Hi Sarah Hegger and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Nobody’s Princess!
Hi, it’s always great to be here.
Tell us about the book with this fun little challenge using the title of the book:
I think I’ll just focus on the second part of the title: Princess
P is for pretty and how Tiffany has come to value herself only for her looks
R is for road trip (because there is one)
I is for integers because our Tiffany is a secret math geek
N is for nerd, because Thomas is a hot one of those
C is for clueless because our Tiffany spends most of the book floundering around
E is for engaged, which Tiffany wants to be. Unfortunately she’s still married
S is for secrets, because our Tiffany’s world is teetering on a pile of those
S for sport’s car this time. A vintage Lamborghini Miura (and I still have to check how to spell Lamborghini)
What’s your favorite line(s) from the book?:
At a really pivotal point for Tiffany, Thomas comes up with this:
He lifted her hand and kissed it. “All this and she’s a geek, too? I must have died and gone to heaven.”
I love the way he accepts her for who she is.
Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?
Tiffany is attracted to Thomas because of his smile. It’s a little bit boy-next-door until you look in his eyes, and then you see the bad boy lurking inside. She also likes the way he accepts people for who and what they are. He has a warm, all embracing way of viewing the world that draws her in.
Thomas is drawn to Tiffany’s looks at first. She’s one good-looking lady. But what really appeals to him are all the contradictions she presents. She’s a hot mess for sure, and he can’t help trying to find out how she got into this situation in the first place.
When you sat down to start this book, what was the biggest challenge you faced? What were you most excited about?
Tiffany hides behind being just a pretty face. Over the years, people have cast her into the role of being dumb, and she has played along because it’s easier that way. I loved playing with that duality, but it got tough at times to make sure the reader could see what Tiffany couldn’t see about herself. I needed the reader to know that she was smart, a little bit geeky, funny and charming. Even if all Tiffany saw when she looked at herself was a pretty face hiding an empty head.
What, in your mind, makes this book stand out?
The entire series is about women finding their truth, and living that truth. My heroines don’t get a happily ever after and then discover who they really are. They have to find themselves, accept who they are, and then they get their forever-man. A wonderful relationship is the reward for having found your truth.
The First Kiss…
Tiffany plants a sloppy, drunken kiss on Thomas a little earlier, but this is the first ‘real’ kiss:
He grabbed his beer, but kept her caged with his knees. The denim pulled taut over the muscles of his thighs. They really were great thighs. The sort you could dig your fingers into and there would be no give. Her fingers twitched, but she kept them to herself. Her gaze strayed to the front of his T-shirt. May the F = ma be with you.
“I think you’re beautiful, too.” Oops. She hadn’t really meant to say that. Okay, maybe a little.
His glass clunked back on the bar. “Beautiful?”
“In a totally manly way.”
Her bad, bad fingers moved up, hovered over a thigh, and then traced the lettering over his chest. Hard all the way. Hard and hot to the touch. “What does it mean?”
“May the mass times acceleration be with you. Mass times acceleration is force. So, may the Force be with you.”
“Oh.” She got it. “Newton.”
“You’re such a geek.”
“I really want to kiss you.”
“Ever been kissed by a geek?”
“No, but I really want to.” Her gaze flew up to his. She’d like to blame the drink—but not this time, sister. Her pulse kicked up and pounded in her neck.
His gaze got hotter and dropped to her mouth. He was going to kiss her. Hallelujah! She stopped breathing as he dipped his head toward her.
He paused within a heartbeat of her mouth. The choice was hers. His breath huffed warm against her mouth. The pull between them tugged harder, insistent. YOLO.
Tiffany hopped off her bar stool. She grabbed a fistful of his geek shirt, tugged, and docked her mouth to his. So good. The touch of his mouth shot right through her, and her toes curled.
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?
I think it would have to be the first time Tiffany and Thomas meet. First impressions count, and Tiffany gets the wrong one. In the opening scene, Tiffany who works as a photographer’s assistant is trying to line up a racial cross-section of men for an underwear commercial. Her white male is missing, and Thomas walks in…
“Hi, I’m looking for Tiffany?” A deep voice spoke from behind her.
Tiffany whirled on her four-inch heels and looked up. And up some more. Oh, thank you, sweet Jesus. Her white boy was here and he was gorgeous. His blond hair was cropped close to his scalp. It brought all your attention straight to that face. And what a face. You could break rocks on that jawline. The straight blade of his nose rescued him from pretty, but the mouth beneath it curved full and etched, made for nibbling on.
Tiffany did a quick, happy two-step. He even had beautiful blue eyes. He might be a shade on the tall side, but they could fake that a bit. Not as young as she’d first thought, but makeup would fix that. Two vertical lines between his eyebrows gave off a sort of don’t mess with me vibe. She beamed at him. “You’re perfect.”
He raised an eyebrow, and returned her smile cautiously.
Oh, yes, yes, yes. He had one of those smiles, all innocent on the outside until you looked into those bad-boy eyes. Scrap the Botox, those laugh lines were smoking hot. She did a quick body scan. Nice. Very nice. If he looked as good out of that tight T-shirt as he did in it. Seriously, where had this boy been hiding himself?
Tiffany patted the sort of forearm that could be best friends with a jackhammer, and mentally forgave the casting agent. “Okay.” She stretched her fingers to capacity to grip his arm. Wow! And this from a girl who worked with wow every day. “We are going to have to hurry. Strip and let’s get you all pumped up.”
“Where the hell have you been?” Piers snarled. “Your call time was one thirty.”
Blondie opened his mouth to reply. Tiffany spun him toward makeup. No good arguing with Piers when he was on a tear. A waste of time they didn’t have. Things were turning around. The white boy was here, and he was gorgeous. The shoot would finish on time, and then she could deal with Lola. And still have time to prepare herself for the night.
Blondie stood there giving the other models a thorough eye scan. Gay. What a shame.
She shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was practically an engaged woman.
Blondie hovered at her side.
Clichés sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath all that brawn. Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged. “You have to take this off for makeup.”
“Are you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge paws around hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate laced with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.
She hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”
He looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but right at her as if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.
“Strip?” Up went one eyebrow.
Something she didn’t want to name crackled through the space between them. Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path trail of hair disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans. That would have to go. Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel and focused on the writing on the front of his T-shirt: Never trust an atom—they make up everything.
Cool shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two people in the world who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”
She pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers. Tiffany glared up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty? Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long johns? “You have to take it all off.”
“Normally I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at her, inviting her to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.
“Tiffany, sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not your model.”
“What?” Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her model, because otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her throat.
If your hero had a sexy-times play list, what song(s) would have to be on it?
This one has me stumped, because unlike a lot of authors I know, I can’t listen to music while I write. I have to cheat a bit and tell you that the whole idea for the book was triggered by a Carrie Underwood song, “Before He Cheats.” I heard that song and wondered what would make a woman that mad as to trash her lover’s car. This is part of why Tiffany is in the tangle she’s in at the start of the book.
What do you want people to take away from reading this book?
That you can find love and hope in the most unlikely places. Just when you think you know what you want, life steps in and gives you what you need.
What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2016?
I’m currently working on a new contemporary series, Ghost Falls, which doesn’t release until 2017.
But for this year, I’m releasing two more medieval romances in my Sir Arthur’s Legacy series. If you know the series, then this will be books #3 and #4, “Conquering William” and “Roger’s Bride.” They hit the shelves in August and December, respectively.
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Excerpt from Nobody’s Princess:
The studio tilted around Tiffany.
“Is there somewhere we can talk?” Blondie glanced at Piers and back at her.
“Luke?” She forced the name past her stiff lips. “You want to talk about Luke?”
Threes, trouble always came in threes. Someone must have proven that. What were the odds? She needed to work out the odds. First the date, then Lola, returning her call today of all days. Now this guy showing up out of nowhere. Her fingers twitched to write this down, try to find the connection. The pink book beckoned from her tote bag.
“Yes.” Blondie smiled down at her. “His stepmother—Lola, is it? She told me where to find you.”
Son of a bitch! She should never have contacted Lola. That was her first mistake. Nothing good ever came of contacting Luke’s family. Only, with the proposal looming and the way things stood, she hadn’t really seen an option. She couldn’t very well accept the proposal of one man while she was still married to another. “I don’t have time to talk about Luke.” Ever. “And ex. He’s my ex-husband.”
Up went Blondie’s eyebrow. “Um, not according to—”
“He’s my ex because I say he is.” Her breath sawed through her mouth. She forced it to slow down. Nobody but Lola knew she and Luke were still married.
“O-kay.” Blondie held up his hands in surrender. “Whatever, but I still need to talk to you about Luke.”
“Well, hello.” Piers slithered up beside her. His gaze fixed over her head. “And who might you be?”
This was all she needed, Piers asking questions.
“Thomas.” He held out his hand to Piers. “Thomas Hunter.” The name suited him, direct and no-nonsense.
Piers slid his fingers into Blondie’s—Thomas’s—and leered over his slow hand squeeze.
“Are you a model?”
“No.” Thomas gave a rumble of laughter. “I’m an engineer.”
“A real man, then?” Piers sidled a bit closer. “You should consider modeling. You have fabulous bone structure.”
“My mother will be pleased to hear it.” Thomas slid his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and smiled down easily at Piers. “Actually, I just needed Tiffany.”
The way he said that made her belly tighten. Her phone pinged. And right on time, Lola crashed the party. At least she’d given up calling and was sending texts. Tiffany had a thing or two to say to Lola about sending hot blond men to her place of work. Men who knew Luke and knew he was still her husband.
“We all need Tiffany.” Piers put his arm around her shoulder and tugged her closer. Tiffany almost lost her balance. “I need her now and you can have her later.”
“Um, no.” Tiffany wriggled out from beneath Piers’s arm. God, she could smack him. His little display of affection was only to impress on Thomas that he wasn’t really a screaming bitch. But then, she only had a few more hours to put up with him. “I can’t see him later. I have a date.”
Piers threw her a look that said he didn’t give a shit.
“Why don’t I take your number and I can call you later,” Thomas said.
“Look.” She needed to shake him off before he screwed up everything. “I—”
“Here.” Piers grabbed the phone out of Thomas’s hand. His fingers flew across the touchpad. “This is Tiffany’s cell and I put mine in there as well. Just in case. You can call me anytime for anything.”
“Um, thanks.” Thomas peered down at his phone.
Tiffany twitched to snatch it and start deleting. Piers really shouldn’t be handing out her number to anyone, particularly not Luke’s friends. Luke was out of her life, gone, over, except for the car. And the divorce.
“I’ll call you later,” Thomas said.
“Don’t.” Tiffany stepped away from him. “I have nothing to say about Luke.”
“Yeah.” He pulled a rueful face. “That’s not going to work for me. I can see you’re busy, so I’ll call you later.”
He turned and strolled his very fine ass away from her.
Tiffany smirked at his broad back. Not if I see you first.
Excerpts. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Sarah Hegger is back with another delightful Willow Park Romance, but this time the road to love might be a little bumpy…
Tiffany Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all its complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him–including Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then there’s Thomas Hunter, Luke’s brawny friend, who won’t take “no road trip” for an answer–and who won’t stop showing up in her daydreams…
Thomas couldn’t care less about Luke’s personal life, but he needs to find him if he’s going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who’s taken off in Luke’s rare Lamborghini Miura, he’s more than willing–especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany’s lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
Meet the Author:
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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