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.
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: www.elainelee.com
My blog is: elaina-lee.blogspot.com
My book trailer is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGcI2Im9hPY
Written In Blood
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 . . . .