I'd like to wish a warm welcome to author Tiffany Snow. I feel very privileged to host today's blog stop for Tiffany, as I am a fan, rather than a book reviewer. Tiffany is currently promoting her latest release - Out Of Turn.
About TiffanyI love to write and am thrilled to be a part of the Amazon Montlake family. My debut novel, NO TURNING BACK, is the first book in The Kathleen Turner Series. I write about things I love to read myself - a heroine who could be a neighbor or best friend; two men who each portray their own version of darkness and light, each vying for her affection; and a story that focuses as much on the characters as it does the suspense. NO TURNING BACK, TURN TO ME, and TURNING POINT currently comprise The Kathleen Turner Series. The fourth book, OUT OF TURN, will be released 12/17/13. There will be a total of five books in the Kathleen Turner Series.
As for me, I've been reading romance novels since I was way too young to read such things, have an unhealthy obsession for all things Doctor Who, prefer Pepsi to Coke and Absolut to both, think men who drink girly cocktails are wusses, have learned to never stop believing in my beloved St. Louis Cardinals, and can recite the entire scripts of When Harry Met Sally and Apollo 13. George Washington is cool, Bon Jovi still rocks the house, and Bruce Willis is the ultimate alpha-male hero. Most of all, romance never, ever gets old.
Visit my website www.Tiffany-Snow.com for more information and special extras.
Why did you choose Indianapolis as the setting for The Kathleen Turner Series?
I’m born and raised in the Midwest and wanted that to be the setting for this series. Indianapolis is the quintessential Midwest city, in my opinion. I love it there and visit a couple of times a year. It has the four distinct seasons, which I also wanted to incorporate into the books. NO TURNING BACK begins in the chilly autumn, TURN TO ME continues with the beginning of winter into Christmas, TURNING POINT is late winter/early spring and OUT OF TURN is the heat of summertime in Indy.
Are there any characters you've written that you just don't like in series?
There are always villains, those characters you love to hate. I don’t have a character that I don’t like, but I will say that I have a soft spot for Kandi. A spoiled little rich girl who wants no one’s pity, she fell in love with the wrong man and couldn’t ever move past that. She’s a sad character at her heart.
Now that you've finished writing the final book in the series - Point of No Return, is this the end of Kathleen, Blane and Kade once this book is published on May 20th '14, or will they come back and visit occasionally?
You might see them pop up now and again in other books, a little wink and wave to readers of the series.
There is a long standing radio show in UK called Desert Island Discs. What choices would you make, if you were stranded on a desert Island?
a) Eight pieces of music? : Oh my, this is hard. I’m stuck in the 80s so I’d have to have some Bon Jovi tunes (It's My Life, Bed of Roses, Bounce, Superman Tonight), a couple of Maroon 5 tunes (Wake Up Call, Harder to Breathe), Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran, a recording of Carrie Underwood’s live performance of How Great Thou Art http://youtu.be/pLLMzr3PFgk and One Day More from Les Miserables as performed by the original Broadway cast.
b) One book? ( + Complete Works of Shakespeare + Bible or other Religious/philosophical work). A book I’ve read over and over and which helped me learn to love first-person storytelling, DEAD UNTIL DARK by Charlaine Harris.
c) One luxury item? A bottle of Absolut Mandarin.
What next for Tiffany Snow? Any clues or hints about your next book/series/trilogy?
I am looking at writing a trilogy, but mum’s the word for now. I will say that it will not include a love triangle. ;-)
Kade leaned closer and his fingers lightly brushed my chin, lifting my head, and his lips met mine.
The touch was electric, as though a shock had gone through me, and I didn’t move, afraid that if I did, he’d stop. His mouth moved gently over mine, his touch maddeningly slow as he lightly licked and sucked on my lips. His tongue was soft, warm velvet.
Only his fingers under my jaw and his lips touched me.
The scent of the cologne he’d worn tonight drifted to me, its alluring aroma mixed with his own scent, creating an aphrodisiac that, combined with his kiss, had me clenching my hands into fists to keep from touching him.
When he lifted his head, his eyes finally met mine, their brilliant blue intense beneath long, dark lashes. His face was inches away and it took every ounce of willpower I had to not pull him back for a real kiss.
“Chocolate tastes even better on you,” he murmured.
My breath was shallow and quick, my pulse even more so. The effect Kade had on me was so profound and strong, and something I’d fought for so long. It seemed odd to think that I didn’t have to anymore.
Or did I?
I’d been with Blane, engaged to him, still had feelings for him that couldn’t be flipped off like a light switch, no matter how angry and bitter I was over how it had ended.
Where did that leave anything I might feel for Kade?
I felt confused and unsure and excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. I touched up my makeup, reapplied my lip gloss, and tried to regain the peace of mind I’d had earlier.
Kade had kissed me before. It didn’t have to mean anything more now than it had then. I was reading too much into it. Maybe because I was lonely, and hurting, and my ego could certainly use some stroking from a man like Kade.
I decided I wasn’t going to allow myself to ruin the night. I’d been having a good time and getting lost inside my own confusion hadn’t been part of the plan. I’d go back to Kade and just have fun doing whatever he had planned. I’d worry about my state of mind, and my life, later.
Kade had paid the bill by the time I returned, and when he ushered me outside it was into a waiting limousine.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked, as he slid in after me.
“To see the Strip, of course,” he said, moving to the seat across from the wet bar. “Champagne?”
I grinned, delighted at this turn of events. “Absolutely.” Sip champagne while riding up and down the Vegas Strip in a limo with a gorgeous man? Yes, please.
Kade popped the cork and poured two glasses. “What should we toast to?” I asked as he handed me a flute of the golden liquid. “To the future? New beginnings? World peace?”
Kade smirked at my teasing. “How about to how incredibly sexy you look tonight?”
That made me feel as though I’d swallowed a ray of sunshine and its warm glow was spreading through my body, melting me from the inside out.
I clinked my glass against his. “Ditto,” I said, and drank.