My friend, Nancy Goodman, invited my to join The Next Big Thing Blog Hop, and I was excited to blab about my new book! How the hop works: Answer 10 questions about your current WIP and post an excerpt...simple awesomeness! Click on Nancy's name to explore her blog!
1: What is the working title of your book?
Things Good Girls Don't Do
2: Where did the idea come from for the book?
I wanted to write a novel about a girl who takes a walk on the wild side. Trying to remember all my mom's little sayings, and with the inspiration from songs like Mama's Broken Heart and Before He Cheats, TGGDD was born!
3: What genre does your book come under?
4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Man...Henry Cavill and....Amanda Seyfried....:-)
5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Her mother always told her to be on her best behavior...but he's about to show her, being good is overrated.
6: Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?
My book is being published by Avon Impulse, a branch of Harper Collins.
7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?The first rough draft was two weeks (but only 45,000 words).
8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
That I've read? Maybe Pleasure for Pleasure by Eloisa James (just the outward changes that give her confidence). Sorry, I am completely drawing a blank!
9: Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My mom. Whenever I got in trouble, she used to quote little sayings to me, but it's funny how those things stick with you....See Question Two.
10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
My hero is outwardly bad, but has this ooey, gooey inside that I hope makes readers melt. My heroine starts out as a bit of a pushover, but with a little help from my hero, starts to gain confidence and becomes Miss Sassy Pants. My secondary characters are awesome, especially Becca!
And Now Here's My Excerpt!
It’s important to always be a nice girl, Katie. Otherwise, people won’t want to let their kids play with you.
Katie tried to remember her mother’s childhood advice while organizing the Rock Canyon Independence Day Extravaganza, the annual parade, fair, and fireworks show celebrating the Fourth of July. The only drawback was that she had to work with Mrs. Marcie Andrews. And Mrs. Andrews was trying her patience in a big way.
“I just don’t understand why the tattoo booth is set up next to the kissing booth. Those drill noises are going to be distracting.”
Katie took a breath. Sometimes Mrs. Andrews acted like she was in her eighties instead of her early fifties. She was a dairy farmer’s wife, had four kids, and attended church every Sunday, but even Katie’s mother had called her a “gossiping windbag,” and her mother had rarely spoken ill of anyone. Katie, taking a calming breath and channeling her mother’s patience-is-a-virtue mentality, said, “There won’t actually be any real tattoos being done, Mrs. Andrews. It’s going to be henna tattoos. Mr. Trepasso is just handing out his cards and giving
people samples of his work.”
Mrs. Andrews harrumphed. “Why Merve rented that space to a tattoo parlor, I’ll never know. It always just seems to draw the wrong
And the two bars in town don’t? Katie didn’t say that, though. She just smiled and said, “I’m sure it will be fine.”
Mrs. Andrews seemed to realize that Katie wasn’t going to agree with her and dropped the subject. “Now Katie, I know that the town council appointed you for this job, but I am co-head of this committee and I have more experience with this event since I’m a bit older than you. I just want to make sure you appreciate my advice, and don’t disregard it out of turn. I know how you young people like to think you know everything.”
“Of course, Mrs. Andrews, I completely value and appreciate your help. I am so honored that they picked me to help run things, but I am sure there is a lot I can learn from you.”
That seemed to pacify the older woman, and she preened. “All right, then, so your shift for the kissing booth is from three to three thirty, and we’ll start the fireworks after the Canyon Queen Pageant. I really don’t know about doing a big fireworks display. It’s a waste of money and so very dangerous.”
Katie wrote some notes in her binder, ignoring the fireworks subject for the sixteenth time, and closed it with a forced smile. “Okay, I think that’s it! We should be set for Thursday.”
Mrs. Andrews frowned a little and worried aloud, “Are you sure there’s nothing else? You have your dress for the Canyon Queen
Of course she had her dress. In a small town like Rock Canyon, everyone knew everyone else’s business and you didn’t mess with town festivities and traditions. At least six people a day asked her stupid questions like “Are you ready to retire your crown?”, “Are you excited about riding the float again?”, “What’s your dress look like?”, and “How’s Jimmy doing?”
That last question was enough to make her throw everything her mother ever taught her out the window and unleash the fury on someone. Jimmy Lawrence, her boyfriend of seven years, had broken up with her eight months ago. Actually, broken up was too mild a term. The dirty, lily-livered jerk had dumped her for a girl six years younger and twice her bra size. She’d tried to just smile and act like it didn’t bother her by participating in the Valentine’s Day singles auction—where she’d ended up spending the Sweethearts Dance with Carl Anderson, a nice enough guy when he didn’t think his rotten-egg farts were hilarious. After that, she’d gone out with a few men from church, but the men of Rock Canyon were just so . . .
She couldn’t come up with the perfect adjective to sum up the disgusting, irritating, and even boring antics of the six dates she’d had.
So Katie threw herself into one project after another, and this parade was only the latest. She tried to keep busy at the salon, and it helped that Jimmy and his new girlfriend had moved to Twin Falls, so she didn’t have to see them walking around looking happy and in love. If she had to suffer through that torture on a daily basis, she might drive her car into the canyon—after running the cheating bastard and his little tart over with her 4Runner first.
Was she bitter? Well, no one could blame her. She had put her heart and soul into a relationship that had gone nowhere. All the years she’d spent grooming Jimmy, supporting him, and now someone else got to enjoy the benefits.
Which left her here, listening to Mrs. Andrews go on and on about the marching band, when a deep voice interrupted, “Excuse me, ladies, I just wanted to hand over my check for my rental booth.”
Katie’s gaze snapped up to meet a pair of steel-gray eyes. She could hear the disapproval in Mrs. Andrews’s voice as she drawled, “Mr. Trepasso, we were just talking about you.”
Those amazing eyes didn’t stray from hers as he replied, “Please call me Chase, Mrs. Andrews. I hope you ladies were saying good things about me?”
Katie’s gaze shifted away from him to Mrs. Andrews, who looked like she’d smelled something vile. Katie, afraid the older woman would open her mouth and tell him exactly what she’d said, smiled, took his check, and quickly said, “Thanks, Chase, and of course it was good. I was just telling Mrs. Andrews what a wonderful job you did on my friend Stephanie’s rose tattoo. It’s lovely.”
Chase’s handsome face, with his slim nose, sensual mouth, and dimpled chin, lit up with a wicked grin. His brown hair was short, spiky, and a pair of studs adorned both of his ears. “Then why haven’t you been down to see me, Katie?” He lowered his voice and leaned closer. “I can do something really small and feminine, where no one would ever see it.”
Katie fought the urge to fan herself as she heard Mrs. Andrews’s gasp. She remembered the first time she’d seen Chase after he moved to Rock Canyon five months ago. He’d been moving through the crowd at Buck’s Shot Bar, handing out business cards for his parlor. He’d stopped in front of Steph and she, holding out a card to each of them, and when Chase’s hand had touched Katie’s it had been electric.
Too bad he hadn’t seemed as affected by it as her; he’d moved on to the next group without so much as a backward glance. She’d been a little disappointed at his dismissal, and when she’d seen him in the crowd at the Valentine’s Day singles auction, she had secretly hoped he might bid on her. It was an idiotic hope, though. She went off with Carl, and Chase got into a bidding war with Gregg Phillips over Ryan Ashton. He’d lost out, and since then she’d seen him out with several women, but never the same one twice. It seemed Chase had a type of woman and none of them had a reputation for being a “good” girl, unlike Katie, who couldn’t even seem to return a library book
It was just as well that he had never looked at her like that. Chase was a heartbreaker, the kind of guy everyone in town disapproved of, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get her blood pumping anytime he came near her. Only last week he’d joined her best friend Stephanie, her husband Jared, and Katie for a friendly game of pool. When she kept missing shot after shot, he’d taken her aside, bent her over the table, and whispered, “Now, what you want to do is . . .”
She honestly couldn’t remember what else he’d said as he’d folded that tall, muscular frame over hers and she’d felt every breath of his words against her hair, cheek, and neck. Her butt had been cradled perfectly against his jean-clad crotch and instinct had screamed at her to wiggle against him, but good girls didn’t do that. It would have been vulgar, and nice girls were never vulgar.
He’d finally backed away from her and she’d told everyone she needed to leave, that she’d forgotten to feed her cat. She’d figured her crazy attraction to him was just a side effect of her stagnant sex life and she just needed to put some distance between them, but the memory of his body flush against hers was something that gave her ideas. Naughty, naked, sweaty ideas.
Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Don't forget to pre-order Things Good Girls Don't Do, releasing August 27th 2013!
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