Today’s Special Guest is my good friend Chris Redding!! Check out her Interview and Book Excerpt!
Why did you start writing and when did you decide to go professional?
I began writing when I was ten. I began again when I was pregnant with my second child more than sixteen years ago. At that point, I figured if I was going to put in the time I might as well try to sell it.
Do you write in more than one genre? Which ones and which do you like the best?
All of what I write comes under the heading of romance, but I write in two sub genres, romantic suspense and romantic comedy. I like both equally. It’s nice to write a rom com after the darkness and heaviness of a romantic suspense.
What is the most difficult part of the entire writing process for you? Queries, pitches, editing..etc.
The marketing. That is not how my brain works, but it is necessary if I expect to be successful, I need to do it. Books are a product and if you don’t tell people about them they won’t know to buy it.
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“He just has to help me,” she said to no one. Because no one occupied the alley.
Until a man rounded the corner.
The way the man slammed into her, she knew it wasn’t an accident.
He could have gone around her, but he didn’t. She turned to give him a good Jersey Girl dressing down, when he grabbed her arm. He jerked her close. She looked up into deep-set eyes that held no soul.
The snarky retort died on her lips.
“We want the package, Madison.”
Holy crap. How did he know her name? How did he know about the package? Her heart jumped into her throat. She yanked on her arm, looking around hoping for witnesses.
No one else walked this stretch of the sidewalk. Odd since it was lunchtime. Maybe this man made this happen. His blocking of the road meant power.
Turning back to him, she asked, “What package?”
Madison wanted to snarl at him, but she needed to play the innocent so she shuddered.
“The one your husband sent you,” in a voice that spoke of years of cigarette use.
“I don’t have any package.” Her words tumbled over themselves as he gripped her tighter. His hot, spicy breath wrinkled her nose.
“We know it arrived. You have it. We want it.”
What the hell was Charlie into? Why did he send her that package? Damn him. She would like to give Charlie a nice roundhouse kick, but she after she dealt with this asshole.
“Uh, I don’t have it.”
“Yes, you do.”
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