Author: Rachell Nichole
Genre: Contemporary romance
Publisher: Twenty or Less Press
Date of Publication: January 14, 2014
Synopsis:
When Jasmine Graves is invited to the set of the movie based on her book series, she thinks all her dreams have come true. The Vince Demarco, the man she's based her hero on for the past seven years, will be there and she can't wait to meet him. Little does she know that she'll have to face her worst fears to keep her leading man.
Vince Demarco has never been as intrigued by a character or an author before being introduced to the haunted werewolf he's been cast to play. So when he comes face to face with its creator, Jasmine Graves, he's awestruck. But he fears an author who's a reported recluse will want nothing to do with the paparazzi madness and crazy shooting schedule that comes with dating a movie star.
Neither one can deny the almost animal attraction that overwhelms them at first contact. But can an author and her muse breakthrough the barriers between them, or will the heat between them turn to ice in the winter cold of the Adirondack Camp?
Excerpt:
Oh, God, no. No, no, no. Please do not come over here! Her first meeting with Vince couldn’t be while she was face-down in a tangled heap of arms and legs. With another man, to boot. She was supposed to be breaking the ice around Vince, not her ass, damn it.
She pushed her gloved hands into the snow and tried to lever herself up. She attempted to get her knees under her, but the snowshoes were too big in the front, keeping her off balance.
“Here, let me.” Vince’s large hands closed around her arms and he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. At five-nine, and none-too-skinny, she wasn’t used to being manhandled. But when Vince set her upright, steadying her with those strong hands of his, she felt almost delicate.
His shaved head was covered with a fur-lined hood clouding his features with shadows, but she would know what he looked like in the pitch black: Dark skin, a wide-set nose, low eyebrows, and thick pink lips she’d imagined kissing a thousand times. Even within the confines of his coat, she could see the broad shoulders, the thick, corded neck, and tapered waist.
Jasmine looked into those dark eyes and forgot everything around her, even the fact that not thirty seconds ago, he’d been telling another woman he loved her.“Uh… I’m…” Coherent thought left her completely.
“Jasmine Graves.” The deep rumble of his mildly-accented voice caressed her name, sending a shiver skittering down her spine.
He knew her name? She’d entered an alternate universe where movie stars knew authors’ names, not the other way around. She nodded like a fool.
“Are you all right, Ms. Graves?”
“Jaz,” she said.
His hood slipped back, revealing that devastatingly handsome face. He looked momentarily confused, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think his face looked as star-struck as hers felt in that moment. She blinked, trying to make sense of the situation and regain her equilibrium, but as soon as her eyes opened, they were captured again by his gaze. What did he see when he looked at her?
She’d pulled a soft multi-colored knit hat low over her ears. her long hair flowing out behind her in the wind. A rib-knit scarf covered her chin and neck. Only a bit of her face was visible in the night, but Vince’s attention didn’t waver an inch. She’d imagined this day a thousand times, a thousand ways, but this instant physical reaction hadn’t been part of the equation. He still held her arm, and he was standing closer than was necessary. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
“You’re taller than I expected.”
He’d anticipated this meeting too? Out of all the fantasies she’d ever had, his knowing who she was immediately and making some comment like that hadn’t been one of them. She swallowed. Not even in her worst bouts of writer’s block did words desert her so completely. “Thanks,” she managed to squeeze out, then remembered to smile at him and at least attempt to be flirtatious.
“For saying you’re tall?”
She laughed. “No. For picking up my sorry, klutzy ass from the snow bank.”
“Yeah, what the hell happened?” Brian asked from beside her. His voice broke the spell and Vince let go of her. The separation was like a physical blow and she shivered in the sudden coldness.
She turned her attention to Brian. “Sorry. I was… admiring the scenery. I didn’t realize you had stopped until I looked back toward the path and was nose to back with you. I couldn’t stop in time. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He brushed some snow from the front of his coat. “As I was saying, up ahead is the main lounge. It’s where all the meals will be served. There’s always hot chocolate, coffee, and tea on tap, as well as bottled water and all that. You’ll be sharing a cabin with a few of the crew. It’s over there.” He pointed to a set of cabins next to where the blonde actress was staying. Damned if Jaz could remember the woman’s name. After Vince had stepped down off the porch, Jaz had gotten a good look at Vince’s latest co-star.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jaz saw Vince staring at her. That same look of wonder was in his eyes, but she didn’t turn her gaze back to his. He’d just been professing his love to someone else. It was one thing to fantasize about a man, create a character around him, and fall in love with him in her dreams. It was another thing entirely to interfere in his real-world relationship with someone else. She would keep her distance.
“I’ll show you the rest of the way to your cabin if you’d like,” Brian said.
Damn. The man had taken the words right out of Vince’s mouth. He wanted to be the one to show Jaz to her cabin. It was a stupid reaction, but one he couldn’t quite quell. She was almost as tall as he was. When she’d posed with those wolves for her author photo, she’d been kneeling in the dirt. He’d had no idea that she was so tall. Her thick, dark hair ruffled in the night breeze, adding an ethereal quality to her looks. A chill climbed over his bare head, but he couldn’t quite bear to put up his hood yet and restrict his view of her.
Jasmine’s Native American heritage was apparent in her tan skin, breathtaking square face, and dark, slightly almond-shaped eyes. Together, the effect was mesmerizing. Though right now he couldn’t see most of her face beneath her hat and scarf, he knew what she looked like. She glanced at him and he smiled.
“Thank you, again…”
“Vince. You can call me Vince.”
“Okay then, Vince. Thanks. I suppose I’ll see you around?”
God, he hoped so. He nodded and she turned away. It would be entirely too awkward for him to stand there another second, so he headed for his own cabin to reread tomorrow’s scene.
“I’m actually starving, is there still food about?” she asked Brian as they walked toward the other end of the camp.
“Sure.”
“Great. I’ll just drop my bags, and then could you show me over to the lodge?”
And if Vince happened to be there, having another cup of hot chocolate and Jasmine happened to come in to have a late dinner, there’d be nothing wrong with that, right?
“I’d be happy to,” Brian said. By the man’s voice, he really hadn’t minded being pancaked into the snow by the lovely Ms. Graves.
About the Author:
Rachell Nichole is a contemporary erotic romance author. She currently writes what she likes to call Sizzling Romantic Entanglements. She loves creating memorable characters and putting them through the paces on their discovery for and journey to love.
Rachell holds two undergraduate degrees, one in Professional Writing and the other in French. She also received a Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University. She is the author of The Marietta Hotels Series, Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce, and Queen of Hearts.
Rachell lives in New York with a mountain of books, a loving family, and an evil cat named Godiva that she adores.
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Interview:
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What inspired you to write this book?
I answered an anthology call from Emma Lai to write a story featuring a character who was an actor. I’ve always had this Vin Diesel obsession, so I thought, oh, yeah, I can totally do that. And I’d also always kind of wanted to write a story about a writer, so I thought… a writer and an actor… in what kind of world/under what circumstances would they meet. And Jasmine Graves and her werewolves stories-turned-movie seemed to be the best option – she’d be invited to set by the director/studio who’d bought the film rights. I knew it was believable for an author to do this because it actually happened to a writer friend of mine, John Dixon for the CBS show Intelligence based on his book Phoenix Island. I just kind of went from there.
What characters do you connect with most?
All of them, I think. I have this theory, though I don’t know if I heard it or read it somewhere or if it’s my own brilliance (though I doubt that third option very much) but the theory goes that if a romance author doesn’t fall in love with her characters, her readers wont. If I don’t love them, if I don’t cry when they’re crying, or laugh when they’re laughing, I know my readers won’t get any kind of emotional experience out of reading.
What's your favorite book-turned movie?
I’ve got to give it up for The Hunger Games movies, at least the two that are out so far. I think they were a fantastic adaptation of the books that stayed true to almost all of the book’s details. I also really love Harry Potter – the books and the movies, but I think Hunger Games transitioned better to the screen.
If you could be best friends with one of your characters, who would it be?
Definitely my French-loving commitment-phobic Mandy Lachlan from An Engagement in Paris, because that was a character who was so much like me that it was almost painful at times to write about her. We would relate really well to each other, plus being able to speak fluent franglais with my BFF would be fantastic.
Can you tell us about any other books you're writing?
Of course! For like hours probably, but I’ll give you the short version. I’m writing a BDSM-themed book called Domestic Discipline Needed about another writer, coincidentally. Elizabeth Clark is haunted by the dreams of this dominant man she can’t ignore, which spurs her into starting a book that she knows nothing about and knew she would never write. Her research leads her to local Dom and owner of The K Club, Chase Masters… an erotic journey of self-discovery and love follows. I’m also going to write the next book in my Marietta Hotels series soon. And I have a paranormal book that I want to get back to working on sometime this year.
What do you do in your spare time?
Hah – spare time. That’s hysterical! I have a full-time day job, and I work as an independent sales consultant for a direct sales company in addition to my writing. I’m also very involved in the Alumni Association for my graduate program at Seton Hill University, and in my local RWA chapter. I guess you could call those things I do in my spare time. When I’m not working (which is rarely) I’m walking and listening to an audiobook – I’m listening to the Harry Potter series and also the Stephanie Plum series at the moment – I alternate between books.
Who's your inspiration?
Definitely my mom. She’s my biggest supporter, my secondary reader, and the person I turn to when life sucks.
If you were stranded on a desert island which character do you want by your side?
Vince Demarco, definitely… because he’s my perfect guy.
Team Edward or Jacob?
Jacob is hotter. Edward’s just a cold fish. But dating your future mother in law is gross. So… neither. And also – they’re much too young for me.
Team Peeta or Gale?
Peeta definitely. Gale loved Katniss. But he was never in love with her. Peeta was in love with her from day one.
What are you reading now?
I’m just over half-way through One for the Money. Everyone said I would love the Plum books, and I just never got around to reading one. Now that I’m addicted to audiobooks (Thanks Gayle Callen) I’ve gotten the first one, and know I’ll be downloading the second as soon as I’m done with the first.
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Thanks so much for having me stop by today. It was fun sharing some more about myself with your readers!
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