Monday, March 21, 2011

Welcome Jerri Drennen

Please help me welcome my next guest Jerri Drennen

Jerri, Tell us about yourself. How about something that hasn’t been previously stated? Maybe a phobia or pet peeve.

Jerri: You don't want to know about all my phobia's. Pet peeves: I have one that really bothers me--anyone rolling their eyes. Unfortunately my 14-year-old daughter knows this and you can imagine what she does when she wants to rile me.

What genre do you write and what genre would you love to try?

Jerri: I write romantic suspense and action-adventure romance. My current WIP is a paranormal romantic suspense.

Tell us about what you've had published.

Jerri: I have a contemporary romance, Fire & Ice with Samhain along with three romantic suspense novellas that are in an anthology titled Aztec Security. With Wild Rose I have a romantic suspense, Grace Under Fire. At Liquid Silver, I have an action-adventure romance, Untouched and I just finished edits on the second book in the series, Unplanned, due out soon.

Any works in progress?

Jerri: Yes. Three. Trace of Magic, Memory Lane and the third book in my Men of the Jungle series Undone.

What's your inspiration or drives you as a writer?

Jerri: It's what keeps me sane. Simple as that.

How long have you been writing? About 11 years.

Do you have a dream man/cop/detective? Does he appear in your writing and if so, what does he look like?

Jerri: I do have a dream man--they change from time to time. I have two right now. Timothy Olyphant on Justified and Alex O'loughlin of Hawaii Five-O. Alex is the image of my hero in Memory Lane. I plan to use Timothy in the near future.

Please tell us what you are most passionate about outside of writing.

Jerri: I think that would have to be animals. I love them and that's why I'm Vegetarian.

What makes you laugh? Cry?

Jerri: I hate to say this because the man has had enough exposure lately, but I laugh watching Three and a Half Men. The show is funny.

My teenage daughter knows just what to do to make me cry.

Sinful indulgence?

Jerri: I love sweets. I can't help it.

Can you describe the time you realized you were indeed a "real" writer?

Jerri: I think it was when I started my second book, then the third. I knew then it was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer these questions. The floor is yours. Please tell us where to find your work, your website, your blog, book trailer, and anything else you care to share.

Amazon link to all my books.


Botanist Madeline Wentworth is relieved to be heading into the Amazon, far from the university and the vicious rumors circulating about her failed love affair. But on arriving in Peru, her team finds their guide dead with a small puncture wound to his neck. Waiting to replace him is Travis Kane, Amazon guide, treasure hunter, and superhunk. Mattie is instantly attracted but uncomfortably suspicious. When a member of her team falls ill and a similar puncture wound is found on his body, her suspicions deepen.

Travis has stuck with being a jungle guide for over ten years despite a run of unsavory clients. The rain forest is full of hidden ruins and undiscovered treasure, and he’s determined to find his share. But when his grandfather dies, leaving a letter boasting of Templar gold, he’s sure it's nothing more than an old man’s delusion. Everything changes when he finds his grandfather’s map. With high hopes, he leads Mattie’s team into the rain forest and finds himself overwhelmed by the beautiful blonde. When the group is attacked and has to fight its way out of the jungle, Travis discovers something more precious than gold--the love of a woman who’s made him want to be a better man.


Dr. Wentworth?” a deep, compelling voice asked.

Mattie looked up. “Yes,” was all she could muster, spellbound by the pair of striking, brandy-colored eyes of a tall, well-built man standing before her.

She swallowed to clear her throat.

I was told that you might need a guide.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper. “Here are my credentials. I’ve been a wilderness guide for over ten years, and I know the area.”

Uncharacteristically, Mattie found herself tongue-tied. She had never seen such a gorgeous man in her life. His hair was a rich chocolate brown, cut short on the sides, slightly longer on top. His nose was straight and his features were perfectly proportioned. His lips were strong, firm, and the color of deep Mediterranean coral. From the stubble on his chin, it looked as if he hadn’t shaven in a few days. The effect gave him a rugged, outdoorsy appeal. The only thing less than perfect on the man was a thin, white scar running from his nose to his lip. She wondered how he’d gotten it. An occupational hazard perhaps?

To fight the urge to sigh, she unfolded the paper and studied his certifications. The résumé was impressive if it was on the up-and-up. “You know this area well then, Mr., ah...” She scanned the sheet of paper, then returned her attention to him. “Kane.”

He nodded.

His eyes mesmerized Mattie. She blinked and hauled her mind back on track. “Do you think you could be ready to leave later this afternoon? We want to get started right away cataloging plants. We’ve been prepared since we arrived four days ago. The guide we’d originally commissioned died the day we landed in Manu.”

His arched brows drew together. “I’d need to get my own supplies rounded up, but I could probably be ready by then. Could you tell me the name of the guide who died?”

Yes, he was a local man. Chaz Juntas.”

Pain crossed his features.

You knew him?”

Yes. He was a good man. We’d gone into the Amazon a number of times together.”

I’m sorry.” Mattie looked down at her cup, noting her shaky hands. Was it the reaction to Travis Kane or was the dream still working on her nerves?

Have you rented trucks for the trip yet?” His question had her glancing back at him. “If not, I could see what I can do. How many are in your party?”

Six altogether. Two men and four women.”

His eyes narrowed. “Four women?”

Yes. Is that a problem?” Was the guy a chauvinist?

He inhaled, then shook his head. “No, no problem. What about the trucks? Have you got them lined up then?”

Yes. The supplies are already loaded too. Chaz had arranged it all before we’d arrived.”

Where are they now?”

At the edge of town. The authorities have been keeping an eye on them to make sure nothing is stolen.”

I’ll meet you there around two o’clock. Be ready to move out immediately. I want to get a few hours’ travel in before we need to set up camp.”

We’ll be ready, Mr. Kane.”

He turned and walked away.

Mattie sighed.

Had she been too quick to hire him? Had the man’s qualifications won her over or did his looks and physique have her practically begging him to guide them? She wasn’t sure--and even if she were, she didn’t care. They had a sober guide who didn't give her the creeps and that was all that mattered right now.


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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Welcome Elaina Lee

Please help me welcome our fearless leader of the All Things Romantic Suspense Authors Blog Tour -- Elaine Lee. Let's make this awesome woman feel at home.

Elaina, with the countless number of interview questions out there, let’s try something different. Tell us about yourself. How about something that hasn’t been previously stated? Maybe a phobia or pet peeve.

Okay, I have a silly one. I can't have anything on my sheets. A speck of something or pill-y sheets and I'm sweeping the bed until the covers are smooth as sateen, LOL! It drives me absolutely crazy, which is why we spend a small fortune on good sheets.

What genre do you write and what genre would you love to try?

I actually dabble in everything, though I've only successfully written contemporary romance and romantic suspense. I'm currently writing a Southern romantic comedy. I'd love to be able to successfully write a Sci-Fi or Historical.

Tell us about what you've had published. I've had my romantic suspense, Written in Blood, published by Noble Romance and a contemporary romance novella to be released on March 25th by Decadent Publishing titled, First Kiss.

Any works in progress?

Too many to count! I'm actively working on my romantic comedy, titled Happily-Ever-After? Not for Hollee Emmaleigh Rutherford or H-E-A? Not for HER *grin* I'm having a lot of fun with it and hoping it's just as fun to read!

What's your inspiration?

Music is definitely my largest inspiration. It's rare that I don't try to place a song with a story line when I hear it.

What drives you as a writer?

The voices! They have to go away! LOL!

How long have you been writing?

Well, since I was in the 6th grade, so a long time.

Do you have a dream man/cop/detective? Does he appear in your writing and if so, what does he look like?

He changes to suit my needs actually. Alek, my hero from Written in Blood, is a lead investigator for the DA's office. He's delicious, built, but not huge. Layne, my hero from the sequel, is a bounty hunter and he's built and a big guy, with longer hair. So it just depends. But one thing is for certain, he's usually taller, has sexy eyes and is way alpha.

Please tell us what you are most passionate about outside of writing.

Besides my husband? *wink* I'd probably have to say my graphic design side, as I do it more now than writing, sadly.

What makes you laugh? Cry?

Almost anything makes me laugh, I love to be happy! As for crying, I don't cry very often, so it's usually pretty bad. I think the last time I cried was when they held my son down at the ER to give him a shot. He was so traumatized and scared and I felt like a horrible mother for letting them to do it, I was sobbing by the time they left.

What do you do to amuse yourself when not working?

I vegetate in front of the television or read a book.

Sinful indulgence?

Edwards Pies, OMG! They're awful! Well… awful in a good way.

Can you describe the time you realized you were indeed a "real" writer?

I was reading a writing book, actually, which I never do. And he said you're a real writer when you've taken the step to actually be one. You know you need help, you know you need to be better, you set goals and you aim high. He said at that point you don't have to be published to be a writer, you just are one. Woohoo!

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer these questions. The floor is yours. Please tell us where to find your work, your website, your blog, book trailer, and anything else you care to share.

Thanks, Cassie! My site is:

My blog is:

My book trailer is:

Written In Blood


Lyndi Crisdean is assigned one of the hardest cases in her career as a defense attorney. A serial murder case. Investigating is Alek Trevian, the lead investigator for the district attorney, and a handsome and supremely dangerous man. Lyndi finds herself in over her head when she chooses desire for Alek over common sense. If they're caught, Lyndi will lose everything she's worked for. Circumstances beyond her control pull her toward Alek, for he turns out to be the only one who can help when threats start to mount against her.

Lyndi may be the key Alek needs to bring down a murderous cult running loose in his city. When her beach house is broken into and a man begins to tail Lyndi, Alek can't help but reason Lyndi may be next on the cult's hitlist. The question is, will he discover the identity of the cult, keep her safe, and still win the case against the serial killer she's defending, all while losing a battle against the strong, untamable desire she alone ignites within him?


Warmth and the faint, woodsy notes of his cologne surrounded her as he braced his forearm on the wall above her. She pressed her back into the wall. Her heart pounded. He leaned in, and his mouth brushed against her ear. The moist heat of his breath caused a shiver to race up her spine.

"You know, I don't think I can stop myself from kissing you when I get the chance," he whispered, and Lyndi squeezed her eyes shut as a tremor of desire rushed through her body. "Any objections?"

Words lodged in her throat. All she could manage was to open her lips. Just enough for him to take her silence as the invitation he obviously needed, for his mouth to crash onto hers.

Rational thought fled. Her purse and keys thudded to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body to his. Everything about this was wrong, so, so wrong. Yet she couldn't stop her mouth from opening. Couldn't deny the way his tongue sweeping past her lips brought a tremor of excitement she'd never experienced before.

His mouth slanted over hers, and Lyndi clung to him, her legs weak. With a heavy thump, her body hit the wall as he pressed against her. Cold air brushed her skin, and she realized he'd untucked her shirt. Feather light, his fingers brushed along the sensitive flesh of her side. When his mouth pulled free, she almost welcomed the reprieve. His touch brought a wave of teasing pleasure on the way toward her breast.

Agonizingly slow, his fingers trailed up her ribs. His lips worked their way down her jaw, to her neck, stopping over her pounding heartbeat. Lyndi dropped her head back, and a tiny moan escaped before she could stop it. Underneath the underwire of her bra, his hand finally settled over her breast. Her nipple peaked, and she arched into his grasp. His hand gently massaged and pulled.

"Perfect," he purred against her skin, and Lyndi almost melted to the floor.

Once again, his lips found hers. His tongue teased, exploring her mouth, but never allowing her control. Then his hand slid free of her bra, and she wanted to cry.

His hand slipped out and the cool satin of her shirt settled over her skin, reminding her of what used to be there, bringing attention to the tendrils of longing deep within her. Slowly, his mouth eased away from hers. She knew she should be thankful he stopped, but she wasn't. She wanted more. Lots more.

He bent down and picked her things off the floor. He handed her the keys and purse. "You be careful, and drive to work from now on."

All she could do was watch as he walked down the hall and then disappeared onto the elevator. Resting her head back against the wall, she tried to take a deep, calming breath. The effort was useless. The man was going to kill her long before anyone else would get the chance . . . .

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Please Welcome Veronica Lynch

Please make my guest feel right at home. Welcome Veronica Lynch. I was surprised to find that Veronica and I have similar tastes. Wanting to write Time Travel is one.

Tell us about yourself. I am a retired nurse/insurance investigator/victim advocate. I've been married to the same guy for 40 something years; we have 3 children and 4 grandchildren. As I write this post, I am sitting on a sinfully comfortable loveseat, part of a 5 piece set of matching furniture, the first new stuff we've had since 1973. I am in pig heaven.

How about something that hasn’t been previously stated? I have a debilitating fear of escalators.

What genre do you write? Romantic Suspense

What genre would you love to try? Time Travel

Tell us about what you've had published. Two full length romantic suspense novels; [by the time this blog visit occurs] three novellas—two R-S, one straight romance; one short romance [5,000 words].

Any works in progress? A series of novellas set in a fictional city on the shores of Lake Ontario in western New York State. The characters are all involved somehow with the local criminal justice system.

What's your inspiration? Strong women who aren't afraid to do what's right no matter the cost to themselves or those they love.

What drives you as a writer? To tell a good story; to teach the reader something they did not previously know.

How long have you been writing? More than twenty years. I've been published since 2004.

Do you have a dream man/cop/detective? Oh, honey, does the Pope wear a beanie?

Does he appear in your writing and if so, what does he look like? He takes on several differing appearances but he always has a wicked sense of humor, likes music, reads something beyond crime reports and evidence forms, and can dance.

Please tell us what you are most passionate about outside of writing. My grandchildren.

What makes you laugh? Cry? My four grandchildren make me do both, sometimes at the same time.

What do you do to amuse yourself when not working? I design and make tote bags to custom order; diaper bags, swaddling blankets, boppy covers; slings; coin and cosmetic bags. You name it, I make them. I never met a zipper I didn't love. Ooh. I just realized how that sounds!

Sinful indulgence? Old Steven Segal movies.

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer these questions. The floor is yours. Please tell us where to find your work: my website is: Books under both names can be found there along with workshops I present to writers' groups.

I have several blogs. The ones most related to writing are: and