as every curvy girl knows, was code for, it’s a shame the rest of you is so fat.

Davy, my brother had several nicknames for me, including The Incredible Bulk or Gut Bucket, depending on how sweet he was feeling. I still felt bad about the scar through his eyebrow that I gave him as a reply. Nah, not really: I felt awesome every time I remembered the black-purple-and-green bruise that had gone with it, plus four stitches from the local ER.

At Thanksgiving dinner when I was a Junior in high school, Nana Dubicki announced, “Boys won’t date a fat girl because those girls have no self-control.”

I didn’t like to point out that most teenage guys prefer a girl who has no self-control, especially my boyfriend at the time, Carl Jenson, but Nana had high blood pressure and a Pacemaker, so I simply smiled and helped myself to another piece of pumpkin pie.

Mom winked at me and pushed the jug of whipped cream closer. She was a survivor of her mother’s beauty pageant ambitions back in the day, and was now vehemently opposed to forcing that regime on young girls. She also had a selection of her favorite quotes from Fat is a Feminist Issue for every occasion.

But Dad’s brother, my Uncle Gerald, made a comment that became my all-time favorite: “Never mind, honey, you have a great face for radio.”

Yeah, thanks, Uncle G.

But I had the last laugh on that because I used it as my sign-off on the show every day. Dad told me that Uncle G still cringes when he hears me say it.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Just sayin’.

Oliver grinned at me as I passed his booth. He didn’t have much time for Jerry the Jerk either.

As I collected my coat and bag from my desk, Monica, one of the runners, dropped an envelope in front of me.

“Your tickets for the fundraiser tonight. You’re so lucky!”

I groaned and massaged my temples. I’d completely forgotten that I’d been volunteered to represent XKL at a charity event tonight. Personally, I’d rather write a check and donate that, instead of spending my evening eating canapes the size of quarters and trying to make small talk. I was getting gas at the thought of it.

But the charity was for veterans, and since Davy was now—against all the odds—a grown up, and had become an Army Ranger, it was something close to my heart.

I brightened at the thought that there might be some sexy soldiers at the event. There’s nothing like a man saluting you first thing in the morning while he’s wearing nothing but his dog tags and a big smile. Oorah!

Unfortunately, the fundraiser was eight till midnight, which meant that by the time I’d get home and fall into bed, I’d have maybe three hours before I had to get up again to go to work.

I loved doing the morning show, but it wreaked havoc with my social life.

Monica was still watching me wistfully.

“You know that Jamie Dornan is going to be there, right?” she sighed.

“Yeah?” I said, suddenly feeling full of perk. “Who else is on the guest list?”

“Does anyone else matter?”

“Probably not,” I grinned, “but humor me.”

“I thought you’d ask,” she said, handing me a piece of paper. “So I made a list of the good, the bad and the ugly: two senators, the Mayor, that woman who’s running for Queens DA, several B-list actors, that guy who runs the gym where all the celebs train, a couple of reality stars including that British beotch who does the Fuglies Instagram page, and did I mention that Jamie Dornan will be there?”

I smiled at her enthusiasm as I read through the guest list. There were definitely some potential interviewees for Morning Munchies. Maybe the evening wouldn’t be a bust after all.

“Good work, Monica. Since I’ll be going stag, you want my spare ticket?”

Her mouth fell open.

“Shut the door! You want me to be your Plus One?”

“Well, you’re not really my type, since you don’t have a penis, but sure! It would be a shame to waste the ticket.”

“Oh my God! You are my favorite human being ever!” she cried out, throwing her arms around my neck.

“I thought that was Jamie Dornan?” I called after her as she hurried away, muttering about manicures and lady-waxing.

“He’s a god!” she yelled. “So you’re still my favorite human!”

Happy she was happy, I took the elevator to the lobby, then put two fingers in my mouth to let out a piercing whistle. A yellow cab skidded to the curb and drove me the seven blocks to my insanely beautiful and insanely expensive apartment.

I needed to nap for a few hours if I was going out tonight.

The Plaza Hotel, situated proudly on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 58th Street, seemed to glitter and sparkle as hundreds of camera flashes illuminated the guests arriving for the fundraiser.

My limo joined the line of congealing traffic that oozed towards the red carpet spilling across the sidewalk. I sat back, enjoying the rare luxury, grateful that the radio station had chosen to transport me in style.

I smoothed the shimmering red dress over my thighs and tried to avoid touching my carefully coiffed hair. After my nap, I’d spent the afternoon primping, even though yoga pants and a messy bun were more my style. But once in a while, I enjoyed the whole rigmarole of dressing up. I’d learned enough tricks from Mom to be able to curl and style my hair, as well as wearing clothes that played to my assets. I had two: my boobs and my eyes. Or maybe that’s four, since I have two boobs and two eyes. Or maybe that’s three assets, since I only had one cleavage, unless you count my butt cleavage … moving on…

I knew how to dress and accessorize, I just chose not to do it very often. But when I did—go big or go home. And because I had dark hair and blue eyes that were almost violet, I rocked the hell out of a scarlet dress. And yes, I did say so myself, because if you wait for a man to give you a compliment, you can be waiting for a frosty day in Hell, and frankly, life is too short.

Stepping onto the red carpet, I smiled and waved, propping a hand on my hip, one foot slightly forward, as Mom had taught me. Nothing sells sexy like confidence. I was a big woman, curvy, lots of wobbly bits, all tits, ass and attitude. Most men didn’t know how to handle me.

I grinned widely when Jamie Dornan walked up behind me on the red carpet, looking edible in a tux. Monica was going to pitch a fit—or be mute. Never could tell which way it would go with her.

“Jamie, hi! Cady Callahan from XKL Radio. Congratulations on your new addition to the family!”

“Thank you, uh, Cady.”

“I’d love to interview your wife, Amelia, next time she’s in New York. Perhaps you could give her my card? My listeners would love to hear about how she manages to look so fabulous while bringing up three children.”

He looked puzzled, bless him.

I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a confidential whisper.

“No offence, but you must do a gazillion interviews every day. I’d like to talk to the power behind the throne.”

He smiled, showing perfect teeth, and his eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I think Amelia would agree with that. But she doesn’t do interviews unless it’s about her music…”

“If she’d like to make an exception, I’d love to talk to her about being the child of actors, working in the industry and then leaving it behind for music. And being a mom.”

I handed him my card and he placed it in his pocket with a bemused look on his face.

“Selfie?” I asked hopefully.

Being the pro that he was, he only nodded and smiled. And being the pro that was, I didn’t intrude on him any longer, ‘cause there’s nothing more annoying than someone who doesn’t know when to leave.

I hadn’t been blowing smoke either—I built my listener tribe by giving them human interest stories, not just celebrities. Although if Jamie accompanied his wife to the interview, who was I to stop him?

Half my job was about networking, and I never knew when my efforts would be rewarded.

Like all people who worked in the media field, I was well aware that fundraisers were as much about publicity and networking opportunities as supporting a charity: either way, it meant work. It didn’t matter whether it looked like a hell of a party or if there was free champagne, there was still flesh to press, people to impress, or maybe even remind of your existence.

I was the queen of networking and worked the room industriously, managing to extract promises of interviews from a number of fascinating people.

Yeah, sure, I could sit back and wait for PR teams to contact me when their clients had new movies/books/TV shows to promote and/or scandals to brush over, but I found that my most interesting interviews were when there was nothing in particular to promote, because then I’d be more likely to get to the real person, not just regurgitate the current hype.

Across the room I saw Monica chatting with a guy in uniform. Well, flirting. I knew that she’d completely missed my moment with her favorite pin-up, otherwise she’d have zoomed over to get the scoop. Oh well. I’d show her my selfie with Jamie tomorrow.

Besides Monica’s man-of-the-moment, there were at least a couple dozen more military guys, but all of them seemed to be with wives or girlfriends. Still, I made my way over to a guy in a wheelchair when I noticed the tan beret that identified him as a member of the 75th Ranger Regiment, the same as my brother.

I chatted to Corporal Stevens and his wife for a while, also warming them up to the idea of coming on my show. When I mentioned Davy’s name, they recognized it but didn’t know him personally. It definitely helped in getting them to trust me. I had a lot of time for men and women who’d served our country.

After a while, my feet started to hurt. I wasn’t used to wearing heels for any length of time, so I headed to the bathroom for a break. On the way, I stopped to buy a bunch of raffle tickets for the fundraiser and stuffed them in my ruby-red clutch. Usually, I was a coach purse woman, but I was a sucker for a Barneys’ sale—and it was so pretty!

The bathroom was quiet and calm, an oasis of peace away from the crowded ballroom.

But standing at the mirror was a woman I vaguely recognized. I watched her reapply a bright pink lipstick that was a little too Barbie for my taste.

When she caught me watching her, I smiled. She scowled, I think, but since her forehead didn’t move, it was hard to tell.

“What the fuck are you staring at?”

My eyebrows shot upwards as her aggressive tone sank in along with her British accent.

“I was dazzled by your beauty, but then you spoke.”

Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

She really could use a wider vocabulary.

“Oh, it’s just fascination of the appallingly rude,” I said blandly. “I’m doing a study on linguistic pragmatism and wondered if you were trying to vent negative feelings.”

“What are you talking about, you fat cow?”

I laughed loudly. Rude people hate it when you do that.

“Fat? Oh, honey! Real men like curves. Only dogs like bones.”

She swore again and flounced from the room. Obviously, she hadn’t graduated from charm school.

But I was grateful to her, I really was. She’d given me the next theme for my show—dealing with rude people. I made a quick note on my phone and smiled to myself.

And although she’d seemed familiar before, I was now able to put a name to the botoxed face: Molly McKinney. She was a British reality TV ‘star’ who’d once been engaged to somebody famous. I felt an affinity with the guy who’d been smart enough not to marry her. She courted infamy and controversy, and had started an Instagram account where she poured scorn on anyone who didn’t fit her idea of attractive. It was charmingly named ‘Fuglies’. Depressingly, she had over three million followers.

Still deep in thought, I exited the bathroom, nearly crashing into a guy walking in the other direction. Luckily, he skidded out of the way in time.

“Ooh, sorry! Good reflexes, by the way!”

“You should watch where you’re going,” he said roughly.

Another Brit with a bad attitude? What the heck was going on today? My hackles rose. Couldn’t he take an apology?

“I could look where I’m going,” I smiled at him, “but then I’d have missed out on our brief but fun encounter.”

He blinked in surprise then carried on walking without bothering to reply.

I shook my head, following his tall figure with my eyes, then wondering whether I’d done enough grip and grin for the radio station this evening and could duck out before the raffle draw. It wasn’t like I ever won anything at these events.

Ladies and gentlemen! If I could have your attention for a moment—the raffle draw is about to start in the ballroom.

Damn it!

Pasting a smile on my face, I forced my poor, tortured feed to make a U-turn and headed back inside.

Cabaret-seating had been set up while I was doing my part for world peace, and with a sigh of pleasure, I saw that the buffet table was free of people for the first time all evening. I intended to load up a plate then settle into the nearest available seat to watch the raffle prizes being handed out.

The CEO of the charity tapped the microphone, then made a short speech, talking about the work they did with and for veterans, followed by thanking the long list of sponsors.

I hid a yawn as I placed three shrimp rolls onto my plate and tried not to think about my lovely King-size bed and down pillows waiting for me at home.

“And the winner of an all-expenses vacation to the exclusive White Sands resort in Bermuda, is ticket number 232.”

Nope. Not even close.

Ooh! Mini vol-au-vents!

“And the winner of a case of vintage Moët & Chandon champagne is ticket 743.”

Nope.

Ooh! Tiny chocolate pies with glacé cherries!

“And the winner of a hot stones massage at Vassilly’s Spa Hotel in the Hamptons is…”

Me! Me! Me!

“…ticket 431.”

Bummer. I sighed as an older woman in a Chanel gown accepted the prize, smiling at the waiting photographers.

Who was I kidding? I never won anything.

Ooh! Were those mini pumpkin pies with whipped cream on the top? Be still my beating heart!

I picked one up and placed it in my mouth, moaning as the rich flavors hit my taste buds.

“And the winner of a year’s membership to…”

I zoned out as my eyes rolled backwards with pleasure.

“…plus a year’s training from owner Rick Roberts, goes to … ticket 677.”

There was a smatter of applause followed by a long silence as people turned restlessly in their chairs, trying to see the winner.

I froze mid chew, my eyes widening. Shit! Shit! Shit!

I swallowed, nearly choking, and felt my eyes tear up as I coughed.

The spotlight swung around the room like a searchlight. Weakly, I raised my hand. What was it I’d won? And why the hell was everyone laughing?

“Rick, would you like to come up here and personally present the year’s membership to Body Tech—and meet your newest fitness client?”

Noooooooo! Of all that was holy, unholy and plain damn unfair!

My cheeks flamed as I understood why everyone was laughing. And despite all of my confidence, all of my personal and professional achievements, I was no longer a successful 36 year-old woman. I was instantly transported back to junior high when all the mean girls formed a circle and yelled at me that I was fat: fat and ugly.

A low roar of anger rose up inside me.

No! I was not going to let this crowd of morons make me feel bad.

I plastered on my best beauty-queen smile and sashayed up to the stage, swinging my wide hips and winking at the crowd.

I strutted the length of the ballroom, waving at the people applauding and laughing loudly. Oh yes, very hilarious—the fat woman had won a year’s membership to a gym so exclusive, the waiting list was more than a year-long.

As I approached the stage, smiling so widely my lips were plastered against my teeth, I realized that the grumpy man I’d nearly shoulder-barged outside the women’s bathroom was standing on the stage: Rick Roberts, the owner ofBody Tech. Six-foot plus of honed and toned body, sharp cheekbones, soft lips, dark hair ruthlessly pulled back into a man-bun, a short beard, shot through with silver, which personally I found very sexy, hinting at maturity and experience … but wow, those angry, storm-filled eyes. He stared at me with growing horror in his expression which he failed to hide as he wordlessly handed me a gift certificate.

I accepted the envelope, planting a bright red, lip-shaped imprint on his cheek, then posed for photographs.

“Nice aftershave,” I whispered to him, amused to see a dull flush redden his cheeks. “Thank you on behalf of XKL Radio,” I said more loudly, smiling and waving my prize in the air. “We’re so proud to support this amazing charity for veterans, and we thank you all for your service.”

I had every intention of gifting the membership to someone at work, someone who looked forward to the idea of masochism and machismo neatly wrapped up in a single gym visit. Maybe I’d do a giveaway on my show.

Rick and I left the stage together, the grim-faced man holding my elbow as we descended the four steps. It was a gentlemanly gesture, but I wanted his condescending hands the hell off of me.

No matter how good he smelled.

Or how hot he looked in a custom tux.

I noticed that the blonde woman from the bathroom, Molly McKinney, was sitting at a table near the front of the stage.

Her narrowed gaze was pinned to me and her lip curled up.

“Seriously! You’ve won a gym membership?!” and she laughed loudly and obnoxiously, as several people at the same table copied her. Then she fluttered her false eyelashes at Rick. “Long time no see, Ricky babe. Looks like you’ll be scraping the bottom of the Z-lister barrel this time with her,” and she laughed again.

Besides me, Rick frowned and he dropped his grip on my elbow, but stayed silent.

I continued to smile brightly, but was fuming inside.

Don’t be a bitch should be the 11th Commandment.

Why couldn’t people just be nice? I had guests on my show all the time whose opinions I disagreed with, but I was never unkind or derogatory, never demeaning or bitchy. I left that to shock-jock DJs who had a stick up their ass and something to prove.

I ignored them all and walked past the bitchy table, surprised when I realized that the gym owner, Rick Roberts was still following me.

I paused, giving him a chance to catch up while I faked another smile.

“Imagine bumping into you twice in one day! It must be fate.” I leaned toward him confidentially, hoping to get another whiff of his delicious aftershave. “But don’t worry, I won’t be polluting the hallowed halls of your fitness center. I’ll gift the prize to someone else, someone who’d actually enjoy torturing themselves in your emporium of exercise.”

“You talk a lot,” he said with another scowl. “Are you saying that you don’t want the membership?”

“Got it in one!”

“Of course she won’t be going to Body Tech,” said the Molly-bitch, sidling up to us, clearly having overheard every word. “What would a fat arse like her do in a gym?”

Rick glowered down at her.

“A healthy lifestyle is for everyone,” he said curtly.

Was he defending me? For some reason, that was surprising.

Healthy? Yeah, right! Like you’d want to train that?” she laughed loudly, pointing an inch-long talon in my face.

“He’s just dying for the chance to train me,” I said with a smirk. “I can tell that he’s the type of man who loves a challenge.”

“You said you were giving away the membership?”

Rick frowned at me, draining every ounce of sympathy that I’d briefly had for him as Molly sniggered.

“Am I too much woman for you, Rick?” I asked, a spike of steel in my flirty tone.

His narrowed eyes glared at me.

“I only train people who are serious,” he snapped. “People who are committed, who’ll work hard.”

Now he was pissing me off.

“Listen, Dick…”

“It’s Rick!”

“Dick suits your personality.”

His scowl deepened as my anger mounted.

“You think I don’t know hard work? You think I don’t know commitment? I get up at 4am five days a week to do a live three-hour show. I haven’t missed one in four years. Dick.”

Molly sniggered again.

“He didn’t want to see your enormous arse in spandex anyway.”

Rick didn’t disagree, and my patience was worn thin. In fact, it was transparent.

“Well, Dick, if you’re such a damn good trainer, no doubt you’ll have me running a marathon within a year, won’t you? Luckily for both of us, I have better things to do with my time.”

“I can train anyone who’s prepared to put in the hours,” he snapped. “Even you!”

“Well, gee! Just sign me up for the New York Marathon, Tarzan!”

Smirking, Molly raised her phone and snapped a photo of me and Rick, nose to nose, glaring at each other.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “You, run a marathon? Are pigs learning to fly, or is it fat cows learning to run?”

And she turned on her heel and slithered away.

“Such a sweet, charming personality,” I said, smiling dangerously. “Maybe her mother loves her.”

“I doubt it,” said Rick, with an edge to his voice.

“Well, don’t worry about it, big guy,” I said, patting his arm. “I wasn’t being serious and I am going to gift the membership, so you don’t need to worry. Nice meeting you. I think.”

Yawning my head off, I texted my driver that I was ready to leave. I wanted my bed. I’d wanted it four hours ago.

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

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MORE ABOUT STUART

I’ve had four major surgeries as a result of my rugby career—three operations to repair torn Achilles tendons, and a torn rotor cuff in my shoulder that ultimately ended my professional rugby career.

Coming back from injury and surgery is a long, slow process. Keeping a level of fitness during recovery isn’t easy, and rehab after is tough. So for me, exercise and working out at the gym is more than just getting fit, it’s a way of life.

And then there’s the completely different issue of getting lean for a photoshoot like for this cover—especially when your co-author is a bad influence and travels everywhere with chocolate. I really enjoy a good quality dark chocolate, and yep, I had to cut that out to drop a few pounds for the cover shoot. Feel my pain?!

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MORE ABOUT JHB

For years (decades), I told myself that I didn’t like gyms and even though I joined several with the best intentions, I stayed away. I lived in London and walked four miles a day to and from Tube stations, so that seemed like enough. I often had an aching back and shoulders, and sometimes sciatic pain, too. I put it down to having a desk job, even though I was only in my twenties.

When I moved from London to live by the ocean, I began a love affair with swimming—and there’s nothing like swimming in a cold ocean! I walked my little dog every day and felt better, but with turning to writing full-time, there were still a lot of hours spent at a desk.

Then I got really sick. The death of my father was a stressful time, as you can imagine, but it became worse when it triggered Rheumatoid Arthritis in me. Suddenly, I was using walking sticks to get around, sometimes a wheelchair, and often crippled with pain. All the usual drugs helped, and I began to regain mobility slowly. But the turning point for me was joining a gym, and realising what I’d been missing out on all these years.

Nothing happens overnight, and it was a process of simply keeping going two to three times a week to feel the benefits—and I did. I was happy, my family was happy, even my doctor was happy.

Exercise doesn’t cure RA, but it certainly helps.

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Ker Dukey: Author

I first met this smashing gal at book event in London and again in Edinburgh, and at several other signings since. It’s always a pleasure to have my bottom pinched by this absolute doll. Love this naughty gal, and she always makes me laugh.

 

You can meet Kerry at RARE in London on 21st September 2019.

 

Kerry Duke or Ker Dukey? What’s with that? Do you have a split personality? (Asking for a friend)

Haha! I remember when I first met you, and you said my name Dookay, and it hit me that it sounds completely different the way it’s pronounced in the US. 

 

Ker Dukey is just my nickname that I was known by in the industry and pronounced Juke-E, so I thought it made sense to keep it as my author name. I wish I’d gone with my full name, but it’s stuck now.  

 

When did you start to feel like a writer? 

I think for me, it was my first signing when I met some of my readers for the first time in person. They were so passionate about my stories. It brought it home that the worlds and characters we create go on in some way to live on in every person who reads our books. It’s mind-blowing.

 

What is the most rewarding part of being a writer?

Meeting my readers! I’m so lucky to have some of the most incredible readers in the world. I can never express how grateful I am for them. Their love and passion for my books drives me to keep creating worlds for them to lose themselves in.

 

As a writer, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud?

Oh, that’s so tough. I’d say, Empathy.  Those characters gave me so much inspiration and were so exciting to write and explore my darker, darker side.  It was also my first International bestseller and was my first title to be translated into other languages.

 

What do you want to achieve next? 

Everything. World domination. I joke, I joke. I have some exciting projects in the works and want to keep growing as an author and creator.

I look forward to having more titles translated into foreign languages and Audio. Attend international signings. I’m looking forward to seeing what the future brings.

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life / about writing?

You can’t please everyone! Be true to yourself and just your voice.

 

Is there any subject/genre that you wouldn’t want to write?

Historical, Sci fi, Non-fiction. [Shrugs]

 

What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event?

When I receive messages that say my book helped them in some way. I think when you can relate to a character, it makes you feel connected in someway and less alone, and that’s powerful.

 

Do you think writers are different to other people? Are we observers? Creators? 

We are, for sure, creators. I believe our minds work differently in the sense that we’re more visionary perhaps. We see things from nothing and are always thinking. I know for me, my brain never shuts off. I dream storylines and wake up to jot ideas down. I can be in a crowded room, but in my mind, I’m on a quiet beach watching characters play out a scene. We’re never alone, an empty room to some is just that, but for a writer, there’s never an empty room.

 

You’ve written several books with K Webster? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons?

I adore K Webster, she’s a fantastic storyteller and shares a flair for the darker side of fiction like myself. I love exploring ideas with her and creating worlds. I honestly don’t have any cons. It’s super fun to co-write as you know yourself. I find we push each other to be better and learn a lot from each other. We have some incredible readers who brought us together, and I’m so grateful for them because K is one of my best friends, and our characters forever bond us. There’s something special about creating fictional worlds with someone, so it has to be the right pairing, in my opinion, to translate onto the pages. I got very fortunate.

[The Dolls series had me looking under the bed and in the wardrobe before bedtime—just sayin’: JHB]

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

Hopefully, happy, healthy, and living my best life. I hope to have many more stories out there in the world and a thousand more waiting to be written.

 

What is your philosophy in life?

Try your best. 

Practice makes perfect.

Don’t be a dick. 

Be kind, understanding, and forgiving.

Love with all you are and never settle for mediocre. 

Only you can change your life. Your destiny is yours to navigate.

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Loud, caring, anxious.

 

How would your best friend describe you?

Ok, I asked K to answer this for me. K Webster: “Sweet, funny, driven.” Awwww.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

A lion. Hear me roar.

 

Most likely to say…

Fuck it.

 

Least likely to say…

I wrote a fluffy romance. 

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Red, it’s the color of blood.  Life. It’s powerful and vibrant. 

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up?

My husband and children. My kid’s laughter could cure any problem for me. They are happiness—love—everything.

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with?

With my husband doing EVERYTHING! 

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine?

I prefer the cold weather, wrapping up in blankets and cuddles, hot chocolate. Snowball fights and making snow angels. 

 

What message would you like to give to the people who read your books?

I adore you. Thank you for taking a chance on my titles. Thank you for embracing the darker side of fiction and loving the characters I create. Your love, loyalty, and enthusiasm is everything to me. I love my darKER souls.

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Daddy always told us to be careful. Not to talk to strangers, no matter how friendly they appeared.

To question everyone.

With two naïve little girls growing up in a wicked world, he wanted to educate us and explain the evil that ran rampant on the news channels.

He forced us to watch the happenings of the world far from what seemed like our own, educating us on the beasts walking the earth with faces just like ours, just like his—even in middle America.

We lived on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood in a quiet town, but that didn’t mean the monsters of the world weren’t always lurking.

They’re everywhere, he said, not just in the shadows.

He wanted us to perceive the world with narrowed eyes and closed hearts.

And so I did.

I’m my daddy’s girl, through and through—a skeptic by nature.

Suspicious. Standoffish. Untrusting.

I heeded his instructions to the letter and kept my sister and I both safe.

Until I didn’t.

Until the day my world spun, turned on its axis, and everything was stolen from us.

Or should I say, until we were stolen from the world.

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Carol Sales: Blogger, Beauty and the Beastly Books

Besties, December 2018

I first met Carol on the internet through a mutual friend and reader, Audrey Thunder six years ago—nearly seven now! At first, I didn’t even realise that Carol was Brazilian—I assumed that she was American and most readers thought I was American as many of my stories were set there. So it was a mutual misunderstanding. I was in awe when I realised that she was from Brazil and how polished her bilingual skills were.

Over the years, we became friends, and Carol became my sounding board for the industry, and someone who had her finger on the pulse far more than I did. I always seem to be the last to know gossip, but that’s another story!

We finally met in person in 2018 in Rio de Janeiro, courtesy of my Brazilian publishers Gruppo Editoria Record and The Gift Box.

I hadn’t even put any makeup on, and suddenly cameras were flashing everywhere. It was the best feeling to meet in person and hug and catch up. It felt like we’d met just the week before and were catching up—the sign of a real friend.

Thank you for your friendship, Carol.

 

First meeting over breakfast – and I haven’t put on my makeup!

What was your favourite childhood book – and why? 

I had a collection of books with audiobooks when I was child that I loved. They had some classical children’s stories and I was only allowed to listen to them after I finished reading them (that’s probably why I read so fast today). My favorite one was Little Ida’s Flowers by Hans Christian Andersen. But then I also read Pride & Prejudice as a child, so that is also a favorite of mine. Mr. Darcy raised the bar for me. 

 

Why did you become a blogger? 

The first ever book blog I came across was one called The Supernatural Snark (I’m a huge Paranormal/Fantasy books fan) and I loved it and how she shared her opinions and how she got books to read before they were released. It was my first contact with Goodreads and I decided to join it. Then I started joining a lot of groups on Goodreads and, eventually, on Facebook. Back in the day (around 7 or 8 years ago?), I loved discussing books and trading recommendations and my friends (Especially Audrey – our friend who introduced me to you) kept saying I should start my own book blog because I was very active on Goodreads and on the community. I still am, my GR shelves are legendary and I rate EVERY book I read there.

 

How did you choose the name for your blog? 

That is a funny story! Originally my blog was named “Sex & the Books” because of “Sex & the City”, one of my favorite TV shows. And then Sylvia Day came to my city and I went to meet her and was interviewed by a local newspaper. They got most of what I said wrong and published that I read 300 books a year (true) but all of them about sex (so not true!). I also kept receiving weird messages because of the name of the blog and then I decided to change the name of the blog and came up with Beauty & the Beastly Books. Beauty & the Beast is my favorite Disney movie and some of the books I read could be considered “Beastly” LMAO. And I LOVE the name of my blog, I think it’s cute. I have a secondary name for my posts in Portuguese “The Book is on the Table(t)”. “The book is on the table” is an expression used here in Brazil for people who know English (it is an old jingle for an English school) and since I read on my tablet it fits.

 

June 2018

How has blogging changed your life? 

Wow, where can I start? Blogging gave me the opportunity to make new friends amongst readers and authors. For me, it is amazing that authors (and readers) want to know my opinion on books. Also, for me, it’s the greatest honor being able to read a book before its release and through blogging not only do I get to have that, but I also get to help authors with proofreading, translations and so forth. It’s because of my years in the community that I became an actual book translator, one of my dreams. (The other is to finally finish one of my own books – but it’s coming.) Blogging changed my life in so many ways, it gives me what I love most: reading amazing books, recommending them to other readers, helping out authors and connecting with fellow book lovers.

 

You’re fluent in English and Portuguese, but most of the books you review are English-language. Why is that? 

I’ve always been a very avid reader, but I started reading in English because waiting for the books to come to my country would take forever. And back then, the indie authors weren’t being signed here yet (and also there weren’t that many publishers signing them as there are now). When indie authors started emerging, I met some friends through Goodreads and joined reader groups on FB and discovered a lot of new books and new authors. Back then, I’m pretty sure I was the only Brazilian in most of the groups reading indie books in English (the groups were a lot smaller than they are now). Now, I simply prefer to read books in English because it’s the original language of most of the books I read, and I prefer that to the translations. Not that there’s anything wrong with translated books (although some translations aren’t great), but some things are lost in translation. Plus, I usually think in English more often than not (it comes with the fluency) so it is more natural to me. One funny thing though, I definitely prefer to read the hotter scenes in English than in Portuguese (I find some of the words to be less crass in English haha).

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about life? 

That we should choose our “opponents” in life. Fighting the world is impossible, since the world is so much bigger than us, so we should learn to live life fully instead of fighting the world in every corner of our lives. Also to let go, which is very hard for me because I’m a control freak and I have anxiety.

 

“It’s war, baby!” Carol Vitali and Carol Sales fighting over Stu Reardon!
Rio, December 2018

 

What is your favourite reader experience? Do you ever get into arguments with readers, because we’re all passionate about our favourite books! 

My all-time favorite reader experience is the rush I feel finding out what I call a “different” book. That kind of book that pulls at us and just makes it worth the read. For me those are the angsty books and I absolutely LOVE the rush they gives me. I can literally feel the rush cursing through me and I get chills reading those.  I also love when I read a book when the hero is brooding and a jerk and he realizes he hurt the heroine and wants to make up. I love discussing books, but I do it with specific people. People I know will respect our different opinions. I’ve learned not to get into arguments with readers; we are definitely a passionate bunch. Plus it will get nowhere (and once I get into an argument it goes on and on hahaha).

 

Is blogging different from reading? Can you ever just switch off and enjoy a book without thinking how you’d review it? 

Not for me, it isn’t. I usually don’t think of how I will review a book, because it comes naturally for me, I’m always honest in my opinions of books and I don’t have a minimum rating for the books I read and/or review. I don’t review all the books I read, but I do rate every one of them. For me, I don’t read books to review them, even the ones I receive specifically for that, I do it to enjoy the experience of reading them. So, thankfully, I don’t have to switch off to enjoy a book.

 

Have you ever blogged with a friend? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons? 

I haven’t, although I want to do some guest review posts on my blog. I’m more of lone writer/blogger myself.

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time? 

Well, it’s super hard for me to see myself in the future, because of how anxious I get. But I really want to have travelled more in ten years. I also want to be a college professor in Law School and work with books.

 

What is your philosophy in life? 

A lot of my perceptions have changed this year, so for now it is to enjoy the moment because although life is very precious, it’s also very fleeting.

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Passionate. Determined. Stubborn.

 

How would your best friend describe you?

Too passionate. Funny. Feisty. Fierce. STUBBORN.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

A tiger, I find them fascinating.

 

Most likely to say…

“Hell, NO!” or maybe “I’ll go!” (I always volunteer myself)

 

Least likely to say… “I wouldn’t do that…”

 

What is your favourite colour and why? 

Purple, I’ve always been drawn to it.

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up? 

Seeing my baby nieces, my family in general, talking to friends and reading a good book.

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with? 

My ideal day would be traveling. I’d like to be in London again (that city has such a pull in my heart) with family.

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine? 

I’m not really an outdoorsy person and I’ve never seen snow, so I don’t know if I’ll like it. But I do love beaches and the sunshine makes me happy (although I complain a lot of the heat, I LOVE summer).

 

What message would you like to give to the people who read your blog? 

Thank you for sticking with me and for reading my words. I haven’t been the best blogger lately, and I apologize for that, especially after putting so much work on the new website, but I will (and am) trying to be better. So please be patient with me. LOL.

Also, keep up with me on my bookstagram (bookish Instagram), because I update there more than the blog lately (that will change, I promise). And if you want to see my book ratings and reviews, Goodreads is THE place to see them; I keep it pretty tidy there.

 

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Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken

I first met Rachel Van Dyken at Shameless in Orlando 2017. I’m bummed that I didn’t get a photo with her, but to be fair, it had been a reeeeeeally long day, and I was asking for a favour.

She’d been standing up for seven hours (she rarely sits down at events as she likes to be able to talk to readers easily), and her assistant glared at me as if asking for another minute of her time could land me in jail, but Rachel just smiled. 

“Sure, dude! What do you need?”

I was asking her if she’d donate one of her paperbacks for an auction with my favourite military charity www.felixfund.org.uk

She plucked a book from her dwindling pile, signed it, and I later auctioned that book for £60!

She is one of my favourite people.

 

Q When did you start to feel like a writer? 

I think it felt real (and this is going to sound so cliché) when I finally held my book in my hands and saw it at Target, that’s when I was like OHH this is real, this is a thing, this is my job? It was a pretty cool moment and to this day I still search for my books in the wild because it makes me feel giddy! 

 

Q What is the most rewarding part of being a writer? 

Getting to connect with readers and share excitement over books, I’m such a huge reader so it makes me happy when my writing resonates with someone because I know exactly how that feels and it’s so freaking powerful. 

 

Q As a writer, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud? 

Oh wow… Probably Ruin or Elude, both are very emotional books that came straight from my soul. 

 

Q What do you want to achieve next? 

I remember when I first started writing I had this pipe dream of listing on the NYT in every genre. Haha, yeah I’m an idiot what can I say? I had no idea how to even list or what it was, so basically it’s like when you’re little and you go ‘one day I’m going to marry someone from a boy band!’ Not gonna happen, bro. I really want to expand my reader base and my goal is to get my mafia series optioned. 

 

Q What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life / about writing? 

Keep writing. I think so many people get frustrated if a book underperforms. ou have to keep writing keep doing what you love, don’t sit and wallow in your own sadness and self-doubt, keep moving. The finish line is your focus NOT so you can finish, but so you keep your head up at all times. The minute you look down, you trip on your shoelaces. 

 

Q Is there any subject/genre that you wouldn’t want to write? 

I honestly don’t know. I think I would probably be horrible at Historical romance. It’s where I started, but now I look back and go wow I really sucked at that. 

 

Q The Matchmaker’s Playbook has been made by Passionflix. How did you feel seeing your work on the big screen? Did it match how you saw the characters/story when you were writing it? 

It was such a surreal experience. I can’t even put it into words. I was so nervous at the premiere thinking oh no oh no the first few minutes are going to set the scene for this entire movie and bam they nailed it. It’s so different from being on set seeing the finished product. Passionflix was amazing in the adaptation and kept everything that made the book special. 

 

Q What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event? 

Oh man, I have so many fun reader experiences. I truly like when I get messages from readers that say that my books have given them a much-needed escape. I want to be that safe place, and when I get messages stating that, I feel like I’ve fulfilled my purpose. 

 

Q Do you think writers are different to other people? Are we observers? Creators? 

I think we’re both. I observe a lot, I’m quiet, I listen, and then I create something out of that nothingness, it’s pretty magical. I think writers truly are magicians with words. 

 

Q Have you ever written with a friend? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons? 

I’ve done two co-writes, one was with a good friend and it was a super-easy, seamless process because we each took a character and a chapter. My last co-write was a bit more difficult because it was partially based on a true story so I had to be really careful what I said and how I said it. I think the pros far outweigh the cons. You get a fresh perspective on characters and you get to bounce ideas off each other and feed off one another. 

 

Q Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time? 

Tired. HAH, kidding! I see myself with at least twenty more books under my belt, hopefully another book in development for TV/Movies and new mafia series 😉 I want to keep writing and keep producing things that I love. 

 

Q What is your philosophy in life? 

Always trust your gut and trust God. The rest is just life. 

 

Q Describe yourself in three words. 

Fast talker, optimistic, loyal to a fault.

 

Q How would your best friend describe you? 

HAHA she would say that I rarely show my insecurities or feelings to the outside world making it hard to know if I’m really okay or if I’m just faking it—she’s the one who helped me understand that when you share the burden you’re allowing others to help you. She’s a good friend. 

Q If you were an animal, what would you be?

Turtle

 

Q Most likely to say?

“Dude.”

 

Q Least likely to say?

“Call me.”

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Blue and I have no idea lol

 

Q When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up? 

Other than wine? My toddler 😉 His smiles and his random, “IDEA, MAMA! I HAVE AN IDEA.”

 

Q What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with? 

My ideal day is playing with my husband and son in the pool and busting out my laptop during a break with a glass of wine and writing. 

 

Q Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine? 

I LOVE the beach but there’s just something about the mountains that rein in my focus. 

 

Q What message would you like to give to the people who read your books? 

I write in so many genres I PROMISE you will find something you like, and I’m not easily offended so if you hate it, just make sure I have wine and we’ll call it good 😉 I write sexy mafia romances one day and rockstar rom coms the next. If you’re an avid reader, I have a book for you 😉 

 

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DEBASE

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KICKIN’ IT

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SUMMER HEAT: Cruel Summer #1

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SUMMER SEDUCTION: Cruel Summer #2
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SUMMER NIGHTS: Cruel Summer #3
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Author Carrie Elks

I’ve been at several book signings with the very lovely Carrie Elks, but it wasn’t until we spent time at Paris Livres in Autumn 2018 that I spent any real time with her. Lucky me, because this lady is a hoot! Which is probably why I look like I’m braying like a donkey in this photograph with her.

What else can I tell you about her? She’s originally from Essex in the UK and has lived in several different countries around the world, she’s a best-selling author of contemporary romance with her trademark sense of humour. There’s lots lot to like about this gal – come and say hi!

 

When did you start to feel like a writer? When was the moment for you when you thought, Yes! I’m a writer!

Ooh, good question. I’m not sure there’s ever been a moment when I’ve suddenly thought I’m a writer. It’s been more of a growing process. Like a good wine, I’m slowly maturing into the title. Not just by publishing books, but also attending author events and meeting readers, chatting to people on social media who’ve enjoyed what I’ve written. 

But even then I still suffer from Imposter Syndrome – the feeling that at some point everybody’s going to find out that I’m not a real writer at all! I think the only way to feel like a real writer is to grow a big skin and own it – something I’m still working on!

 

What is the most rewarding part of being a writer?

Apart from the yacht and the island in the Bahamas? Just kidding! I don’t think the reward comes from anything with monetary value at all. It comes from writing something from the heart and hearing from a reader that it touched them too. That’s worth more than a six-figure advance (though that would be nice) or a hundred designer bags. I still have my eye on a couple though…

 

As a writer, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud?

Probably Fix You, just because it was my first book. It changed everything for me, and allowed me to see that a future as a writer was a possibility. It’s been translated into eight languages, and five years on from the original publication I still get messages from readers all over the world saying how much it touched them.

 

What do you want to achieve next? 

Nothing major. Just world domination. Or maybe finish writing my current book!

 

You’ve lived in several different countries, do you think that’s affected the way you write or what you write? Or if not, why not?

 

Living in three different countries has made me braver and more willing to try new things, because I’ve learned that even when everything goes wrong (and you arrive in a foreign city with a ten-month-old baby and nowhere to live) in the end it will all be okay. So when I come up against something that is outside my comfort zone, I remind myself that at least I know where I’m sleeping tonight. 

Being vulnerable can be scary, but it can also help you reap wonderful rewards. Using this newfound bravery, I began to first publish my stories as fanfiction (and open myself up to reviews) and then step into traditional and self-publishing. Every experience, negative or positive, can either push us forward or hold us back. I try to choose the former!

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life / about writing?

I really like Jodi Picoult’s advice: ‘You can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.’ I think about this a lot when I sit in front of my laptop and hate everything I’ve written. When I first became a writer I used to fear the editing process, but now I see it as my friend. It enables me to just write whatever comes out in the first draft without worrying about it, because I know I will be able to edit it, and make it a heck of a lot better later.

 

What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event?

My favorite one is the story of how I met my agent, Meire. Back in 2012 I was writing fanfiction, and she was one of my readers. We started chatting over messenger, and then one day she sent me a message telling me she was starting a literary agency, and asking if I would be willing for her to represent me.

Of course, I thought it was some kind of scam, but decided to say ‘yes’ anyway. As I said to my husband, ‘if she asks for money I’ll say no.’ Luckily, she turned out to be the real deal. She’s sold my books all over the world and has become one of my dearest friends. You can’t ask for a better experience than that!

 

Do you think writers are different to other people? Are we observers? Creators? 

A lot of writers I’ve met share similar traits. We’re mostly introverts, we like people watching, and often we were day-dreamers as children. But although we’re all creative, that can come out in different ways. I know some writers who are also brilliant artists, whereas I can barely draw a stick figure. Others can seamlessly jump genres, or even medium, writing screenplays and radio plays whereas I tend to stick to one area. 

I think the one thing we all share is a love of books and the written word. That’s why we do what we do – and why it’s impossible not to write once you’ve started. 

 

 

Is there a topic or genre that you wouldn’t write about? Why is that?

I haven’t found one yet!

 

Have you ever written with a friend? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons?

I’ve never written a book with a friend, but back when I was writing fan fiction there were a couple of writers I collaborated with. It was the best fun. I can remember getting so excited when my fellow writer had finished a chapter and emailed it over to me. One time I was at work and couldn’t wait to read it, so ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. When I finally came out, there were two people waiting, wanting to know what had made me laugh so hard in there!

I guess the cons of co-writing are that the muse doesn’t always hit both writers at the same time, or one writer can’t keep up with the other. Plus there are always creative differences. It’s like being in a marriage – you don’t have to always agree, but you have to find a way to compromise, otherwise that poor book baby will never see the light of day.

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

Hopefully still writing! And if it happens to be on a tropical island somewhere, complete with cocktail bar, then all the better!

 

What is your philosophy in life?

Be kind. Always.

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Book-loving chocaholic. 

 

How would your best friend describe you?

She thinks I’m lovely, which is lucky since we’re best friends and all. That’s probably because she doesn’t have to live with me, but I’ll take it anyway!

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

A dog. My little pug has an amazing life. He sleeps, has cuddles and gets fed without ever having to lift a finger (or paw). He pretty much has it made.

 

Most likely to say…

Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.

 

Least likely to say…

No, I don’t need another glass of wine.

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Grey. Nearly every room in my house is covered in it. It’s the new brown, which was the new black. It’s so versatile!

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up?

My family, chocolate and wine. Not necessarily in that order.

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with?

It would involve a long walk in the sunshine, preferably with my husband and our dog. Then a pub lunch with a big glass of red wine, followed by a nap and some reading. Then in the evening we’d curl up on the sofa and watch a movie with some popcorn. And I’d probably fall asleep again…

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine?

The beach. Always!

 

What message would you like to give to the people who read your books?

Thank you! There are so many books out there, I’m always grateful and excited when people choose to read mine.

If you’re in the UK, you can meet Carrie at RARE in London on 21st September

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Summer’s Lease (Shakespeare Sisters Book 1)

Cesca Shakespeare has hit rock bottom. She has no job, no cash and no possible way of paying next month’s rent. So when a friend offers her the free use of an Italian villa she jumps at the chance. That’s before she finds out the house belongs to her arch-enemy, movie star Sam Carlton.

Having just hit the headlines for all the wrong reasons – again – Sam needs a place to hide out. Where better than his family’s gorgeous empty villa on Lake Como? Except when he arrives, it isn’t as empty as he’d hoped.

One thing’s for sure – this is going to be a red-hot, scorching summer . . .

A gorgeous book from the bestselling author of Fix You and the Love in London series. Look out for more in The Shakespeare Sisters with A Winter’s Tale, Absent in the Spring and By Virtue Fall now available from Carrie Elks.

One thing’s for sure – this is going to be a red-hot, scorching summer . . .

A brand new series from the bestselling author of Fix You and the Love in London series. Look out for more in The Shakespeare Sisters with A Winter’s Tale coming soon from Carrie Elks.

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Let Me Burn (Angel Sands Book 1)

When a handsome firefighter returns to his small home town, the last thing he expects to find is love…

Lucas Russell lives for his job. Forced to take extended leave following an accident, he returns to his small home town to stay at the beach cottage his grandparents left him. The problem is, he’s not used to having so much time on his hands.

After a broken engagement, Ember isn’t ready for love right now. Though her heart might be mended, she prefers to keep herself busy with her family and work; that way she won’t get hurt again. But she didn’t count on meeting a handsome firefighter with a dimpled smile. After Lucas saves her from one awkward situation too many, she can’t stop thinking about him.

Ember finds Lucas impossible to resist, and he’s determined not to let her. As long summer days melt into sultry, passionate nights what begins as a fling develops into something much deeper. Until the day Ember’s ex-fiancé returns to town and threatens to destroy the fragile connection that’s building between them.

*This stand-alone romance is low on angst and big on feels. If you enjoy a heartwarming read that’s sweet with heat, Let Me Burn is for you*

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Krista Webster – Super Fan!

Interview with Krista Webster

©Jane Harvey-Berrick, 2019

I first met Krista in 2015 at the very first UK romance book event, organised by Totally Booked Book Blog. I was raising money for the military charity www.felixfund.org.uk and had brought a couple of lovely soldiers with me. Here they are with Krista.

It was the start of a wonderful friendship that has seen Krista and her husband Len (more about him later), visit me and my family. We’ve also run across at each other at, ooh, loads of events! She’s always happy and always happy to help.

And I’m so happy to say that this lovely person recently won the Book World Contributor Award at Chapter.Con! Congratulations, Krista, and very well deserved.

 

 

I’d describe you as a super-fan. Is that a fair assessment?

Probably, but I call myself “just a reader”. I absolutely adore going to signings and meeting all the authors. 

I attempt to meet everyone, even if I haven’t read them yet, and generally manage it. It’s like catching up with friends these days as I’ve met so many authors over the years. I’ve also met many readers and made some great friendships along the way. Signings are a wonderful weekend away and a way to see new places. 

 

When did you start reading romance? What about it calls to you?

I was reading children’s fantasy books when I got a Kindle and read ‘Monday To Friday Man’ by Alice Peterson then ‘Fifty Shades’. In those days, there were recommendations at the end of the books so it just escalated from there. I love the escapism it provides, and it fascinates me what some couples go through to be together.

The thought that love can see you through any situation and is strong enough to break down barriers but can also mend a person—that appeals to me. 

 

How many events have you been to?

Most people would say too many! But as I said earlier it is a passion of mine. I’ve done 40 signings including six in the USA and one in France.

10 x Meet and greets 

2 x book launches 

2 x film premieres 

1 play and 1 film set visit to see how Passionflix film a book adaptation. 

 

Your husband, Len, goes with you to most events. Apart from being fab at helping shift boxes, how do you like having him with you at events?

At first I enjoyed my weekend trips away from the family as it was girlie time, which I never had growing up. 

Now, however, it seems strange to attend an event without Len. He makes a great personal photographer and looks after all my books! At first, it was a bit of a novelty with the authors because very few readers took their husbands, but now I get in trouble if he isn’t with me. As we volunteer at all the events now, it is great fun setting up together but also having someone who knows what they are doing really helps. At Book Bonanza he was called “The Banner King” after helping to put up a huge number of author banners. He has made friends with lots of the authors’ husbands and they really appreciate having another man to talk to when surrounded by women. He has also read many of the authors so enjoys meeting them as much as I do. 

 

What is the most rewarding part of being a reader?

I love it when I’ve read a really good book and contact the author to thank / congratulate them and they reply.  

I feel privileged to read some books, appreciate how the authors have shared their words and then being able to recommend that book to other readers and see how they also enjoy the story. Meeting a unicorn author never fails to excite me. It also amazes me when an author remembers meeting me or remembers my name, as it is still a goosebump moment for me even after all these years.  

 

You’re also a beta reader and proofreader, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud?

 

With Tick Tock and Bombshell cover model, Gergo Jonas.

(And before you read this answer, I had no idea that Krista was going to say this – and I was so moved.)

This is an easy answer as it is a recent book I worked on: ‘Bombshell’ by Jane Harvey Berrick. 

There was so much research involved because it was based around true events. There were technical details and lots of information about working as an EOD (bomb disposal) operative that had to be correct. Jane always educates the reader with her books which meant all historical, political and general details had to be verified.

It was the second one in a series (the first being ‘Tick Tock’) so continuity between the books was imperative and all timelines had to be checked. All Jane’s characters are complex and she writes about difficult subjects with such ease that sometimes it is hard to remember you are proofreading and not just enjoying the story. 

The book was very personal to the author so I actually felt I had a responsibility to make sure the book was the best it could be and it was a very rewarding project to work on. 

Thank you, Krista. You actually brought tears to my eyes.

 

Do you read reviews? How much do they affect your decision to pick up your kindle?

I do sometimes read reviews of books usually on Amazon but sometimes Goodreads. I get really cross when readers just tell the story, many leave spoilers and not their feelings after having read it. I do like going blind into a book so I tend to read the author’s synopsis to see if I’ll like a book because mainly they don’t give too much away. I tend to choose a book these days on either who’s written it or if a fellow book friend recommends it. 

 

Where are you travelling to next? 

I am helping at an authors’ conference and we are going to a signing in June*. Then for July, we are relaxing in the sun for two weeks after 18 months of travelling. The last two events of the year for us are the RARE events in London and Rome in September. We have five signings booked for next year including one in Nashville so I am busy planning that trip.

* The June event was where Krista won Book World Contributor Award at Chapter.Con

 

If you could change one thing about the romance world, what would it be?

Pirated books.

I think it is so unfair to the authors who have worked so hard to publish a book and these people take all their words with no conscience about what they are doing. 

I couldn’t agree more!

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life?

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get.” 

I can’t remember who first told me this, but it seems funny now I think about it for someone to say this to a very shy girl. Now, I always tell my boys this and it is amazing sometimes what can happen if you only ask. In these days of having to negotiate and haggle for a better deal, it is so true. 

The author Nora Roberts is quoted as saying: “If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer’s always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.” 

 

Is there any subject/genre that you wouldn’t want to read?

Historical and Paranormal aren’t my favourite but I am happy to read most subjects/genres. I am not a fan of a very “fluffy” story but sometimes a lighter read makes a change as I am a real fan of dark stories. 

 

What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event?

 

It’s got to be meeting E L James for the first time. I don’t care what people say about the ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ books because I enjoyed them and it led me to reading romance books, then meeting lots of lovely fellow readers and finding out about signings. We were at our first US signing in Seattle and having a drink in the hotel bar when she walked in . 

I was so surprised that I couldn’t talk and Len just laughed at me. 

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

Happily retired! Maybe somewhere hot or by the sea, definitely away from London.

 

 

What is your philosophy in life?

Give anything a go once because you never know if you’ll ever be able to do it again. 

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Organised. Helpful.  Eagle-Eyed.

 

How would your best friend describe you?

Organised. Friendly. Generous. Thoughtful. Honest especially with books and always willing to lend a hand. 

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

A dog. Hopefully with a good home, so fed twice a day, walked and left alone to sleep away the rest of the day.

 

Most likely to say…

“Can I have a beer?”

 

Least likely to say…

“F**K Off” (I hate how this is part of everyday language these days. ) 

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Blue. Because I was a Tom Boy growing up and hated pink, plus I support Spurs (the north London Premier Division soccer team)!

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up?

Obviously, a good book to lose myself in always cheers me up; however, I also enjoy walking the dog or a good pint of beer. 

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with?

Being somewhere warm as I get cold very easily. I do enjoy going out for a meal with friends or going to a concert or the theatre always brings me pleasure. 

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine?

As much as I love the countryside, I hate being cold so definitely sunshine. 

 

What message would you like to give to someone who says they don’t like books?

You don’t know what you’re missing. Books are a way to escape the pressures of modern living and life in general as they allow you to just lose yourself for a couple of hours. 

 

List five books that mean the most to you/changed your life.

‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe’ by C.S. Lewis

‘Fluke’ by James Herbert.

‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’ by E L James

‘Captive In The Dark’ by C J Roberts

‘Tears Of Tess by Pepper’ Winters 

 

What a lovely lady. Look out for her at your next signing—she could be standing in the queue next to you, and if she is, give her a hug from me 🙂

Golden Czermak: Photographer & Writer

I first met Golden at the Hard Rock Café Event in Tulsa OK four years ago along with friend and blogger, Sheena Lumsden, and the model Tyler Gattuso (cover model for my books The Traveling Man, The Traveling Woman and One Careful Owner). I’ve met Golden a couple of times since then at other events, and he’s always such a gentleman—despite being totally ripped and top-to-toe muscles!

Starting out as a photographer, he’s also become known for his writing, especially his paranormal and steampunk stories. But let’s hear from the man himself.


Your career in the romance world has been in two parts: as a photographer and as a writer. Let’s start with the photography.

 

How did you start becoming a photographer of cover models?

I started the business back in 2012, born out of a hobby that included graphic design and photography to supplement (since stock photos were and sometimes still are fairly strange and unusable for a lot of projects). Business quickly picked up as did my social media following, leading to more clients and diversity. Things changed direction onto their current course in the early days when I had a client who owned a local nutrition store ask to shoot some of his sponsored athletes. A billboard and ads came from that, as did my love for that style of photography (versus infants and toddlers lol). I went to fitness shows thereafter and began to have authors ask about custom photo shoots for their book covers. Nearly 1000 covers and 2M followers later, here we are <3

 

What attributes do cover models need? I imagine it’s not just about a great body/handsome face.

They definitely need to have a passion and a drive for this kind of thing. The bodies are nice, as are faces (both being what can sell an image), but their personalities are definitely the driving force behind it all. When there is a combination of all three, the magic definitely happens and the work shows.

 

Do you have a favourite model? Why is that?

I love all my clients for different reasons, all of which contribute to me and my life in different ways, as well as experiences and memories. That said, I have grown closer to a handful over the years when our personalities mesh. Jake Wilson is one who I’ve known the longest and I consider a close friend/family. Chase Ketron (my number one seller) and RJ Ritchie are others.

 

Do you have a favourite photoshoot memory?

I do and it’s a simple one. I was driving to a photo shoot one day in St. Louis and as I was looking out at the countryside, it struck me that I am doing something many dream about – a job that isn’t really a job but a passion. I felt blessed at that moment and vowed to always stay humble and ethical to the best of my ability.

 

What sort of things can go wrong on photoshoots? Biggest disaster?!

LOL! There have been lots of issues from wardrobe malfunctions to models not looking like their photos (yikes!) but the two most harrowing incidents involved the near-loss of my camera. One was a shoot with RJ Ritchie locally in a muddy riverbed and the other was a shoot with Andrew England in the oceans off the coast of Tampa. In both cases nature tried to claim my gear and was 99.9% successful in doing so. That 0.1% that saved the day was pure luck.

 

Who (or what) inspires you as a photographer?

My late mother inspires me. She was always so proud of everything I did and I think her knowing that her son has the freedom he has these days would make her smile.

 

Is there anyone you’d like to photograph, given the chance?

I would love the chance to do a photo shoot with Chris Pratt or Chris Evans. It doesn’t have to be a long set, or even one with many photos, but just being able to see my watermark on one of their pictures would literally make me cry. And yes, I have a thing for them… secretly. Shhhh.

 

When did you start to feel like a writer, the moment for you when you thought, Yes! I’m a writer!

I think for me it’s when I wrote The Secret Life of Cooper Bennett. It was my 15th book or so, but I feel as though that book is my “true” voice as a writer. Listening to it on audio there were literal moments I had chills. Almost imposter syndrome in that “there is no way that I wrote that!” That made me feel great. Now, I need these new guys I’m photo shooting to give me a break so I can continue on the writing front! LOL

 

What is the most rewarding part of being a writer?

Seeing the thing come together after the long process of writing, editing, formatting, cover designing, uploading and publishing. Nothing beats the feeling of seeing your words in print or in hand as a paperback/hardcover.

 

As a writer, what is the piece of work of which you’re most proud?

I touched on this earlier but The Secret Life of Cooper Bennett is my most cherished book.

 

What do you want to achieve next?

Finishing the Cooper series and working on Steam Tycoon 2.

 

You’ve lived in the UK and the US (which is now your home), do you think that’s affected the way you write or what you write? Or if not, why not?

I think so. I’ve pulled from experiences on both sides of the pond and used them to shape the way I write. I think it made me wordier, but in a good way. My readers love the way they “feel like they are in the story” while “reading a movie.” Which is exactly the way I visualize things, so that means a lot to me as a writer to hear.

 

Is there any genre/topic that you’d never write?

I don’t think I could write historical… at least accurate historical. I would need to put a spin on it and make it some alternate universe thing to cover the inconsistencies I am sure to introduce (since I like more visual, action-oriented scenes).

 

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received: about life / about writing?

Don’t quit. It’s a mindset I’ve used in fitness, photography, and writing. There is a lot of hate out there, and when I say that I am not understating it. True loathing exists for people that “make it” in capacities others cannot and you have to learn to push through it when times are difficult. Imagine getting hate atop of writer’s block. Or trying to push for sales of calendars while encountering a wave of negativity. It’s hard. But you must press on… and realize too that no matter how small your steps are, it is still forward progress.

 

What is your favourite reader experience, either in messages or at an event?

Having readers approach that are unable to speak because they are so nervous. I am the most approachable person ever, but something about that experience is humbling. Also, getting messages from readers/fans that just say “thank you for being so inspirational and positive”. That is all the medicine anyone needs to remedy a cloudy day.

 

Do you think writers are different to other people? Are we observers? Creators?

I think we tap into things and see them differently, yes. Now is that for the better or worse? I can’t say. I DO know though it allows us to see things beneath the skin, to read situations differently, and to plan and have backup plans accordingly. Well, unless you’re a pantser (versus the superior planners…) #CastThatShade lol <3

 

Have you ever written with a friend? What was the experience like? How did it differ from writing by yourself? What were the pros and cons?

I haven’t! I would love to do a co-written piece down the road.

 

A few years ago there were maybe just one or two male romance writers. What do you think has changed?

I think it has become more acceptable, but there’s also a long road ahead for more acceptance. I’ve been at events where readers avoid the male author tables (I mean not even coming up to snag swag or an information rack card) and that is sad, since they are missing out on some truly good stories. I think the realms of diversity too are changing for the better, though that is a whole other topic of discussion I would love to have with others some day similar to the panel I did about Own Voices at Apollycon.

 

Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

Still merrily chugging along.

 

What is your philosophy in life?

Keep rising, as limit is only a word.

 

Describe yourself in three words.

Positive, Real, Humble.

 

How would your best friend describe you?

Crazy

 

If you were an animal, what would you be?

I would love to be a dog or a bird, but would likely be a slug or something lol.

 

Most likely to say…

Don’t Quit

 

Least likely to say…

Give Up.

 

What is your favourite colour and why?

Red. It oozes power and looks good as tank tops and undies. LOL

 

When you’re having a bad day, what cheers you up?

Carbs… all of them.

 

What would be your ideal day? Where would you be? Who would you be with?

I would be able to do what I do now but travel more with my other half.

 

Mountains and snow, or beaches and sunshine?

Beaches and sun, though sand gets in everything.

 

What message would you like to give to the people who read your books?

Give my work a try if you’d like genres with a spin (I mean how many authors have a book where the character talks to the reader, eh?). I think you’ll enjoy the ride.

Links
Twitter.com/onefuriousfotog
Facebook.com/furiousfotog and facebook.com/authorgoldenczermak
Instagram.com/furiousfotog
Furiousfotog.com and GoldenCzermak.com

Saving the Billionaire


SAVING THE BILLIONAIRE

THE NAME IS TRAINER. JUSTIN TRAINER. AND I’M THE BODYGUARD…

A complete duet with no cliff-hanger and HEA – sort of…

Behind his stoic persona, former US Marine Justin Trainer also hides a wicked sense of humor as he watches the comings and goings and comings of his messed up boss.

On top of that, Trainer still has to balance trying to have a private life, working on his own love life, and also finding time to be a daddy to his daughter with an ex-wife who hates him.

It’s definitely not all black and white…

 

Saving the Billionaire #2

The hilarious concluding episode of black comedy/drama/romcom/thriller GUARDING THE BILLIONAIRE.

He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job, even when he’s guarding a billionaire boss with too many secrets.

He’s Justin Trainer.

You won’t notice me and you won’t hear me, but I’m always there, watching, listening and waiting. I’m armed and dangerous because I’m the bodyguard, and I’m the guy who’ll take a bullet for you.

I’m the man in black, saving my billionaire boss from blackmailers and computer hackers—but mostly from himself.

 

SAVING THE BILLIONAIRE IS AVAILABLE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED!

 

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Prologue
SAVING THE BILLIONAIRE

© 2019 Jane Harvey-Berrick
All rights reserved. 

 

Hope.

Small word. Big meaning.

When I started working for reclusive billionaire Devon Miguel Anderson, I had no idea what a screwed up son-of-a-bitch he was, but live and learn.

He has more money than just about anyone on the planet, except maybe Bill Gates and God, and I’m not sure about God. That doesn’t mean he’s happy though. As a matter of fact, Anderson is not a happy guy: just miserable in Armani suits.

I’m not his friend, I’m not his drinking buddy, but I am the guy who knows him better than just about anyone else, and that includes his shrink.

I’m a close protection officer: that’s ‘bodyguard’ to you. And when the shit goes down—which it will—I’m the one who’ll take a bullet for the billionaire. I really hope that doesn’t happen, because I’ve kind of got a thing for living. Who knew?

But Anderson? He has a lot to learn.

So if you want to know why this fucked up dude in Tom Ford shoes gives me hope, well, read on.

 



EXCERPT

 

I’m watching the boss and his maybe girlfriend from the driver’s seat, trying to be an inconspicuous Close Protection officer in a $95,000 car. In Brooklyn.
“What are Mr. Anderson and Maria doing now?” Rachel asks, reminding me that I have my cell phone in my hand.
“Talking. Well, she’s talking; he’s looking kinda whipped … um, I mean … she still looks mad. Wait, she’s kissing him on the cheek.”
“Oh!” Rachel sighs. “That’s so sweet! Oh, I like this girl. What are they doing now?”
“Um … you really want a description? He looks like he’s forgotten they’re outside. Good thing there are no paps around.”
“I’m sorry you have to wait. Have you had something to eat?”
“Yeah, I grabbed a burger.”
“That’s not very healthy!”
I roll my eyes. “Tasted good.”
“Hmm! Are you trying to make me mad?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes!”
“How mad are you, baby?”
“I’ll show you when you get back.”
I groan and she laughs.
“Goodnight, Justin!”
“Wait! What are you wearing?”
“Justin!”
“Come on, I’m curious.”
“I’m wearing that lovely black underwear that you bought me from Victoria’s Secret…” I groan inwardly “…and I’m wearing a white blouse and navy blue pencil skirt.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Justin!”
“Do it for me, baby.”
I hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, Justin. I’m unzipping my skirt. I’m sliding it down my hips. It’s on the floor. Now I’m picking it up and folding it and putting it on the chair, like you’re supposed to do with your clothes!”
“Oh, baby, don’t ruin the moment. Undo your shirt: one button at a time.”
“Here’s the first button, now the second, now the third; my bra is showing through. Now I’m undoing the cuffs; I’m sliding my blouse over my shoulders. Now I’m just in my bra and panties. I’m going to put the phone down so I can unhook my bra…”
Oh, fucking yeah! Suddenly there’s a thud.
“Oh, sorry, I dropped the phone. Allison is on the other line. I was supposed to call her when I got in. I’ll have to go.”
“What? No!”
“Bye, Justin!”
Fucking Allison! I knew there was a reason I hated her. And I’ve got a rock solid erection. Sucking in a deep breath, I lean back in my seat and try to think cold thoughts. Oh, for fuck’s sake!
You’re probably wondering why I don’t just jerk some knuckle babies as no one’s looking and I’m parked away from streetlights.
I guess you could say the Marines cured me of that—jerking it on duty is frowned upon. And maybe because I was doing an overnighter in a defensive watch post, alone in my shallow fighting hole, my buddies relying on me to be vigilant. I started getting sleepy, with only hourly radio checks to keep me awake. Rubbing one out seemed like a good way to stay awake. Accidentally leaning on the ‘talk’ button while in the midst of Operation Stay Awake, meant that all other radios heard me slapping and panting. And because you can’t receive transmissions while broadcasting, no one could tell me to stop. The C.O. wasn’t happy, but it kept the other guys entertained and awake.

 

 


 


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He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job.

He’s Justin Trainer.

I work close protection. I’m the silent bodyguard at the back of the room. I’m the eyes watching you. I’m the ears listening to you. And I’m the dirty-mouthed grunt with the gun who’ll take a bullet for you.

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Hope.

Small word. Big meaning.

When I started working for reclusive billionaire Devon Miguel Anderson, I had no idea what a screwed up son-of-a-bitch he was, but live and learn.

He has more money than just about anyone on the planet, except maybe Bill Gates and God, and I’m not sure about God. That doesn’t mean he’s happy though. As a matter of fact, Anderson is not a happy guy: just miserable in Armani suits.

I’m not his friend, I’m not his drinking buddy, but I am the guy who knows him better than just about anyone else, and that includes his shrink.

I’m a close protection officer: that’s ‘bodyguard’ to you. And when the shit goes down—which it will—I’m the one who’ll take a bullet for the billionaire. I really hope that doesn’t happen, because I’ve kind of got a thing for living. Who knew?

But Anderson? He has a lot to learn.

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