Hello Raven! Thank you so much for visiting Written
Butterfly with me today! It’s such a
pleasure to chat with you.
R:- Thank you for inviting me. I’m so excited
about Darling Doc. Just shut me up if I ramble on too long...
So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of
your characters?
I
thought I’d lot my ability to write hot. To say it worried me was an
understatement. I had so many thing, I knew I wanted to write, but no
inclination. It seems I just needed the right characters. The minute I pictured
them, I knew their story would scorch the pages, in the best possible way. The
heroine Sandy, is name after a fantastic supported of mine, and the hero Alistair
is the name of a friend and which fits my hero to a ‘T’.
Q) Is this book part of a series? If so, can you tell us about it?
Hopefully
it’s the first book in a series called Naughty Forties. The hero and heroine
are at that very interesting age. Makes for a lot of fun. Old enough to have
seen a bit of life, and young enough not to creak too much. Wink The next book’s working title is The Awesome
Ladies Supper Club.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact
about your book?
The water bottle scene really happened.
To me. I was in the situation I put Sandy, my heroine in. Sadly the rest is all
from my imagination.
Q)
What gave you the inspiration for your book?
That water bottle scenario. I giggled about
it, shared in my Fb group, and was told I just had to put it in a book. Then
while I was in Hong Kong, and chatting to my ex-hairdresser who now lives
there, I bounced the idea off him. He was ‘go for it’.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in
the writing frame of mind?
Nope.
I just open the lap top and get on with it. And write whoever shouts loudest.
Q) How much real life do you put into or
influences your books?
I love
using places I know. Hence Darling Doc is set in a mythical village in the
Trossachs in Scotland. I also have a book, hopefully out next year set in Hong
Kong, my favourite city in the world. (Which I’ve used before) I’ve also set
alot of books in Scotland, Devon, London, Barbados...
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
How
long have we got?
Writing
wise, I have... deep breath a Regency to finish, that I am extending
from 14k to 70. It’s contracted and needs to be with the publisher by August.
That sounds a long while away, but it’s probably one of the hardest things I’ve
done. Trying to weave a short story into all the added back story, extra
scenes, and not lose the thread or timeline, is exhilarating, scary and difficult.
But great fun.
And...
I have another round of edits due for my first ever chick lit, The Pop up Bookshop
on the Cliffs, (Cliff Cottage) which is due out in May, (That’s coimng out
under my sweeter alter ego, Katy Lilley). Then finish off a contemporary sweet
romance set in Scotland and Hong Kong, and a saga to write. All either
contracted or under consideration.
And
a bit of fun with a serious side. A story about a group of blokes who expect to
go on a golf week and end up doing a lot more. I was at a charity dinner in aid
of the RNIB, and somehow raised several hundred pounds by ‘offering’ (I say
that tongue-in-cheek) to write a book with peoples names in it. As they all
paid very well for the privilege, I’m trying to decide if I go ‘hot’ (very tempted...
Tony the lizard—long tongue ;), Clive the silver fox, smooth and sophisticated,
Geraint the magnificent and so on...) or do a sort of a chick lit. Both are
muttering. Neither screaming yet, but...
And
of course The Awesome Ladies supper club.
I
better get a move on...
Anyway
before all that, Darling Doc will be with you...
Blurb...
This stuff only
happens in romance novels….
After a chance meeting on a crowded
tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.
1, It is perfectly possible to lust
after a stranger.
2, It isn’t only fictional heroines
who need to carry spare panties.
3, A man’s voice really can almost
make you climax in public.
4, Great sex does exist.
5, Being a doctor can complicate
things.
When her chance encounter turns up
in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on
offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and
what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can
it?
(Sandy is on a
tram in Edinburgh when Scotland are playing New Zealand at rugby. The tram goes
past the stadium, and is full to bursting with fans.)
We were all
sweating—neat whisky in half the bodies I reckoned. Then when the tram lurched
to a halt, the doors opened, and half a dozen more blokes crowded in.
Somebody pressed
into me, and as the pole thing you hang onto unless you want to end up on the
floor, and probably show your knickers was about an inch from my boobs, there
was no way I could have given whoever it was any more room.
Then holy hell, I
wished I had.
Something was
pressed into the crack of my ass.
Yeah… A long, hard
cock-shaped something.
Definitely not
everything.
Oh shite. I had no idea what I could do.
Talk about stuck between a rock (or is that cock?) and a hard place, and I
wasn’t sure which was which.
“Hell, I’m so
bloody sorry.”
Oh my blooming God.
That voice was panty-dropping, salivating hotness. All of a sudden I couldn’t
give a toss what was pressed up against me.
“It’s a water
bottle, honestly,” the same sex on legs voice said. “I’ll show you when we get
to Murrayfield. If I tried now I would be had up for sexual harassment.”
“Ah, it’s fine.”
Sheesh, I sounded like a breathless twelve year old. Time to grow up. “Don’t
worry. If it was anything else it wouldn’t be in its original shape now, busy
carriage or not.”
He laughed. “Ohhh,
feisty lady.”
I stiffened.
Blokes usually said that in a detrimental manner. He sounded impressed.
“Nuh-oh, don’t hit
me. That was a compliment.”
How did he read my
mind?
“I wouldn’t dream
of it.” Shit, talk about frosty voice, but honestly, what was he like? And I
didn’t mean hot. After all, I still hadn’t seen his face. “I’m not so uncouth.”
“That’s good
then,” he said with a lilt to his voice that just got to me deep down inside.
The tram slowed. “And here we are. Are you coming to the match?”
The doors opened,
and people began to push past me to get out. The pressure from behind
disappeared as I held in to the pole in front of me and gradually found space
to breathe.
A water bottle
waved in front of my eyes, and then a male body appeared.
Dressed in a kilt
that actually suited his shape.
And oh my, what a
shape. Hot as Hades. Mid-forties, I
guessed, with long black hair in a plait and smoky grey eyes. I’m a sucker for
both of those. Add in that smooth as chocolate velvet voice and, God almighty,
an earring. Now if he had a secret tattoo, I’d be butter.
“Right then, this
is to show you I was telling the truth.” He dropped the bottle in my hands,
sketched a wave, and got off the tram just as the doors began to close. I
watched him walk away. Yeah, his rear was as hot as his front.
And I had no idea
who he was.
Damn it to hell.
The carriage now
held a dozen people, and we all grabbed a seat. There were a lot of heartfelt
sighs heard.
I looked at the
water bottle. Unopened and one of those designer ones.
Now if this was
one of those scorching romances I’ll own up to reading, he would have written
his phone number on it.
As it was a tram
in Edinburgh, and the rugby took precedence over everything, he hadn’t.
But even so, now I knew the bloke I would have
shagged there and then, drank designer water and wore a kilt.
I wondered if he
was a true Scotsman?
You can find all
you need to know about me, all sides of me wink
