Hello Kait! Thank you so much for visiting Written
Butterfly with me today! It’s such a
pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…
Hi Beth! Thanks for having me!
Q) Do you try more to
be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
A) A bit of both. Authors becomes favourites for a reason. Readers
expect certain things that you should try to give them while at the same time you
have to stretch and grow as an author or else things get stagnant. It’s a
balancing act.
Q) Do you plan all
your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
A) Characters usually come to me in pairs with their
conflicts already brewing. Since I’m a pantser I explore and build the dynamics
as I write. I love when something new about the characters pops up while I write.
Q) What are your
upcoming projects?
I’ve got a hitman romance on submission and am working on
the next in my Sensation series as well as the first full story of my paranormal
Fated series.
Blurb:
Lies tore them apart…
Tamara Roberts only wanted to live her
life and write her novels. After living hard and fast in her youth, life now
happened almost exclusively on the page for Tamara. Her carefully constructed
life is torn apart when her long estranged husband makes an appearance on her
doorstep looking too sexy for comfort.
Peter Worthington has one request before
they part ways for good. That Tamara comes to make peace with his dying father.
But the simple request comes with a huge tangle of complications. He never
expected devastating revelations to be uncovered or for the chemistry between
them to still be explosive. But will the truth bring them back together?
Extract:
“Don’t you ever do
anything but work?”
Tamara Roberts
looked up from her screen at her assistant and gave her a mild smile as she
pushed a stray lock of dark hair out of her eyes. “The last I checked, yeah. I
eat, sleep, breathe, watch the occasional movie.”
“Very funny.”
Angela Parsons, PA par excellence, slumped into the chair on the other side of
the table to smile at her boss and friend. Gentle concern was clear on her
face. “You’ve got to get out there. Live a little.”
“I’ve lived plenty.”
Hard, fast, and stupidly when she was younger. Tamara viciously stabbed the
keyboard with her fingers as she finished a paragraph. They’d been through this
many times before. Angela couldn’t seem to understand that not everyone needed—or
wanted—to date wildly inappropriate men and party every weekend.
There was nothing
wrong with wanting a quiet life. Work was more than fulfilling. Her writing was
both a living and an escape. And it gave her a comfortable life. All pluses in
her book.
“I’m just saying
that being cooped up in the house all the time with nothing but your screen and
the voices in your head for company can’t be great for you.”
“It’s more than
enough, Angela.” Tamara picked up one of the many pens on her desk and jotted a
note on a pad before she forgot about it. “Besides. I have you.”
“You need to find
a man like the ones you write about.” She leaned forward, her beautiful red
hair bouncing with her movement. “Smart. Sexy. Handsome. Won’t take no for an
answer. Worships the ground you walk on. You know, the perfect man.”
Ignoring the man
that came to mind at that description, Tamara shook her head. “There’s no such
thing as a perfect man except on paper.”
“Oh, I don’t know
about that. The guy I’m seeing this weekend seems promising.”
Tamara tapped her
pen against her glasses. “You’ve said that about the last four men.”
“It’s different
this time. Caleb is a winner. I can feel it.”
Tamara smiled as
encouragingly as she could. Why Angela felt the need to go through the hassle
of a relationship, no matter how short, was beyond her. “So…”
It took her almost
a full three seconds to remember what they had been discussing before she went
off on a tangent. Angela nodded. “Of course. I’ll get your blog sorted out. Was
there anything else you needed?”
“Milk?” Tamara was
already thinking about the hero’s final grovel. Angela didn’t usually need
things spelled out for her. “I have a list on the fridge.”
“I’m on it.” She
stood and stretched sinuously.
How can anyone be
so innately sexual? Tamara shoved her glasses up her nose. Apparently, some
people were just born with it. She, on the other hand, preferred to fly under
the radar.
Angela made no
move to leave, however.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just thought
you might want to talk about what your editor said.”
Tamara bit the
inside of her cheek. “It’s all good, Angela.”
“Really? Because
it looks like your head’s about to explode just thinking about it.”
Why would she be
upset over the fact that her editor said that her latest projects felt a bit
‘samey’? That her heroes lately were all barely redeemable jerks? That she
needed to get out of her comfort zone and try something different?
Not upsetting at
all.
Tamara was so okay
with it that she had cried for a little bit. What was half an hour spent
wallowing? Okay. It was an hour of wine and tears in the bath, but it was all
part of a writer’s life, right? She knew she needed to evolve. And that was
exactly what she was going to do with this new book.
Her PA’s voice cut
through the reverie.
“If you say so.
But you know I’m always here if you want to talk.”
Tamara couldn’t
help but smile. “Thanks.” Angela was a true friend.
One who was
currently distracted by something she saw outside.
When Angela
continued to stand and stare, Tamara had to ask, “What’s up?”
She pointed. “If
you wanted to get out of your rut and try something new, you should take a run
at the guy outside,” Angela said approvingly. “Very hot.”
There was someone
outside? Tamara couldn’t imagine who would go out of their way to search her
out. True, she had some diehard fans, but she wrote under a pseudonym and,
thanks to her reclusive nature, people who lived nearby had no idea who she was
besides being the quiet writer. That was if they ever saw her stray farther
than the mailbox.
She pushed her
chair back and strode over to stand next to her friend. The instant she saw the
familiar tall, broad-shouldered build clad in a fine dark suit, Tamara’s knees
wobbled a little.
Even after nearly
a decade, she still knew him on sight. She didn’t even have to see his face.
And her body reacted with a force only he’d even been able to elicit from her.
No. It couldn’t
be.
As if he could
hear her thoughts, he turned his head slightly to peer at the window where they
stood. Tamara’s heart stuttered to a stop. What she already knew was confirmed.
Dark hair shorter
and his face leaner than she remembered, he was still a fine specimen of the
male of the species. One look at him always had the ability to knock the breath
from her lungs.
Peter Worthington.
Impossible. What
would he be doing there?
Her first impulse
was to hide. It would have been so easy to get Angela to answer the door and
deny her being there, but it was obvious he knew she lived there. Why else
would he be there?
“Tamara? Are you
okay?” Angela’s bright green gaze bounced between her and the man outside. “Who
is that?”
“No one.”
“You’re not
reacting like he’s no one.” Alarmed now, she put her hand on Tamara’s shoulder.
“You don’t think he’s a stalker or something, do you?”
“No.” Tamara watched
him take long-legged strides up the boarded path with growing dread. “It’s my
husband.”
Buy Links:
Evernight Publishing -
https://www.evernightpublishing.com/raking-the-ashes-by-kait-gamble/
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/917332
Author
Info:
An inveterate traveller, Kait
has set foot on three continents and has the other four on her bucket list (yes,
even Antarctica). Until she can see them all, she writes romances that take
readers to far flung locales, often to places she’s been or hopes to one day
go. For now, she’s settled in England where she spends most of her time
plotting, scribbling ideas on every available scrap of paper and trying out
dialogue on her cat.
Where to Find
Me:
Website: www.kaitgamble.com
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