Quick: five single, non-related
words to describe the hero and heroine in your current WIP. (Make sure to tell
us the characters’ names!)
Lulah Wallis: Impulsive,
compassionate, adventurous, dependable, generous
Vince Marr: Artistic, wounded, mysterious,
honest, cautious
--This is a Launch Party for my new
book, “Trade Winds,” where I make NO secret about my love for waterfall sex.
*Grin.* So spill: what’s your fantasy outdoor sex fantasy? Perhaps you’ve
already written it? Which book was it in?
Outdoor sex fantasy, easy, it
involves a glade in a forest, a large rock and somebody who thinks they’re alone. It’s coming up in
my WIP.
--What are you looking forward to
seeing or doing the most this summer? Any summer rituals or traditions you’d
like to share?
I’m in the other hemisphere so
winter is sitting ready to pounce. We get a lot of rain in winter, no snow
where I am, but plenty further south. I don’t change my habits much for the
seasons, just the amount of clothing I wear to combat the rain and mud.
--Do you use music for inspiration?
If so, what gets your motor running for what scenes?
I use music for emotional scenes and
run through anything from Jeff Buckley, Elbow, Arcade Fire, The Hold Steady,
Sam Baker. However, I write in silence so I listen to music out running or in
the car, and usually I’ll come across something to help with a scene.
--Same question, only apply it to
movie and TV stars. Who’s on the top of your hottie list right now?
My hottie list right now? Oh, Tom
Hardy for sure. There’s this thing he does in Wuthering Heights and I keep
going back to it (in my head). Often I’m inspired by just a look— that two
seconds on the screen that really gets the burn going.
I’ve got two WIPs going at the
moment and for one I’m using Jessie Pavelka as inspiration for a Dom named
Kellach. If I have to sit and stare at him for a bit, well, that’s okay, I’m
prepared to suffer for my art!
--What’s your astrological sign, and
do you think it fits you?
Leo … yeah, it suits. I’m regal with
mad hair!
--When was the last time you cried,
and why?
Non-stop since last week when my
15-year-old dog was put to sleep. Still weepy. He was my second shadow, such an
honest buddy. Okay, crying again.
And now for some true silliness:
--Pizza or burgers?
Pizza (specifically Margherita)
--Pie or cake?
Apple Pie, no, wait, Apple Cake. No,
wait …
--Snickers or Milky Way?
Potato chips
--Vickie’s Secret or Freddies of
Hollywood?
Freddies
--The Rock or Vin Diesel?
Vin
--Tooth extraction or pap smear?
Pap smear, faster with no lingering
aftertaste.
--Awesome foreplay or mushy
post-coital cuddle?
Awesome foreplay every time
Blurb:
Marlo Croft, canine behaviorist at the Dog Haven Sanctuary in Halo
Peak, Washington, has her life neatly organized. The trauma of her past is well
buried, her emotions tamped down, and rehabilitating and rehoming damaged and
unwanted dogs gives her the focused, contained life that makes her feel secure.
The arrival of a new rescue dog, Justice, also brings the
unwelcome distraction of a handsome stranger who is to shadow Marlo and Justice
through the dog’s rehabilitation.
Suffering guilt over the death of his wife, New Zealander Adam Guildford’s
short contract in the US to research dog fighting is what he hopes will pull
him out of the limbo he has floundered in for the past four years. He arrives
prepared to tackle the emotional and behavioral needs of the rescued dogs, but
completely unprepared for the way his presence unnerves Marlo and awakens his
own dormant feelings.
As they start to gain Justice’s trust, Marlo loosens her grip on
her inner fears and the simmering attraction between her and Adam heats up.
Adam works carefully to dismantle the emotional barricades Marlo erected, until
one day he unwittingly delivers the horror from Marlo’s past straight to her
doorstep, an action that tears the three of them apart.
***
Excerpt from Saving Justice
Pulling away from the kiss, pausing, forehead
to forehead, grabbing for a better breath, Adam eased her grip from his shirt
and set her hands at her sides against the wall.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. Taking two steps
back, he studied her while he dragged together some self-control. No hurry. Slow
it down. The light from the other room caused a low illumination that mingled
with the moonlight and washed her skin with a blue-tinged hue. Oh, hell, her
breasts. Her nipples were taut with expectation, and he sucked his tongue hard
against the roof of his mouth as he recalled how they’d peak when he drew them
in.
Marlo raised her hand, reaching to him.
“Don’t move,” he repeated. “I want to look at
you and when I’ve finished, I’m going to give you something to blush about.”
The sight of her front on, leaning there
against the wall with her chin lifted and defiant, imprinted in his memory so
that if he closed his eyes she would appear. He ignored the intense discomfort
and begging from his cock as he took his time studying her. When she began to
fidget beneath his scrutiny his pleasure soared. Impatient little tiger.
“Adam?” her voice was a harsh whisper.
“Turn around and face the wall.” He watched
the confusion ripple across her face. “I like looking at you and want to
remember all of you, in this entranceway, standing in just your panties,
waiting for me to take you.”
In the low light, he could imagine the soft
pink flush heating her cheeks. A moment later, he reminded her that he was
waiting.
Marlo turned slowly, with such grace, his
breath snagged as he beat down a moan. Jesus,
he had scarcely touched her.
He studied the gentle sweep of her back, the
nip of her waist, the curve of her buttocks. Her hair fell past her shoulders
in a tumble of messy bedtime curls and he watched the quickening rise of her
ribs as her breathing became faster and shallower. He paused a little bit and
savored the anticipation before stepping close to her, deliberately staying
inches from touching. “You all right there?” he asked softly.
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“Control your breathing. Deep, slow.”
She nodded again, and he waited to be certain
her breath changed. As it slowed, he reached for her hair and shifted it so it
hung over the front of her right shoulder. Using one finger, he tracked the
line from shoulder to shoulder, and she trembled. “God, you’re beautiful.” He
exhaled, realizing his own breathing needed some control. Then he traced the
same path with his tongue, blew along it and drew back to watch her shiver.
“Still okay here?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good girl.” He moved back, gathered her hair
together and wound it into one tight coil around his fist before lifting it
high to her head, exposing her neck. He placed his mouth on the nape of her
neck and kept it there on her warm skin, tasting her, feeling her heat, staying
on that spot until she shuddered. Using his lips, tongue, and teeth, he
leisurely made his way down her spine, awakening every nerve on his journey. He
released her hair and spanned her hips with both hands, thumbs pressing into
those two indentations at the top of her buttocks as he kept her against the
wall. She was squirming now beneath his mouth, and he pulled away. “Stay still,
honey.”
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About the
author
New Zealand-born, Tasman Gibb loves to write
contemporary romance that very often features emotionally flawed heroines and
heroes. She lives in Auckland, New Zealand, but spends as much time as
possible on the Coromandel Peninsula. She shares a home with Mr Scott and Ed,
an old, smelly rescue dog. She likes to cook and hates to clean.
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