Welcome Wednesday is busy on both blogs today with guest visits. Here on features I've got Aleah Barley in the hot spot. She's got some great answers to questions I put to her, to get to know her a little bit better.
Read on to find out how you can enter Aleah's *giveaway* for a Leaving Las Vegas Mug and Guidebook!
Hi Aleah! Take yourself back 20 years and tell us if you had any aspirations to become an author at that time. Twenty years ago I had already written my first “book.” It was about a family of balloons, which makes a certain amount of sense… given that I was five.
Where did you spend most of your day back then? Kindergarten. Play dates. If I needed money, I’d stick a tooth under a pillow. It was a simpler time.
And today? How do you mainly spend an average day? I spend my days working hard to protect mankind, using the awesome power of my brain (I’m a researcher) and my nights writing fast paced, rip-roaring, adventure romances like Leaving Las Vegas. It’s the story of Luke Morrison—a billionaire casino magnate—and Glory Allen—a West Virginia wild child on a mission—who meet at a poker game in Las Vegas. When Luke accuses Glory of cheating the sparks between them are explosive. Then the gun-toting bad guys show up and things get really interesting.
Now jump forward 20 years from today. What do you think you’d like to be doing then?
Writing novels, drinking coffee, still living in fear that my cat is trying to take over the world. Only the good die young, so he’s going to live forever.
What’s your preferred genre for reading material? I like a good bodice ripper as much as the next girl (seriously, I’m a sucker for any novel that involves a sexy duke, a spunky debutante, and a marriage of convenience… or inconvenience). Of course, I’m also addicted to a good mystery.
Wow! It sounds like my novels would suit you just fine, then, Aleah! (*winking here* )What genre/ sub-genre do you feel comfortable writing in? Romance. Mystery. Awesomeness. Comedy. I really want to be the next Jennifer Crusie—Robert B. Parker—Carl Hiaasen take over the publishing world hybrid.
What do you think will be the main reading materials within the next decade? Books, some form of portable tablets? I think tablets are going to take over for day to day reading. I love being able to dip into my purse and pull out an entire library. At the same time, there are still certain authors that I have to have in hardback. They’re the books I know I’ll read over and over again, staying up until four in the morning. They’re also the books that I know I’m going to treasure for always.
That's a very interesting answer. Can you give us an idea of what your writing schedules might be like during the remainder of 2013 and on to 2014? My work in progress is about the circus. Seriously, it’s about a sexy small town police chief and the acrobatic ringmaster who he can’t get out of his mind—or his town.
Fast and furious:
Ice cream or chocolate cake? Ice cream, by a factor of about a billion. I mean, cake’s good but I’m anti-wheat and anti-frosting… which kind of limits my choices.
Home made lemonade or rum cocktails? Lemonade. Sour lemonade made from real lemons and natural sugar (but not too much sugar).
Cycling tour of France or a beach holiday in the Caribbean? Beach holiday in the Caribbean. I’m a beach kind of girl. I like sand, surf, and sexy dudes in barely any clothing. I mean, I bike to work every day on my vintage Shogun, but a girl’s got to have her priorities.
A date with a politician (you can name if you choose this one), or a date with Gerard Butler?
Okay, Gerard Butler is super studly and the star of more than a few fantasies of mine. In my “Leaving Las Vegas goes Hollywood” fantasies he’s definitely one of the actors I’d cast as Luke. Clean cut and in control at the beginning, all sexy-disheveled and totally head-over-heels in love by the end. Damn. But, like I said, a girl’s got to have her priorities and I’m a politics junkie. If I could get ten minutes alone with a certain all-powerful liberal, pick his brain, and give him a few strategic positions of my own then it would be totally worth giving up a night with Mr. Butler.
Children or pets? I’m twenty five. I mean. Yeah. Someday. For now, I’m happy with my cat—the one who’s currently trying to steal my computer—a good book, and a bucket of ice cream.
She spends her days working hard to make the world a better place and her nights writing about kick-ass women who live life to the fullest and the men who love them.
She’ll do anything for a box of chocolates. Or ice cream. Seriously. Try her.
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Her decision to help, causes Luke to step into her hometown to develop a community that doesn’t need improvement—a community Glory’s gambling earnings were meant to save—and Glory can’t help but question her judgment, because the chemistry between them is about to explode, and it has nothing to do with the Vegas thugs hot on their trail.
Now Glory is stuck helping Luke figure out who set him up and what to do about their own burning attraction…before Glory’s hometown, and her life, are lost for good.
Entangled Publishing – ignite imprint
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Here's a little peek at Leaving Las Vegas...
She flushed and shifted into fourth. She’d never fantasized about a man with green eyes before. Her ex-fiancé’s eyes had been pale blue, the color like well-worn jeans on a clothesline. The only man she could think of with green eyes was sitting right next to her.
But it wasn’t just the eyes. The fantasy man currently in her mind had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an expensive jacket.
Luke had strong lips, capable hands, and emerald eyes. He was a damn good-looking man, and his suit had to be custom. It made him look like one of the models printed in the magazines at Daisy’s Clip and Curl. But that was no reason for her body to mistake adrenaline for lust. What did she know about the man, anyway? He was rich, gorgeous, and sharp enough to see through her poker tactics. If he could fix her plumbing, survive her sisters, and make her laugh, then he’d be perfect.
No one was perfect.
Besides, Luke had a great big stick up his butt. He wouldn’t be caught dead in Beaux. Not for a visit. Not forever.
“I think they’re gone,” Luke commented.
He adjusted his position, and his hand brushed against her leg. She tingled in a rush of sexual heat. He might have a stick up his rear, but it was a mighty fine rear.
“Pull over and stop the car,” he said. “It’s time we got you a different ride.”
The tingle fizzed out. Obviously he didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him.
“It’s my car, remember?” They might be free of the bad guys, but she had miles to drive before she slept. Even if she didn’t have the money—she gulped a deep breath—she still needed to get back to West Virginia. Fast. Maybe she’d think of a way to get more money on the drive. She could mortgage her diner—ten times over—or just go the easy route and sell a kidney. “You gave it to me. You can’t take it back from me after I rescued you.”
“I’m grateful for your assistance.” The words came out through Luke’s clenched teeth.
“I can tell.”
“I’m not telling you to get out of the car because I’m a jerk,” he said. “I’m trying to save your life. Even in Las Vegas, an Aston Martin Vanquish draws attention.”
Glory looked in the rearview mirror. Two black SUVs were rapidly approaching. Her heart pounded. “Hell.” She gestured to the rear window. “No stopping now. We need to get out of here.”
Luke turned his head, taking in the bad guys.
A quick punch of the accelerator. “Hold on.”
Forty-five miles an hour.
Thank you so much for coming today, Aleah, and best wishes for great sales of Leaving Las Vegas.