This will soon be a weekly issue on the blog with different interviews from different people in that category.
This week’s category is..
A Day In The Life Of..
Today's guest is a new(ish) author to me. I've only read a few of her books, and I'm looking forward to reading more.
See more for her interview, TWO teasers, and some awesome pictures of her writing day, and her little furry friend.
Sarah Curtis will
share her Day In the Life of An Author with us below, be prepared to laugh, and
Just kidding, I never think it's a good morning. I'm NOT a morning
person. Just ask my hubby who, after 30 years of marriage, knows not to
speak to me until I've had at least one cup of coffee. And speaking of
coffee, I drink it all day and into the night with a few Red Bulls added to
keep things interesting. I'm nothing if not caffeinated at all times.
So, my day starts
with me rolling out of bed between 7 or8 am--no
kids to wake up to get ready for school anymore *big grin*. I stumble to
the coffee pot to pour my first cup of the day and head to my office where I
plop my ass onto my comfortably padded chair, flip open my laptop and... Okay, now here's the part where you're thinking,
finally, we get to see what an author does, and you wouldn't be wrong,
I... Surf Facebook and Goodreads for the next two hours
(come on, you really didn't think I would jump right into writing without
consuming at least another cup of coffee, did you)? At about 10-ish, I start to feel guilty about all
the time I'm wasting and decide I better get to work. *For those that are wondering, yes, I'm still in
my jammies--leggings and a T-shirt with a sweatshirt added in the winter.
At some point, I will shower, but the exact time varies due to motivation.* Pulling up my word doc, I read what I wrote the
day before to get me in the groove then start writing.
love to say I'm a highly organized writer, but I'm not (as you can tell by the
state of my desk). I have ideas of how I want my book to go semi-mapped
out in my head, but most of the time, my characters have a mind of their own
and lead me in directions I would never have thought to go. After I
finish a chapter, I send it to my alpha reader who gets grumpy if I don't send
her chapters fast enough, so she kind of keeps me in line (which I seriously
need). I'm a little odd, needing total silence while I
write. I have a hard time blocking outside noise (which I find strange as
I have no problems blocking out my hubby while reading *smirk*). Music is
also a huge distraction since I love to sing along and would get absolutely no
writing done. Jojo, my furry friend, comes to visit me
throughout the day either poking her head through the door or to prowl around
on my desk. She likes to walk across my keyboard which can create some
very unusual sentences.
what I consider mid-day--around 4 or 5--I take a time out for food. I eat
mostly big salads, not because they're healthy--as by the time I'm finished
adding tons of cheese and salad dressing, they are not--but because I love
them. I eat watching shows I've DVRed--Supernatural, Lucifer, I'm a Food
Network junkie. Then it's back to my office for a few more
hours. I'll admit I'm pretty lazy after I eat, so I don't get a whole
lot more done, but I will manage to hit up FB and GRs one more time. Yay, now it's time to climb back in bed.
I'll spend the next couple of hours reading. I love anything romance and
like a wide variety of sub-genres--PNR, erotica, even a little M/M, but my main
diet is contemporary romance. I'm a sucker for it. My lids start to get heavy, and I fight their
pull, trying to read to the end of my current chapter, but it's a
losing battle. I fall asleep, my Kindle in its usual spot beside me on my
pillow. Good night :D
Hand on the doorknob, she slowly
opened it a crack. The sight before her made her temporarily forget her
state of undress. Max in a suit was scrumptious, but Max in a pair of
worn blue jeans, fitted T-shirt, and black leather jacket was pure sin.
She wasn't sure how long she stared.
Long enough to have him asking, "Are you going to let me in?"
"I need to get dressed."
He tried to peer through the crack, but she knew he couldn't see her
well. Her living room was dark, having turned all the lights off to watch
her movie, so the only light came from the parking lot a floor below and the
weak glow of the moon.
"Are you naked?" His face was in shadows, but she heard a note
of mischievousness in his voice and saw a flash of white teeth indicating a
"Well, no, not totally, but I do need to put on some pants."
"Go. I'll give you a ten-second head start before I come
"What if it takes me longer than ten seconds to reach my
"Then I'll be getting a glimpse of a very fine ass."
Steph shut the door with a click, buying herself a few precious seconds
then darted for her room. Her apartment was small, and she actually
didn't need the full time allotted, but damn if she was taking any chances.
Making haste, she snatched the first pair of black leggings her fingers
encountered from her dresser drawer. Not caring they were an older pair
with questionable white fuzz balls and broken Lycra strings covering the
surface, she stretched them over her legs, doing a little shimmy-dip to get
them past her hips and up over her ass.
She opened another drawer and pulled out a bra. No, she wasn't
going back out there braless. She kept her heat low to keep the cost of
her bill down and even in a big, baggy T-shirt, she wasn't taking a chance of
flashing Max her perky nipples.
She knew she wasn't gone long, only a few minutes, but Max had already
made himself comfortable on the couch, helping himself to a slice of
pizza. "Can I offer you a drink to help wash down my pizza?"
He gave her a grin not looking the least contrite. "I'll take
a beer if you've got one."
She returned, open beer bottle in hand, holding it out for him. He
pointed to the TV with his pizza slice. "What are we watching?"
"I'm watching a movie you wouldn't be interested in." She
walked around the back of the couch—as opposed to in front of the coffee table
where he could watch her every move—and resumed her corner of the sofa.
Now that she'd had a solid ten minutes to recover from his unexpected
visit, the questions she should've asked at his arrival came flying out of her
"What are you doing here, Max? Wait. First, tell me how
you even know where I live and how you got my phone number?"
He popped the last bite of his slice in his mouth, rubbing his hands
together while chewing, swallowing it down with a long pull of his beer.
He flashed his pearly whites, giving her an evil smirk. "Let's just
say, I know where you work and have my ways of extracting information."
She gave him a beady-eyed stare but could tell from his expression he
wouldn't be giving away any of his secrets. Fine. Moving on.
"Then tell me why you're here."
He turned to her, his brandy eyes pinning her in place with an
unbreakable stare. "I didn't want you spending Christmas
She eyed him with a firm look of her own. Probably not as effective
as his steely one but was sure it packed a bit of a punch, all the same.
"So you're here out of pity?"
He leaned closer, placing one hand on the cushion beside her hip, the
other on the armrest behind her. Her legs, bent at the knee and pressed
against her chest, her only defense to his intimacy. "I'm here
because I haven't been able to get you out of my head since the first minute I
saw you. And hoped you'd take pity on me and not turn me away on
He advanced closer and she swallowed, forcing herself to stay motionless
and not inch away, not wanting to show weakness or let it known how much his
proximity affected her. "So you're here for sex?"
Her words not only stopped his advance, but he even retreated a few
inches. Wordlessly he scanned her features. She watched his jaw
flex, and his already heated eyes turned molten. Edging back farther,
giving her space, he leaned his side into the back of the couch, draping an arm
along its back, resting his other hand on her bent knee.
"What about my words made you think I was only after a
fuck?" Her eyes drifted over his shoulder, and he gave her knee a
squeeze, gaining her attention. "Yes, I think you're beautiful, and
I would be crazy if I didn't want to fuck you, but that's not all I want from
you. I want to spend time with you, get to know you."
"I don't do relationships." Was that her voice that
sounded so defensive?
He shrugged, leaned forward, grabbed a slice of pizza from the box, and
handed it to her. "Call it what you want. But when I want
something I go after it and never give up until I get it."
Was that a warning? A threat? "I think I'd rather just
fuck," she mumbled, taking the slice from his hand.
He chuckled, snagging another piece of pizza for himself before picking
up the remote. He leaned back, putting his booted feet on the coffee
table then said, "For now, I'm here to eat pizza, drink a beer, and watch
a movie with a beautiful woman." He speared her with a look so
intense it belied his next words. "Nothing more."
He clicked the remote, the opening music drowning out anything she wanted
to say. Not that she knew what she wanted to say. His eyes moved to
the TV and hers followed suit, soon getting lost in the movie.
Eating pizza, drinking wine, watching a beautiful love story with an even
more beautiful man sitting beside her, turned out to be a pretty good Christmas
wiped his mouth with his napkin again then took a sip of his soda.
He'd never known Katie to be nervous about anything. To say he was
intrigued by what she had to say would be an understatement.
"Right," he drawled. "Okay, I'll just spit it out
then." She gave him a cute, nervous smile that went straight to his
dick. He shifted in his seat and took another long pull of his
soda. "You know I meet my parents once a
month for family dinner, right?" At his nod, she continued.
"Well, since I've joined the force, they've been on a mission to see me
settled down. Get married, have babies, you know, the whole nine yards,
in the hopes I'd give up my career in law enforcement." He gave her a questioning look.
"They don't like that you're a cop?" He knew they were a bit
overprotective—calling her every week, family dinners once a month, making her
brother check on her all the time. He'd never seen an issue with it,
liking the fact her family cared enough to keep tabs on her. But he never
knew they didn't approve of her career. Katie sighed. "No. They
think it's too dangerous. My mother swears I've given her ulcers. Anyway,
the last few months they've grown more determined, even going so far as
inviting a blind date for me." "What?" He felt his left eye
twitch and the paper cup he clutched dented under his fingers. He eased
his hold before the lid popped off, spilling soda everywhere. "I know, right?" she laughed,
misunderstanding his reaction of anger for amazement. Seeming more at
ease, she picked up her taco and took a bite. Talking with her mouth
full, she said, "So, I had this idea. I thought if you came with meon Fridayto family dinner and I introduced you as my
boyfriend, they'd back off." He wished she would look at him, but she was
fully absorbed in her taco. Not that he blamed her, they were that
fucking good. He remained silent until she finally looked
at him. "Just for pretend," she stressed, mistaking his silence
for hesitancy. He ground his back teeth.
"Pretend. Right." The last thing he wanted was to be her
pretend anything. He wanted the real thing, damn it. She gave him a weak smile. "So,
will you do it? It would just be the one night. Next month I'll
still say we're dating, but I can get you out of dinner by telling them you're
busy or something," she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand. At first, the thought of being Katie's
pretend boyfriend pissed him off. But the more he thought the idea
through, he saw its advantages, thinking it just may be the "in" he'd
been looking for. "Yeah, I'll do it." He leaned into her
personal space—a boundary he'd never quite breached before—bringing his lips
close to her ear. He felt her warm, soft breath hit the side of his face
as he whispered, "You know, we'll have to be pretty convincing for your
parents to believe us." Her warm breath fluttered against his cheek
as she answered him with a choppy, "What do you mean?" They were in public and knew he should be
mindful of PDA but couldn't resist putting his hand back on her thigh.
However, this time, he slid it up her leg, only stopping when he felt the heat
from her pussy. Her breathing grew harsh, and he felt an evil smile tug
at his lips. "I mean, I'll need to touch you." His voice
was a hoarse whisper. "Maybe even kiss you." He
deliberately let his lips graze her ear. "Do you think you can
pretend to like it?" "I...I..." He liked that he had her flustered, but he
didn't want to push too hard, too fast. Leaning back out of her space, he
resumed eating, picking up his taco and taking a healthy bite. He watched
from the corner of his eye as she took a long pull of her soda, and he fought
back a grin. "I um..." She cleared her throat
and took another sip from her straw. "I think I can manage that." He didn't look at her as he ate the last of
his tacos, pretending what had just transpired didn't have an effect on
him. When in reality, he was so hard he wasn't sure how he would hide it
when he needed to stand to leave. Hoping to pull his mind from the gutter, he
asked, "What time should I pick you upon Friday?" They had Thursdays and Fridays off
because they worked the weekends. "Pick me up?" "Yeah, your parents would expect your
boyfriend to pick you up and bring you to dinner." She nodded, still seeming a bit out of
it. Good. That meant he affected her, too. "You're
right. I guess I hadn't really thought things all the way
through." Well, he'd thought them all the way
through. All the way to her waking up in his bed the following morning. "I'm supposed to meet them at Rocky's
at six." He nodded, taking the last sip of his soda
and tossing the empty cup on the tray. "I'll pick you up atfive-thirty."