Hi Stephanie and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Over Exposed!
Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:
Please share the opening line of this book:
“You sonuvabitch. What the hell were you thinking?”
Please share a few Random facts about this book…
I don’t write to music but I plot to music. One of the songs on constant repeat when I was plotting this book was Gaslight Anthem’s “Here Comes My Man.” I have a huge crush on the lead singer and that song just clicked with the book. Also, Avenged Sevenfold’s “So Far Away.” Gorgeous, sad song.
I used to have a well-known Junior Mint addiction. I couldn’t write in the afternoon with a few of those minty chocolaty morsels. Recently, I’ve switched allegiance to Mint M&Ms. I still love Junior Mints. There’s nothing like going to the movies and have a box of popcorn and a box of Junior Mints.
Greg is based on a real person. No, I’m not telling you who he is because he’s a real person and not a celebrity. There’s only one person besides myself who knows who he is and she’s not talking. Sabrina is physically based on actress Sabrina Bryan. I’m a huge Dancing with the Stars fan and Sabrina was one of the celebrities on the show at the time I was writing the book. She was perfect, a beautiful woman.
Tell us a little about the characters in your book. What’s something we wouldn’t know about them by reading the book? Favorite food or weird pet peeve?
Like me, Greg’s favorite movie is Casablanca. It’s perfection, from the performances to the script to the direction. It’s the one movie that, when it’s on, I have to stop and watch, no matter what I’m doing.
What, in your mind, distinguishes this book from other books out there in the same genre?
I’m not a plot-heavy writer. I write emotional stories about characters who live in the same world we do. They could be your next-door neighbor and that makes them relatable. Also, I live with three men. No, no, not like that. I have a husband and two sons. I think I write male characters really well.
The First kiss…
He wanted to kiss her? And only kiss her?
Well, shit. Then it’d better be one hell of a good kiss.
She was in the process of lifting her arms to wrap her hands around his neck when he beat her to it.
He curled one big hand around the nape of her neck and closed the few inches between them. She had a split second to feel the heat and hardness of his body press against her breasts and thighs, a split second to think how much better this would be if they were naked, then his mouth closed over hers and she couldn’t think.
Her brain blanked as his lips settled on hers. He didn’t demand entrance right away—he seemed content just to feel her lips against his. He stood still, only the pressure of his lips against hers and the tightening of his hand around her nape. Not controlling or punishing. Demanding, but in a good way. A way that made her want to give him anything he asked for.
So when he parted his lips, she did too, giving his tongue a chance to slide into her mouth.
Heat spilled through her body as their tongues touched and their breath mingled. A moan worked its way free as he stroked his tongue along hers, tasting her, playing with her.
She kissed him back, not content to simply stand there. Her hands grabbed onto his waist, wanting him closer.
He had to bend so he could reach her mouth, and she wished she were taller so she could be plastered against him, feel every part of him, including the erection she’d seen him sporting when he’d walked in.
Tilting her hips forward, she sought to align them even more intimately as he kissed her deeper. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her own frantic need coursed through her, making her thighs clench and her heart pound.
Now he cupped her face with both hands and tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access. He seemed to want to devour her and she was perfectly willing to allow him.
Her hands tightened on his waist and she felt him take a breath, felt him slow the kiss without losing any momentum. It was almost as if, now that he’d tasted her, he was content to draw it out.
She didn’t want slow. She wanted him to press against her, wanted to feel his erection against her belly. Wanted him to lift her so their necks weren’t strained and she didn’t feel so far away, even though she felt the heat of his body through her clothes.
Her breasts ached, her pussy ached—hell, her hands ached from clenching his hips. Without thought, her hands slipped down his hips then back to his tight ass.
Damn, he had a great ass.
He groaned and her lips curved in a smile as his fingers tightened on her cheeks.
Suddenly, he spun them around, grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the nearest worktable.
She had a quick second to suck in a deep breath and blink up at him before he insinuated his hips between her legs, wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and put his other hand under her chin.
Then he held her immobile and kissed the hell out of her.
If she’d thought that first kiss was good . . . sweet Jesus. Every muscle in her body went limp, every bone turned to jelly. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve sank back onto the table in total surrender.
Whoever said you couldn’t come just from a kiss had never been kissed by this man.
After a few seconds where she let herself float, she finally marshaled her strength and lifted her arms around his shoulders. She could reach them now, the table giving her enough height. She wanted him closer, tightening her arms, and he came, pulling her closer to the edge as he stepped forward.
Now she did feel his erection against her pussy and she wanted to moan and squirm and tear his jeans away. She wanted him to strip her down and do her right here, on the table—
Is there a deleted scene that you loved that ultimately didn’t make it into the novel? Please share a snippet of it here and explain why it was eventually left out:
Luckily, I didn’t have to cut anything.
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene or event would have to be included in the final cut?
It’s a scene towards the middle of the book where Sabrina shows how far she’s willing to push herself sexually.
It might’ve been mortifying if she hadn’t been so turned on.
With her breath caught in her chest, she waited for Greg to tell him to turn around, to get the hell out.
In the next second, she realized he wasn’t going to.
And the heat that had started to cool with embarrassment began to burn a little hotter again.
Sucking in a short, unsteady breath, she turned back to Greg, now watching her.
“Have you ever been taken in front of someone else before? Had someone watch?” Greg’s steady tone made her shiver and she shook her head when he waited for her to answer. “It makes everything much more erotic. It’s kind of like when I took your picture after our first time. That sensation of someone capturing you at such an intimate moment. It’s so fucking hot.”
Surprisingly, she understood. Already her body was reacting to Sebastian’s presence with a rush of lust so hot, it made her feel feverish.
Still, she’d never done anything like this and—
Well, for starters, how the hell would she be able to face Sebastian after this? When he’d seen her like this?
Like what? asked the part of her brain that wanted Greg to continue right now.
In the midst of so much pleasure it hurt.
Hell, she wasn’t even totally naked.
But Greg was about to make love to her and Sebastian was going to watch.
Turning her head again, she saw Sebastian leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes heavy-lidded, his expression unreadable. But the hint of red on his cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell in such a rapid motion belied his arousal.
God, did she actually want him to watch?
Would Greg expect him to do anything else?
She’d never been in a threesome. Had never considered it other than to read and enjoy the fantasy in books.
“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Greg continued, answering her unspoken question as if he’d read her mind. “You’re mine. Only mine. He can watch because I allow it but that’s all.”
She bit back a moan at the absolute possession in Greg’s tone. No matter that it should have grated. It didn’t. It made her feel treasured.
“But Bree, you have to say it.” She turned back to look at him, his expression dead serious. “You have to say yes because there’s no way in hell I’d ever force you to do something like this.”
Her heart melted along with her inhibitions.
She took a deep breath. “Then I say yes.”
What’s one of the most difficult parts about the writing process?
Finishing the damn book. Just getting to the end is a seriously difficult process and whenever I do, the relief is wonderful.
What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2014?
I will be finishing the An Indecent Affair serial and will have a paranormal anthology release in October. And there will be more Salon Games next year!!
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I could get used to this, every night.
Draping her arm over his chest, she put her head on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
Which was pretty damn difficult to do when he wound one hand into her hair and put the other on her bare ass. She shivered, not at the room temperature but at the possessive way he held her. His hand on her ass began to smooth over her skin, from her lower back to her thighs.
Oh, my God, if he kept doing that, she’d be ready to go again in minutes.
“You cold?” Greg’s voice, husky and deep, made her shiver again.
“Hmm. A little.”
He shifted beneath her. She shouldn’t have said anything. She didn’t want him to move. Not yet.
But instead of leaving the bed and handing her clothes to her, he reached across her to grab the comforter they were laying on and drag it over her.
The silky material slid against her already sensitized skin and raised more goose bumps. As she huddled closer to Greg, her mound bumped against his hip and she bit back a moan, wanting to grind herself on him to satiate the already building lust.
Maybe she’d made a serious miscalculation here—
“So, I’ve been thinking about this scene,” he said. “It’s pretty late in the film and I’m not sure yet if I’m going to keep it.”
—because she’d thought maybe the ache would lessen after they’d had sex. Maybe it’d even go away. Like scratching an itch.
“But it’s pretty pivotal to an earlier scene I’ve been thinking about adding, and that could push the run time into two hours.”
And now he wanted to talk about his movie?
Yeah, so what do you want to talk about?
“What do you think?”
She thought she was in deep shit because all she wanted to do was lie here naked and warm against him and talk about his movie.
When she pulled away enough so that she could look up at him, he looked like he was actually waiting for an answer. A coherent answer.
Luckily, she’d been listening, mostly because all she wanted to do when he spoke was listen.
“I think if you need the scene, you should add it. I watch movies all the time where I feel like they rushed things just to get the film to fit a certain time frame. That’s cheating.”
He smiled at her, and her stomach did that thing where it felt like it turned end over end.
And when he leaned down and kissed her, she had to control her first reaction to crawl onto his body and rub against him until he was hard, she was wet, and there was no question about what would happen next.
When he pulled away this time, after scrambling her brain once again, she could tell from the look on his face that his brain was already back to thinking about his screenplay. She couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off that he’d already dismissed her or relieved this wasn’t going to be awkward.
Turning toward the other side of the bed, she began to gather her clothes.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned, holding the sheet to her breasts like a shield. Which was ridiculous considering what they’d been doing only minutes ago.
His eyes narrowed. “Stay. Just like that.”
Her eyes widened and she had half a mind to remind him she wasn’t a dog he could order around.
Then he reached for his camera.
She froze. “Greg, what—”
“No, no. Don’t freeze up on me, babe.” Click, click. “Just look at me.”
Her cheeks burned and she clutched the sheet higher as he walked around the bed, camera still trained on her. “What are you doing?”
“You look amazing and sexy.”
The blush that had started in her cheeks became a full-body flush. No one had ever said that to her and she didn’t know how to respond. He made her want to give him anything he wanted.
“But . . . I don’t . . . I’m not a model.”
“Don’t want you to be.” Click, click, click. “Models sell a product. I’m capturing a mood.”
She frowned as he continued to snap away.
“And what are you going to do with these?”
He lowered the camera, his gaze intent on hers. “No one else will ever see them. I promise you that. If you want me to, I’ll give you the SD card as soon as I’m done here. Just let me take them and show you what I see when I look at you. How sexy you are.”
She remembered how she’d felt when he’d taken the pictures of her before. Sexy. Confident. Completely feminine.
But that had been different. She’d been showing off Kate’s lingerie. Now his emphasis was totally on her.
And it made her wonder what her hair looked like and had the little bit of mascara she’d put on this morning smudged.
He lowered the camera just enough that he could see her over it. “Now your head’s not in the right place. What are you thinking about?”
She pulled a face at him and the camera went back up. And she started to smile as she shook her head. “I’m thinking I probably look like a hot mess.”
“Sweetheart, you are in no way a mess.”
“Yeah, but this just seems so weird. If you’re going to take pictures of me, you have to talk to me while you do it.”
“Okay. Sure. What do you want to know?”
Hmm. “Have you always been into photography?”
“Yep. Got the bug from my dad pretty young and I never really lost it, even when I realized film was what I wanted to do.”
“I guess the two aren’t that different.”
He shrugged, the camera still at his eye. “They’re just two different mediums. Photography is the capture of a moment in time. A photo can be a perfect distillation of a thought or emotion. Film—good film, anyway—draws you into its world and makes you part of it. It engages you.”
As Greg continued to talk, she almost forgot that he was taking pictures of her. She became so enthralled with the peek he was giving her into his head.
The man was brilliant but then she’d known that, at least subconsciously. He’d created a successful business and managed to hold it together when so many had gone down in flames. But the way he talked about film, about the art of it, it made her hot for him all over again.
When the cameras are off, the real action begins.
Greg Hicks is a Hollywood power player. For years he’s enjoyed the perks that come with being a top director and producer: the influence, the wealth
the women. But none of his many conquests have ever possessed the incredible sensuality of the young woman he once watched lose all inhibition in front of his camera.
Sabrina Rodriquez’s life is far from a Hollywood dream. Refusing to make the same mistakes as her unlucky-in-love mother, she’s focused on her first real job and avoiding all distractions, especially those of the male variety. Yet a man as compelling as Greg is difficult to ignore. And the desires he awakens are even harder to quench.
While a winter storm rages, a night at Haven Retreat leaves Sabrina’s and Greg’s temperatures rising. As Greg introduces Sabrina to the pleasures of voyeurism and exhibition, she unleashes his most decadent passions—and his creativity. But having Sabrina as a muse isn’t enough. He wants her to take a starring role in his bed
and in his heart.
Stephanie Julian has been a daily news reporter; a freelance feature writer; and a movie, theater, and music critic, but what she loves most is writing sexy, hot romance, including No Reservations and By Private Invitation. She’s happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and is the mother of two sons.
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