Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Today's Special - - Susan Sey
The Romance Dish is delighted to host Stop #3 of the Money, Honey Blog Tour, in which author (and well-known Romance Bandit) Susan Sey celebrates the July 6 release of her debut novel by counting down the Top Ten Most Common Reactions an ill-groomed stay at home mom receives when confessing her secret career as a romance novelist. Please give Susan a rousing welcome and be sure to leave a comment because Berkley Books is giving away FIVE copies of Money, Honey! (U.S. & Canadian mailing addresses only)
Hello, Dishers! Thanks so much for having me! I’m just thrilled to be here at the Dish today where we’ll be tackling Reponse #8: “Oh, romance. It’s so unrealistic.”
(If you’re all a-flutter to know the other nine, check out http://www.susansey.com/pages.php?ID=5.)
Now this one makes me chuckle. Unrealistic? Really? That’s the objection?
Come on, people. That’s the point. Now I don’t know what your reality looks like, but I have two kids under eight and I’m looking straight down the barrel of summer vacation here. I have a small mountain of laundry moldering in the basement. I have a shopping list as long as my arm, a black hole under the couch that gobbles up library books, and a gang of rabbits who think my garden is an all-you-can-eat buffet. (Alas, poor sweet peas. We barely knew ye.)
When I take the kiddos to the beach, I have no interest in dragging along six pounds of hard-cover reality. Frankly, I want something better than reality. I want a couple hours of adventure and action, a little flash and cash. I’m looking for witty repartee and sexual tension and happily ever afters. In short, I’m looking for a story that casts reality in the shade. And if I can follow the thread while keeping one eye on the kids, all the better.
Liz and Patrick are two of the most damaged, guarded characters I’ve ever written. They’d much rather crack wise than wax poetic, so when it comes to love, they don’t fall into it so much as they face-plant. And we’re talking real love, by the way, in all its painful, messy, terrifying glory. Writing these two sharp, funny, wary people into a well-deserved happy ending was an absolute pleasure. I hope you’ll enjoy the ride as much as I did.
Want to meet them? Read on….
“I’ll work for you, Liz.” He pulled back just far enough to smile into her eyes. “With you, I mean. One last time. But it’ll cost you.”
She lifted her hand slowly, rested it against his chest and applied a questioning pressure. The touch of her hand burned through the light cotton of his shirt, but Patrick seized the threads of his control and dropped back a step. Obediently.
“Cost me what, exactly?” Her eyes were clouded, though with what he couldn’t tell. Unhappiness? Fear? An answering desire?
“Nothing you don’t want to give.” He took a second to pull it together, to breathe, to make sure that what he wanted to say would come out in one coherent piece. He tucked his hands into his pockets, nice and nonthreatening. “I’m done taking the high road, that’s all. I want you, and I can be damn persuasive when I try.”
Her eyes went narrow with comprehension. “What does that have to do with forcing my boss to promote you?”
“Nothing. That was just for fun.” He smiled at her, though it cost him an effort to keep it smooth. “But it came with an unforeseen bonus.”
“You’re an ethical soul, Liz. You would never sleep with an informant. An independent consultant, however, an equal . . .” He let the words trail off into suggestion.
She rolled her eyes. “For God’s sake.”
“Hey, if I’m not good for you, if you don’t want me, all you have to say is no. I won’t take anything you don’t willingly give.” He let years of suppressed want loose in his smile, felt it shift from warm to carnal. “But I swear to God I can make you want to give me things you don’t even know exist yet.”
She stared at him, her lips parted just slightly in shock, eyes maybe a little glazed. An insane rush of anticipation had an unexpected laugh bubbling up in his throat. Why hadn’t he thought of this approach years ago? Either she’d resist him to the bitter end or they’d set his sheets on fire. Either way, he’d get what he wanted—a resolution to the Villanueva issue without going stark, raving mad from suppressed lust.
He summoned up a level look for Liz. “You still want me on the team, you’ve got me,” he said. “But those are the new ground rules. Take it or leave it.”
So, tell me, do you have a favorite pair of reluctant lovers? Books, movies, legend, myth, anything goes. We’ll pick five commenters at random to receive free copies of Money, Honey. (U.S. & Canadian mailing addresses only)