Hello!
Jorja Lovett is on my blog today to discuss her upcoming release.
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Do you prefer your heroes/heroines to be perfect or flawed?
I
definitely like my characters to have flaws, it makes them more loveable. In
Into the Wild, Smith Masterson is a total commitment-phobe when it comes to
relationships and Laurie Sommers is a chocoholic hermit lol
Would
you date your hero if he was a real person? Why or why not?
Totally! As
well as looking hot in a Stetson, Smith is an honourable man who just wants to
do the right thing by everyone. When he lets himself relax, he also has a
wicked sense of humour which I find irresistible in a man.
What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?
What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?
I
probably should write in total silence because I’m so easily distracted but I usually write in my bedroom with the TV on in the background.
How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica?
How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica?
I
confess, apart from my OH there aren’t very many people who actually know about
my erotic writing. He’s the only one who knows what a hornball I actually am ;)
In three words, describe your favorite scene in this book
Smith in
handcuffs.
Blurb
After another doomed relationship,
Laurie Sommers cocoons herself in the 'living ghost town' of Coyote Creek. But
the arrival of Smith Masterson, her unrequited teenage love, torpedoes her cozy spinsterhood, setting her ablaze with a burning
desire she believed long gone.
A Texas Ranger through and through,
there's no room for a relationship in Smith's life - not at eighteen and
certainly not now, when he's investigating a robbery and the subsequent
shooting of the Captain. Persuading Laurie to fake a relationship to keep his
cover is the easy part; the hard part is restraining himself around her.
Excerpt
“Did you
know Smithy’s packing heat?” David jerked his head in the direction of her love
interest, presumably in an attempt to divert her attention from his flirting.
Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith
opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his
built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular
landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a
black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real
thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable
fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t
certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what
they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all
and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed,
and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well
they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her
eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.
“Harry?”
Another step.
“Or Dick?”
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his
Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep,
he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to
garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her
cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card
game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the
balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and
not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side. Taking up position at the top of the
staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to
watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the
gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the
card school below.
“How much?” he said
without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where
he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated
the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company
only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.”
If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play
her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the
barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his
premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out
a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs
and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road
would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the
advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here,
darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every
bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to.
Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into
her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the
sudden turnaround in the chase.
Minimum effort was required to free
her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy
hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re
beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to
change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her
skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent
words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath
her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the
cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and
wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and
paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer
inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his
crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?”
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild
abandon? She certainly hoped so.
As if reading her mind, he ripped
her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his
hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
His silver belt buckle wasn’t so
co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this
darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch
and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of
his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the
cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she
pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black
curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being
overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In
compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his
hands on the dresser and braced himself.
With the building friction along his shaft, he
moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with
the promise of what was to come.
Into the
Wild is available through Evernight
Publishing
You can find Jorja on Twitter: @jorjalovett
Website:
http://jorjalovettauthor.weebly.com/
Hi, Jorja! Nice interview. Just stopping by to show my love and support!
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