Hi Anna and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, How To Lose A Bachelor!
Tell us about the book with this fun little challenge using the title of the book:
T is for: Tantrums
O is for: Outmanuevered
L is for: Long lost lovers
O is for: Over his dead body
S is for: Sizzling attraction
E is for: Elusive heroine
A is for: Appetite, appetite, appetite
B is for: Bold bachelor
A is for: Accidental kiss
C is for: Cray cray contestants
H is for: Hot desire
E is for: Even his mom knows!
L is for: Losing might not be winning after all.
O is for: Orange you glad I didn’t say STD?
R is for: Revenge was never this much fun!
and so on…
Please share the opening lines of this book:
Rochelle Ransom hadn’t worn a dress like this since—actually, she’d never worn a dress like this. Short, tight, lots of cleavage. Hooker red.
Please share a few Fun facts about this book…
- Rochelle is an attorney, but agrees to an illegal arrangement with the show’s producer almost immediately.
- Grant may need an attorney before all is said and done.
- Don’t underestimate the power of a single kiss!
- The hero’s testicles are constantly endangered on the show.
- The original title was Bachelor and the Beast.
Was there a scene in this book that was harder to write than others?
The hardest part was the ending, because I suck at endings. I can’t give you an excerpt because it would be too spoilery, so how about an excerpt from one of my fave scenes? ☺
Rochelle’s booth was elementary, consisting only of an umbrella to keep her from burning in the sun, and a lawn chair for those moments between eager customers. And eager they’d been. Men of all ages and sizes and from all walks of life had kissed her. So many that she was tempted to squirt an entire bottle of hand sanitizer in her mouth. And God, a shower would have been nice, too. But at least all the customers had followed the rules, giving her only small pecks on the lips, and taking a photo with her here and there.
Sure, she got dirty looks from women passing by. A kissing booth was a kissing booth was a kissing booth. But the cause was worthy, she admitted begrudgingly, and the payoff, so far, had been huge. Besides, she was an attorney. Dirty looks came with the job. She could outwardly handle poisonous glares and acidic whispers behind her back, even as she withered inside from the humiliation.
Worthy cause, worthy cause, worthy cause.
She hadn’t seen Grant all day, not since she announced in the limo what her booth would entail. He’d found it repugnant, she could tell.
In the distance, Grant approached with the camera crew in tow. He paused briefly at Sakiya’s booth, and from the admiring look on his face, was complimenting her on her work. Just as Rochelle was about to mutter something under her breath, she got another customer, effectively ending her break and the self-loathing session that had ensued.
“Is the kissing booth still open?” her new patron asked.
She turned her attention to him. Handsome. Really handsome, and probably right around her own age. “Of course,” she said, trying her hardest to sound enthusiastic. “But I’m expensive. It’s five dollars per kiss.”
He laughed. “That’s a bargain.” He handed her five ones, which she gave to her assigned assistant in charge of the money box. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Grant and the camera crew stop. One of the camera guys hurried over to get in on the juicy footage about to go down at the infamous kissing booth. Rochelle fought off a cringe.
Grant was watching. He would see everything, so she had to make this good. The thing was, America would be watching her too. And judging her. Could she ever recover from the shame she felt, even as she stepped toward the man?
Worthy cause, worthy cause, worthy cause.
“You can come closer if you want,” she said to her customer. “I don’t bite.”
“Not even if I pay extra?”
Oh, dear God.
When he stepped closer, she pulled him in by his shirt collar. She could practically feel Grant watching them and she wondered how much attention he was paying. Could he see her desperation? The indignity she felt? The hatred she directed at him for forcing her to go to extremes like this? That’s right, Grant Drake. This is your fault.
So watch this.
“Did you happen to notice the rules?” she asked out of habit.
“Read ‘em twice.”
“Good.” She slowly pressed her lips against his, and instead of a peck, she let them linger a bit. But when he opened his mouth for more, she stopped, pulling away. Lingering was one thing. Making out with a stranger on camera was quite another.
Her handsome customer stepped back in slight awe. “I could do that all day,” he said, reaching for his wallet again.
“You’ll have to get back in line,” a voice called from beside them.
They turned to Grant, who strode toward them like a predator stalking its next meal. Rochelle’s stomach somersaulted. She’d seen that look in his eye before.
She was in loads of trouble now.
Rochelle’s dapper customer stepped away, allowing Grant room between them. Grant smiled at the man. “Rules are rules,” he said, tilting his head toward the board in front of them. “Number three says you get one kiss, then have to go back to the end of the line.”
The man nodded good-naturedly. “I’d wait in line all day for another kiss like that.”
Grant’s smile faltered, something Rochelle relished for the second it lasted. Recovering, Grant nodded toward the back of the line, which kept growing and growing, probably because of the camera crew now parked beside them. “If you don’t hurry, it just might be all day.”
To the older man in overalls next up in line, Grant extended his hand for a friendly shake. His one moment of resentment seemed to have dissipated in the summer breeze, and Rochelle couldn’t help but feel disappointed at how short lived her victory had been. She did notice though, that Grant’s eyes were still sharp, still steely. Was he jealous? And—did she care?
“Hi, my name is Grant Drake. These guys here are filming a show called Luring Love. Have you heard of it?”
The man scratched his white beard, a grimace puckering his expression. “I’m Magnus. Yeah, heard of it. My wife makes me watch it. Too political, if you ask me.”
“Well, I can see why you’d think that. Listen, I’m this year’s bachelor. Rochelle here is one of the contestants on the show. She chose to run a kissing booth to raise money for battered women. What do you think about that, Magnus?”
Her patron looked pointedly at her. “Well now, on the one hand, she seems to be raking in some dough for the charity. On the other…Well, you ought to open your eyes, son. My wife would call this strategizing. This young lady is trying to make you jealous by kissing a bunch of other fellas.”
Grant laughed. Rochelle felt if her eyes got any wider, her eyeballs would fall out and bounce on the asphalt beneath them. What is he doing?
“You think so?” Grant was saying.
“It’s plain as high noon, boy.”
“Hmmm,” Grant said thoughtfully. He studied Rochelle, his eyes locking with hers. “What do you think I should do about it, Magnus? Should I act jealous, or pretend it doesn’t bother me?”
Magnus shoved his hands in his overalls and rocked back on his heels. “I can’t rightly say.”
Grant nodded. “It’s a tough call, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Well, we’ve got to film me visiting Rochelle’s booth, so if you don’t mind, could I possibly cut in front of you? I hate to ask, but the crew’s tired and ready for their break and this is the last shoot of the day.”
“Aw heck, go ahead,” says Magnus, waving his hand.
“Thanks Magnus. You’re a good sport.” Grant turned to Rochelle then, his eyes flinty. He pulled out his wallet slowly, deliberately. “Who takes the money here?” he said without looking away from her.
Rochelle’s assistant perked up behind them. “Um. I do, sir.”
He offered her the briefest of smiles. “Good.” From his wallet he retrieved some bills and handed it to her. “For my turn,” he explained.
Without further warning, he grabbed Rochelle and jerked her to him, using his hand to press her lower back into him. There was no space between them at all—except at their lips. Instantly, she regretted wearing the tiniest bikini on the planet. She might as well have been naked.
“I’ve paid for this with more than money,” he told her softly.
What do you want people to take away from reading this book?
A lot of laughs, a sense of friendship with the characters, and a swoon-worthy happily ever after.
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Revenge was never this much fun…
When Rochelle Ransom auditioned for the dating show Luring Love, she had big plans for winning the prize money to help her favorite charity-and if she won the hot bachelor’s heart, even better. But at the last minute she finds out the hot bachelor is her ex-boyfriend, Grant Drake. Desperate to keep her distance from him, she’ll do anything-and everything-to get voted off.
Years ago, Rochelle broke Grant’s heart, and he’s out for revenge. There’s no way he’ll vote her off.
After all, vengeance is a dish best served red-hot…and on live television.
When her hilarious antics to get kicked off the show escalate, Grant’s reminded why he fell in love with her the first time. Now he isn’t sure which might be more fun… Seeing how far Rochelle is willing to go to get away or how far he will to keep her forever.
Meet the Author:
Anna is the New York Times bestselling author of the Syrena Legacy trilogy. She lives in Florida with her husband and daughter. She enjoys pranking random people, coughing loudly at inappropriate times, and drinking sweet tea. Especially the sweet tea part. She loves connecting on Twitter, but beware of her excessive use of sarcasm. Her favorite color is rainbow, and her writer’s cat is a wiener dog named Puckledoo.