Shiela Stewart Interview and Contest
Posted on Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 9:08 pmCategory: Author Days, Contests, Interviews
Today is Shiela Stewart Day on the blog!
Shiela is giving away a print copy of her first published novel, Kidnapped, to one lucky winner.
All you have to do is comment! Ask Shiela a question and I’ll throw your name in the hat for an extra chance!
I will choose a winner on Sunday November 18th.
Now for the interview…
First, I’d like to congratulate you on your new release, Discovery in Passion. Can you tell us a little about this book?
Thank you Cindy! I’m excited about this book because it’s part one of a three part series. It’s a paranormal romance that was written several years ago then was rewritten this summer before I submitted it to my editor at Linden Bay Romance. Book two, Escape in Passion, will be released in January and Mercy in Passion will be released in March.
To read excerpts of the other two books, check out my website at: www.shielasbooks.ca And get a load of the covers. Very Scrumptious. 
Here’s a little intro into the story.
Wanting to start fresh, Cassie Evans relocates to the small town of Passion where she moves into the home of her dreams, complete with dreamy next door neighbor, artist, and handyman Thomas Healy. The only problem is, the house she bought just might be haunted.
Thomas Healy lives a life of solitude and that suits him just fine. Then Cassie Evans moves in next door and begins to turn his peaceful live upside down. He tries to ignore her, but ignoring a woman as beautiful as Cassie isn’t so easy, especially when she shows up at your door, naked, begging for you to paint her. Thomas’ first mistake was to agree to it, his second was to take Cassie to bed, now she’s all he can think about.
When their blossoming love is overshadowed by a ghostly haunting, the curious Cassie launches an investigation into the life and death of her home’s previous owner, uncovering a mystery and attracting the attention of a killer. Where will Cassie’s discovery lead her, to the love of her life or to death itself?
Welcome to the town of Passion.
For those that are new to your books…How long have you been writing and what was your first published book?
I’ve been writing all my life but only started looking at getting my work published seven years ago. I joined a contest at Linden Bay Romance and though my book didn’t win, I was encouraged to send in more work. Kidnapped was my first book published. It’s a story of desperation, betrayal and love, with a good dose of humor.
Do you plot out your stories first or do you let the characters lead you?
A little of both. Sometimes my stories stem from one line and snowball from there. Then there are times when a story stems from a dream. I tend to dream a lot and quite often they’re scary dreams. I jot them down and build a story from them.
Of your published books, do you have a favorite? If so, which one and why?
Secrets of the Dead is my favourite so far, but don’t tell the rest of my books that. LOL The reason it’s my favourite is because it’s something I truly believe in. Plus, C.J. Dowling is such a charismatic guy, you have to love him.
Of your published books, do you have a least favorite? If so, which one and why?
Nope. I love them all.
What are you currently working on?
I have so much going on right now that most people think I’ve lost my mind. I’m editing a ghost series I wrote a few years back that is a spin off of Secrets of the Dead. Plus, I’m writing a Vampire story that’s been nagging to be put to down for months. And on top of that, I’m going through edits with my editor for book two and book three of the Passion series. I like to keep busy.
When you’re not writing, what genre do you enjoy reading and who are some of your favorite authors?
Romance, anything filled with suspense. I love paranormal of any kind. My favourite authors are, Nora Roberts, JD Robb and JR Ward. Right now I’m reading JR Wards, Black Dagger Brotherhood novels.
Describe a day in the life of Shiela Stewart.
I wake at nine to my staff bringing me breakfast in bed. I lounge for about an hour, reading the paper and enjoying the scrumptious breakfast of bacon and eggs and fruit. After getting out of bed, a bath is drawn for me by my maid and I lounge in there….Wait, that’s a character from my book. Sorry. LOL
My life is rather very ordinary. I wake at 7, hassle my kids out of bed and get them ready for school. When they’re finally gone, I clean my house, do any errands that need to be done, then sit down and check my gazillion emails and reply. I post a joke every day on my Website, post something on my blog if I have something to say then get busy writing. I also maintain a website for a non-profit organization I belong to, so I do whatever needs updating on that site. By this time it’s usually lunchtime. After feeding my children lunch, I get back to writing and promoting myself. I usually push my laptop aside by 3:30 when my children and hubby come home. In the evening, I spend quality time with my hubby and children, check my email before bed, then curl up and put the day behind me.
Not so glamorous, but I like it.
Favorites…
Chocolate, Slushy , and spending time with my hubby.
Favorite Season?
Fall. I love the colors and the crisp feeling in the air.
Morning person or night owl?
Well, I used to be a morning person, but lately my body seems to think otherwise.
Favorite movie?
Oh, there are so many. Christine, House on Haunted Hill, The Others, just to name a few.
Favorite song?
Dream Weaver by Gary Wright
Favorite color?
Blue.
Fun Questions…
If you had a shrinking device, what’s the one thing in your house you’d miniaturize first?
Oh man, only one thing? LOL My children. I miss when they couldn’t lip off to me. LOL
My children are, 19, 15 and 13. So, I’m sure, you can understand why. LOL
If you were a superhero, what would your super power be?
I would love to be able to fly.
If you could build your own robot, what would it do?
Oh Lord. Cook and clean for me, of course.
Instead of leaves or money, what do you wish would grow on trees?
Chocolate. LOL
If you had to smell like one thing for the rest of your life, what scent would you pick?
LMAO, Wow, never had this question before. Hmm….Strawberries. They’re not overpowering and I’ve never know anyone who hated strawberries.
Shiela, thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule and doing this interview with me!
Thank you, Cindy. This was a great interview. Love your questions.
If you’d like to learn more about Shiela and her books, check out her website and blog!
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 12:56 pm
I thought I would tantalize the readers with an excerpt of Kidnapped.
Chapter 1
Her head throbbed with the mother of all headaches. And who wouldn’t have a headache after listening to the incessant nattering of the two most boring people in the world? Liz pushed through the restaurant doors and into the hot mid morning sun, looking forward to spending a good three hours at the spa, relaxing.
She simply didn’t know why she continued these weekly brunches with Bonnie and Moira; the two irritated the hell out of her. Actually, she did—it was for her father, who insisted Liz align herself with the ‘right’ sort of people. What on earth could possibly be right where Bonnie and Moira were concerned, aside from the fact that they came from money and everyone knew them? They were the epitome of snobby rich and so not like her.
She pulled the keys from her purse and noticed her hand bag looked a little worn. Maybe after her spa treatment she should go shopping for a new bag. She was entitled, after all, having to deal with the gossipy twosome for the last few hours.
Flipping her long hair over her shoulder, Liz hurried to her car, her Prada heels clicking as she walked. Pressing the button on the remote, she engaged the engine which would automatically start up the air-conditioning. There was nothing worse than getting into a hot car.
She was going to enjoy being pampered.
Approaching her car, she frowned, seeing the dark, dusty, blue van parked unforgivably close to it. Squeezing through the minimal opening, careful not to soil her slacks on the dirty van, Liz reached for the car door. She heard the van doors behind her slide open. A hand clamped over her mouth and another grabbed her around the waist. In the time it took her to think to scream, she was yanked into the van and the doors slammed shut.
Before she had a chance to utter a single word in protest, someone shoved a cloth in her mouth and tied it tightly around her head. For a split second she saw the hands as they lifted a cloth to her eyes, covering up her sight. As the shock began to wear off, Liz came to the alarming revelation.
She was being kidnapped.
Despite the rag in her mouth, she screamed, though it came out muffled. Using her best defense, she began to kick wildly with her legs, her fists stabbing at air. There was no damn way she was going to sit still and let this happen to her.
Her foot connected with something solid and when she heard the wild cursing, she knew she’d hit her abductor. So she kept kicking and flailing with her hands.
“God damn bitch.”
The force of the blow to her jaw knocked her back, hitting her head on the floor as she fell. Stars exploded before her covered eyes as the pain ricocheted from her jaw to her head. The nausea began to build in her gut and she thought she might vomit as he rolled her onto her stomach, then held her.
She yelped when he yanked her arms back and tied them roughly together by the wrists.
“Serves you right.”
His nails scraped her bare feet as he ripped the shoes from her feet. What the hell was going to happen to her?
What did he have planned to do with her? She began to panic, her breathing rapid as she rolled herself over. Pulling her legs to her chest, she prayed for someone to save her.
It startled her when the van began to roll and she realized there was more than one abductor. She felt every bump as the vehicle bounced on the road, making her already jittery stomach swirl like a tornado. She swallowed it back, demanding her body not expel the contents of her breakfast because she knew the outcome would not be a pleasant one. Not with the gag over her mouth. It seemed that they drove forever, stopping here and there moments, then rolling along again.
She knew he was near because she could hear his breathing. Her mind foggy, she couldn’t think above the pain. What should she do? What should she do?
When the van stopped and she heard a door open, then close, she sucked in a deep breath, her stomach tense as she prepared for the worse. The screech of metal startled her as the sliding door opened. Her heart began to race so fast she thought she might pass out.
“Grab her legs.”
“Her mouth is bleeding.”
“Yeah.” He laughed.
She felt hands sliding under her back as another set grabbed hold of her ankles. Her body tensed as they lifted and shifted her. Where were they taking her?
“Let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth in her mouth, jerking her body in an attempt to break free.
“Hold her.”
“I’ve got her.”
His hands slid under her arm pits and grabbed hold of her breasts. She felt the nausea rising up in her throat.
“Cut it out.”
“Oh come on, I’m just having a little fun.”
“There’s no need for that.”
Liz heard a door creak, keys jingling, then another door opening. There wasn’t another sound to be heard anywhere. Silence still in the air, Liz wondered where she’d been taken.
“I can take her from here.”
“I’ve already got a good grip.”
One voice was deep, the other whiny and higher in tone. The one with the higher tone had been in the back of the van with her, and the one who’d hit her. How many others were there?
The way they shifted her, she judged that she was being carried up a flight of stairs, and from the sound of the stairs, they weren’t carpeted. The one holding her feet wore boots of some sort that made a clomping sound as he stepped. And the one near her head wore softer soled shoes, maybe running shoes. His hands were soft, despite the brutality, and he wore something with buttons down the front. He smelt like cheap cologne and sweat.
Everything she could, she put to memory. Even if she couldn’t see her abductors, at least she could identify them by smell and sound.
“Set her down on the chair.”
The deep voiced one. She felt the chair beneath her butt, then hands pressing her down. The instant the hands slid from around her chest, she bolted up, attempting to break free. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see, she wasn’t going to sit still while they did God knew what to her.
“Hold her down, damn it.”
“I didn’t think she would make a break for it.”
The hand that grabbed her viciously yanked her down, planting her hard into the chair, and when he leaned down and whispered in her ear, she knew it was the snooty one.
“Try that again and I’ll knock you so hard you won’t remember your name.”
“Hey, settle down.”
“Just tie her up already.”
The one with the deep voice didn’t seem to care much for the snooty voiced one. She felt something brush over her chest and she tensed up. When it pulled against her, she realized they were tying her up with a rope. “Please, let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth.
“Not going to happen, sweetheart.”
The deep voiced one was tying her up. He had a different smell to him, something familiar. Calvin, he wore Calvin cologne and he wore boots of some sort, his voice was deep and he didn’t seem to like his partner. Remember it, Liz, remember every detail.
“There, that should hold her.”
She flinched as the hands touched the back of her head, then realized they were untying her blind fold. It slid away and she blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes to focus. The hands worked at the back of her head once more, untying the gag.
“Please, please just let me go.” She wished she could rub her eyes to make them focus.
“Maybe you should have left the gag over her mouth.”
Her eyes shifted to her left where the voice came from.
Through her blurred vision, she could make out the figure standing at her side. Blinking her lashes, she saw he wore a mask, a female mask, and he was tall and thin. He wore a silk green shirt with buttons running along the front. And as her eyes focused she looked into the mask of Betty Rubble.
“She’s secured, we can go now.”
Her head turned to her right and to the big man moving out from behind her. He wore a white polo style shirt, blue jeans and work boots, and as he turned to face her, she saw the Bart Simpson mask that covered his entire head, save the eyes and mouth.
She’d been abducted by Betty Rubble and Bart
Simpson.
Stefanie D said,
November 16, 2007 @ 12:57 pm
Hi Sheila, your book sounds great!!!
Oh, and I have three questions for you:
1 - What is your favorite food? My answer: French fries!!!
2 - What is your favorite animal? A cat.
3 - Whar are you afraid of? Spiders!!! Those big hairy ones, brrrrr.
Stefanie D said,
November 16, 2007 @ 12:59 pm
Oh btw, great excerpt! :P
cathy M said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:05 pm
Great interview and I really enjoyed the excerpts. The one on the Linden Bay website is a hoot.
Maureen said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:31 pm
I enjoyed the interview and excerpt. I’m wondering if the characters for the next books in your series are introduced in this book.
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:36 pm
Hi Stephanie,
Glad you like the excerpt. I had a blast writing this book. There were times I had myself LOL.
Now for your questions.
Oh, and I have three questions for you:
1 - What is your favorite food? My answer: French fries!!! CHICKEN
2 - What is your favorite animal? A cat. CATS. I have 5
3 - Whar are you afraid of? Spiders!!! Those big hairy ones, brrrrr. THUNDEr STORMS. Always have been and probably always will be.
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:39 pm
Hi Cathy,
Thanks. I rather like the one on Linden Bay’s site as well. I wanted to showcase the humor in the story and that one fit it perfectly.
Here it is for those that are wondering.
Excerpt from Kidnapped:
“Dinner time, princess.”
He set a plate of chicken and mashed potatoes on her lap, and as she examined it, she spoke. “Wow, not only do you mend my cuts but you feed me such enticing meals. I am the luckiest hostage ever.”
“Hey, I could just as easily take it back, princess,” Mac challenged, reaching out to take the plate.
“That’s fine, I’ll eat it.”
Stepping around her, he knelt down to untie her right hand. “Don’t make me regret this.”
She pulled her free hand away from his touch and gave it a twist. “How am I supposed to eat this without utensils?”
“It’s chicken, you’re meant to pick it up with your fingers. Or is that too low class for you princess?”
She snarled, responding in kind. “Chicken can be eaten with your fingers, dumb ass, but not the mashed potatoes.” Scooping some on her finger, she daringly flicked it towards his masked face.
His brow lifted beneath the mask, and he admired her boldness. “If you’re hungry enough, you’ll use your fingers.” Wiping it from his mask, he flicked it towards her, hitting her right on that upturned nose of hers.
Aghast, she scooped up the potatoes on her plate and threw them smartly at his face. “Be my guest.”
He blinked with surprise, then decided two could play that game and scooped the potatoes from his face and threw them back at her, laughing at the shock on her face. “Okay, truce.” He held his hand up when he saw the look in her eye. “Let me help you clean that off your face.”
“I can manage, just give me a napkin.” Scooping what she could feel from her face, she flicked her hand, the potatoes flying towards him. “Oops, I’m sorry.”
“Like hell you are.” He decided it might be best to let it go. Standing, he grabbed the napkins from the tray and handed a few to her. “Sure you don’t want me to help?”
“I can manage, thank you.” She took the napkins and began to wipe her face.
“You missed a spot, right…there.” He touched the side of her nose, his eyes meeting hers.
“Thank you.” Her eyes still on his, she wiped the spot he’d touched.
“Here.” Taking her hand in his he felt her pulse fluttering as he guided her to the spot she’d missed. He helped her wipe her face, his eyes never leaving hers. Then her tongue slid from her mouth to lap up the potatoes from her lips and he felt it hit him directly in the loins. God, what he wouldn’t give to feel that tongue on his— “There, you’ve got it now.” Uncomfortable, he sat down, setting his plate on his lap.
They sat in silence, eating the flavorless chicken, neither sparing the other a look. The heat that stirred between the two of them was obvious, and neither knew how to deal with it. Silence remained as he gathered up their dishes and left the room
Estella said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:42 pm
Great excerpt!
What do you do when you are not writing?
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:49 pm
Hi Maureen.
This is a great interview. I love the questions Cindy asked me
As for your question. Yes indeed. Victor Davis, who is the hero in book two, Escape in passion, is introduced in Discovery. Vic is Thomas
Healy’s best friend and comes to Passion to help unravel the mystery of Cassie’s haunted house.
Here is a quick little blurb of Escape in Passion. An excerpt of Escape can be seen at the back of Discovery in Passion.
Nothing is ordinary in the small town of Passion, especially the love.
Victor Davis is a man trying to escape the tragedy of his past. Several months ago, a bullet that was meant for him killed his girlfriend by mistake. Now struggling to move on, Victor’s taken over as the chief of police of Passion. Vic knows everyone in Passion, so naturally he can’t help but notice when beautiful stranger Julia Wilson moves into the small town.
Mysterious and alluring, Julia came to Passion with one thing on her mind, avenging the death of her sister. Desperate to find the truth, and keeping her true identity a secret, Julia enters into an affair with the one man she thinks might be able to give her answers—Victor Davis.
Lust and love run rampant when Victor and Julia enter into a torrid romance. But Julia’s deception turns dangerous and secrets from Victor’s past soon threaten their fragile relationship. Murder, kidnapping, and an escape that you’ll never forget. Welcome to the town of Passion.
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 1:53 pm
Hi Estella
What do I do when I’m not writing? Due to my debilitating migraines, I don’t work outside my home. Florescent lights are a major trigger for me.
I maintain a website for a non-profic organization I belong to. When I’m not doing that, I take care of my three children and my husband.
In the evenings I like to sit and relax with my hubby and watch our favorite TV shows while I knit or crochet.
Great excerpt!
What do you do when you are not writing?
Melanie said,
November 16, 2007 @ 6:47 pm
Hi Shiela!
Just coming to say hi. And just so everyone knows, Vic is mine. Just wanted to throw that in there. ;
Great interview
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 6:57 pm
LOL Yes Melanie, Vic is all yours. Careful though, he might just show up at your door wearing a red bow around a certain part of his anatomy
RobynL said,
November 16, 2007 @ 7:24 pm
great excerpts; this is lol - She’d been abducted by Betty Rubble and Bart
Simpson.
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 9:17 pm
Thanks Robyn.
My kids were heavy into the Simpsons at the time I was writing Kidnapped. I just couldn’t resist using a Bart mask. And well betty, because was always second best, in the background, never a main character. Perfect for the second villian, Terry.
Shiela said,
November 16, 2007 @ 9:21 pm
Well, my time here is done. I want to thank Cindy for letting me showase my work here today and for the lovely interview.
And to all that have come and posted a comment and read my excerpts, I thank you as well.
One of you will be the lucky winner of a print copy of Kidnapped. So stay tuned.
Have a nice night, and may the romance capture your heart.
Laura @ Laura Williams' Musings said,
November 17, 2007 @ 12:44 am
Sounds interesting. Count me in.
blogged ya: http://laurawilliamsmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-edition-of-contests-galore_17.
Teresa W. said,
November 17, 2007 @ 9:08 am
Enjoyed the excerpt and I’m always looking for new authors to read so I’m glad to have discovered you!
Cindi Hoppes said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:18 am
Hello! What a wonderful contest? What does the author like most about creating stories?! Thanks, Cindi
Maria V said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:22 am
Loved that you gave us a whole chapter to salivate upon! Please count me in!
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:47 am
You’re in, Laura. Thanks for joining me.
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:49 am
Why thank you Teresa, I’m glad you discovered me as well!
Check out my website to find out more about my books and me. Plus, I have a newsletter that will keep you informed of when my next book will be released.
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:52 am
Hi Cindi,
What do I like most about creating stories. Having others read and enjoy them and maybe, walk away with a warm feeling inside.
And…Its nice to be able to let my wandering mind free
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 11:54 am
HI Maria,
I’m so glad you enjoyed the excerpts! Thank you for joining me today!
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 12:02 pm
I was going to do tis last night and I forgot. Bad me. So I’ll do it now.
Here’s a little taste of Passion.
Discovery in Passion: Availble now.
“Mind if I position you?”
“Oh, baby, do with me what you will.”
Thomas hoped he could get this done without embarrassing himself. Her deep seductive voice definitely was doing a number on him. “Lie partially on your side.”
“Like this?”
“Not that much; tilt your upper body to the side a bit. Like this.” Oh, touching her had not been a smart move. Biting his lip, Thomas shifted her into position. “Now lift your right leg, bend at the knee and place your left hand across your belly. Perfect.”
“Thank you.”
He was going to lose it. Seeing the roses on the table, he picked them up and snapped off the blooms.
“Hey!”
“I’ll buy you more.” She’d brought over four, and he was going to use all four. Leaving one on the table, Thomas began plucking petals from the rest and dropped them onto her naked body. They fell lightly to land on her chest, belly and hands. The last bloom he took and carefully slid it into her hair just over her right ear. He took a step back, looking at her through a painter’s eyes and was satisfied with what he saw.
“Are we good to go?” Cassie inquired.
With a nod, Thomas walked to the easel. Lifting the charcoal pencil, he began to work.
“How many nudes have you really painted?” Cassie asked while Thomas worked busily behind the easel.
“Ten.”
“Wow. My nose is itchy.”
“Don’t move.”
“Easy for you to say.” She wiggled her nose, and he scowled at her. “Sorry.”
“You only think your nose is itchy because you can’t move. We haven’t been at this long. I’ll be done soon enough, then you can scratch your nose. Think of something else.”
“How long will this take?”
He paused, looked around the easel at her. “We can quit right now if you like?”
“No. I’ll deal with it. So, why did you move all the way out here?”
“Why did you?” His hand worked quickly, putting the lovely image before him on canvas.
“I pulled out a map, closed my eyes and pointed. When I opened my eyes, it had landed on Passion. Here I am.”
His eyes lifted from his work. “You pointed to a map and that’s how you chose where you’d live?”
“You betcha.”
She was an odd one. “Why didn’t you stay in Calgary?”
“I wanted to be on my own, and I knew if I stayed too close to home I would only end up relying on my parents. It was time I moved out on my own in any case.”
“You’re what…twenty-three-ish?” Thomas spoke while his hand drew the fine lines of her figure.
“Oh, you are a sweetheart. I’m twenty-eight.”
His eyes lifted now with a great deal of surprise. “You don’t look it.”
“You definitely know how to flatter a girl. What’s your story, Thomas Healy? Why did you choose to live in this small out of the way town?”
“It was quiet.” It was proving to be a little more difficult drawing her breasts than he thought it would be. Closing his eyes, he chastised himself for letting his mind wander, then returned to his art.
“It was quiet? What kind of answer is that?”
“A simple one. You moved your leg.”
“I did not.”
Thomas grunted, setting his pencil down before walking to her. “You’re leaning it against your other leg.” Taking her knee in his hand, he moved it back into place. His eyes drifted to the ripe pinkness between her legs, and he nearly drooled all over her. “Keep it there.”
“I know you want me, Thomas.”
Who wouldn’t want her? “We can’t always have everything we want.” He proceeded to draw the detail of her body.
“Certain things we can, and I wouldn’t mind one bit if you took me.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Fine, I’ll hire someone else to fix up my house.”
“You signed a contract which is legally binding.”
She huffed. “Then I’ll break it and let my lawyer deal with the outcome.”
“It’ll be tied up in court for months, maybe longer, and you still wouldn’t get your way.”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“It’s ingrained. I said don’t move,” he chastised her when she sat up.
“I nearly had you on the stairs at my house, and trust me, you weren’t thinking of business or the damn contract at the time. I could have you begging me to take you. Just like that.” She snapped her fingers.
“And you would only humiliate yourself. Lie back down,” Thomas insisted.
“The hell I will.” She stood up, rose petals floating to the floor.
“If you don’t lie back down, I won’t be able to finish the painting.” He lied; he could draw or paint her with his eyes closed. Every curve of her body was ingrained in his memory.
“Screw the painting. You’re trying to tell me that if I came to you now, wrapped my arms around you and rubbed my naked body against you, that you wouldn’t take me?”
Thomas laid his pencil down because he knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere until she was through with her snit. “Funny, you don’t strike me as a desperate
woman.”
Her jaw dropped. “Desperate! How dare you.”
“I believe anything worth having is worth waiting for. Anything that is rushed is not. I’m not looking for a quick fuck, and if that’s all you’re looking for, go hang out at the local bar and wait for the oil riggers to come in.They’re always looking for a quickie.” He mentally cursed himself for what he’d said.
“You bastard.” Grabbing her wrap, she threw it on and stomped from the house.
“That was nice, Thomas, really fucking nice,” he muttered after the door slammed with her exit.
Caitlin Hoy said,
November 17, 2007 @ 12:29 pm
It looks like a great read. I’ll have to leave hints around the house for Santa. :daydream I can’t wait to read it. I loved the excerpt and the great contest.
Caitlin
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 12:35 pm
‘Tis the season, right Caitlin?
:agree
Glad you enjoyed the excerpts!
tami said,
November 17, 2007 @ 6:20 pm
how does any one writes that has kids? i can barely focus on tv :hlaugh
Shiela said,
November 17, 2007 @ 8:40 pm
Well fortunately, Tami, my kids are old enough to know to leave me alone when I’m writing. But it was tough when they were little. I usually wrote when they were asleep.
Dena said,
November 18, 2007 @ 3:51 am
Hi Shiela, Kidnapped sounds like a really good book. Great interview.The fun question about smelling was a new one I’ve never heard before,lol.
Janet Collier said,
November 18, 2007 @ 8:32 am
Ive been looking for a new read and this one sounds fabulous! Sign me up!
Angela said,
November 18, 2007 @ 8:34 am
AWSOME.. defently enter me. I’d love to read this!
Shiela said,
November 18, 2007 @ 3:57 pm
Hi Dena
Thank you, I think Kidnapped is a pretty good book too.
I’m glad you find it interesting.
I’d never thought about being a scent before. Funny thing is, I love the smell of strawberries but I don’t care to eat them.
Shiela said,
November 18, 2007 @ 3:59 pm
YOur name’s been added, Janet. Thanks for joining me.
Shiela said,
November 18, 2007 @ 4:00 pm
Hi Angela, what a pretty name. Happens to be my daughters name as well