Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Blind with Love - Becca Jameson

Tell us a little about your newest release, Blind with Love.

Where were you when you got your first book contract? Who did you tell?
I was at home late at night. I woke up my husband!

What draws you to write your genre and sub genre?
I’ve been editing romance for about five years. Stories suddenly just started popping into my head.

Do you have any tips for new writers?
Always have plenty of critique partners!

What is your guilty pleasure?
Red wine and chocolate.

Where can your readers reach you?
beccajameson.com or beccajameson4@aol.com

Are you working on another book?
Several actually

Enjoy an Excerpt from Blind with Love:

He broke the silence. “May I?”
“What?”
“‘See’ you? With my hands. Remember, I said we were going to level the playing field. It’s only fair. After all, it will ease your mind, right?” He was joking. She realized he was teasing her, but she was too tongue tied to do anything but nod her approval.
Chase must have perceived the subtle movement, because he slowly reached up to cup her face in his hands. He meticulously began to run his fingertips over her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin, then up into her hair. “Close your eyes. Just feel.”
The flame flickering in Kristen all evening began to increase into a full bonfire. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Chase right this minute. Her pussy clenched at his words, wetness seeping out to soak her panties. Perhaps she would have an orgasm right here, standing in the kitchen with him running his hands gently through her hair. How embarrassing would that be?
Chase gradually pulled his fingers through her hair and moved on to her shoulders. He kneaded them lightly through the thin layer of her blouse, obviously aware she was extremely tense, and drifted along her arms to her hands. He gathered her fingers and pulled them up to his mouth. Kristen seemed to have no muscular control over them as he kissed them, one at a time. The world came to a halt. Kristen thought she would collapse or faint. And then…God…he sucked the middle finger of her left hand into his mouth and drew it out with a slow “pop”.
Her cream must be running down her legs by now. Why had she thought it was a good idea to wear a skirt tonight? A short skirt.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Chase placed her hands on his shoulders and advanced to wrap his hands around her waist. And then to the small of her back to pull her near. Heat radiated from him. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. His rock hard erection was now firmly stabbing her stomach and she wanted to touch him. The urge to slide her hands down and grasp him was overwhelming. She tried to retrain herself, warmth making her cheeks burn with need.
When his hands slid across her ass to cup her cheeks, every muscle in her body melted.
“Hmmm. I don’t think Ryan did a very accurate job describing you.” Chase spoke so softly and seductively Kristen could barely hear him. “He didn’t mention how sexy your ass was.” His hands moved even lower and fiddled with the hem of her short skirt before lightly dancing over the backs of her legs, high enough he could have easily touched her sopping panties if he’d wanted. Her sex contracted. She wanted him to touch her so badly that she leaned into him even harder. Her legs were growing weak. “And I believe he left out the part about the miniskirt.” His hands trailed up her back until his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. Holding one thumb purposefully against her swelling right globe, he pulled back slightly to drag his other hand along the neckline of her blouse, learning the contours. Fingers lightly brushed the top of her breasts in the low V. Breasts that were feeling fuller by the second, aching to be touched. They poked out, straining to be released from her lace bra, the nipples engorging against the abrasive material. “And I’m sure he didn’t say a word about how tight and provocative your blouse was.”
“Chase?”
“Yes, love.”
“I’ll die if you don’t stop teasing and kiss me.”


How did you come up with the title?
Toyed with several until this one stood out

Do you work on one project at a time or mulitples?
Several, until I’m wrapping one up. Then I concentrate on it alone.

Is there one particular thing that you find challenging about writing?
Making sure what I know in my head gets onto the paper!

Who is your favorite author?
Too many to list, but I’m really enjoying Richelle Mead lately.

What are you reading now?
Nora Roberts

Are your characters a reflection on you or anyone you know?
Not a bit.

Do you use more than one pen name? Why?
No, just one.

What do you do to get in the mood to write?
Read

What is your favorite thing about writing?
Letting a story escape through my fingertips.

If you were a supernatural creature, what would you like to be and why?
Hmmm, never thought about that.

How long have you been a writer?
About a year

How many books have you written? How many have been published?
One published. One coming soon. One submitted. One ready to submit. One on the desktop awaiting completion.

Do you have a favorite character from one of you own books? Who and Why?
Not really.

Do you find love scenes difficult to write?
Nope. I enjoy them.

Are any of your personal experiences reflected in your writing? None.

How long does it usually take you to write a book?
I can’t move once I get going and spend every spare moment finishing a story. A few weeks usually.

Do you set timelines when your writing or write when the feeling hits you?
Some timelines, but life gets in the way.

Do your characters talk to you?
I don’t think so…

Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?
They do, for sure. I never quite know what they are going to do.

What is your writing day like once you start a book?
I write in the evening into the night. I sit in the dark usually with just the screen in front of me glowing.

How many books do you write in a year?
Hoping for about four.

Thanks for joining us today Becca and I look forward to reading more of your work!


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