Today it is my pleasure to welcome back Harlequin romance author Ally Blake to HJ!
Ally welcome & Thanks for stopping by to tell to us about your newest release The Secret Wedding Dress
Let starts with 5 Random facts about you?
- I told the kids in my primary school I had three middle names (instead of one) as I thought it made me seem more exotic. The extra names? Karen and Vanessa. Why the heck didn’t I go all out with something like Periwinkle and Desdemona!
- I always eat dessert with a teaspoon. Makes it last longer.
- I could never, never, not even upon the promise of a million dollars watch a horror film and yet am addicted to True Blood and The Walking Dead.
- My favourite colour is brown – every shade from beige to dark. Think about it – coffee, chocolate, croissants, cake, biscuits, a sandy beach, old wood furnishings, puppy dog eyes, rocks and mud and earth… Things good, and sweet, and natural, and warm.
- Growing up I desperately wanted a horse. Not because I was interested in riding, per say, I really just wanted to name it. Writing for a living I get to name heroes, heroines, dogs, cats, businesses, places… Some horse somewhere should count itself verrry lucky.
What would you say are the defining characteristic of your Novels?
Every girl heroines who lean a little left of center and thus daze poor unsuspecting heroes with their quick tongues and delightful eccentricities. And big, gorgeous heroes with twinkles in their eyes, who only realize they’ve been dazed all too late…love has struck, and there ain’t no turning back!
What is your favorite trope to read, one you will never get tired of?
I always love a “working together” story. Maybe it’s the close proximity thing, maybe it’s the fact that it can happen, people do meet their significant other at work. Maybe it’s that I met my own husband while on the job. I was a beginner writer pitching a TV show and he was a big time producer with 100 episodes under his belt. I saw stars, he was dazed by my zest and zeal, see the previous question to find out how that usually turns out in my life;).
If you were a heroine in a book, your character would be – The girl next door, the damsel in distress, Kick-butt take charge heroine or the aloof ice queen and why?
I’d be the wide-eyed ingénue, so busy gaping in wonder at the bright, shiny, fabulous happenings all around me I’d walk into a wall. That’s me in a nutshell – accident prone and easy to delight.
What are you currently reading?
If you had to summarize The Secret Wedding Dress for the readers here ….
Who would who cast in the role of hero and Heroine if your book was optioned for a movie?
What scene did you have most fun writing? why?
The scene I grinned through while writing THE SECRET WEDDING DRESS was the epilogue. It’s terribly cheeky and is written in a third character’s point of view (ie not the hero or heroine) which is pretty much unheard of in short series romance, but it was so right for this book I’m glad I was able to get away with it! Most of the reviews of the book have mentioned it as being a favourite, but it’s a total spoiler so I can’t even give a hint as to what it’s about! You’ll just have to read the book to find out ;).
What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2013?
Where can readers get in touch with you?
Giveaway: an ebook of my last Harlequin Presents Extra, THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT.
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– An excerpt from your book
Later that night, when the lift doors closed several minutes after Paige had pressed the button for the eighth floor, she leant against the wall, getting herself comfortable for the ride ahead of her.
The second she closed her eyes, the picture projected onto the backs of her lids was the view of Gabe Hamilton as he’d walked away. All long strong legs and loping sexy strides. The thought of him made her tingle all over. Like static, only…hotter.
As it turned out, whatever she thought of Gabe Hamilton’s scruples about flirting with a possibly engaged woman, she hadn’t imagined the spark. It was there, in the directness of his gaze. The purpose in his smile. He knew he was gorgeous and wasn’t above using it to get what he wanted. And if she had even half a sense about such things, he wanted her.
Paige crossed her legs at the ankle and slid her thumb between her front teeth and nibbled for all she was worth.
She’d never been one of those girls who went after men who looked like they sinned a dozen times a day and twice on Sundays. Sure, she could appreciate the appeal. The desire to tame the untameable. But she’d seen the emotional destruction a man with that kind of concentrated charm left in his wake. And while she wasn’t a big believer in happy endings, more than that she was determined never to act in such a way as to have an unhappy one.
When the lift made its first stop she twirled her hair over one shoulder, stifled a yawn, glanced at the number to check which floor besides the eighth she’d landed on, then realised the lift had taken her to the top. To the penthouse.
She slowly stood to attention, her hands tight on her purse in an attempt to get a grip on the sensual wave rising through her knowing Gabe Hamilton was close. And with everything she had she willed the lift to descend.
But the lift being the lift, the doors slid open, and stayed open, leaving her standing staring into a large dark entrance boasting two shiny black double doors leading to the only apartment on the floor, one of which bumped as the handle twisted.
Paige shrank to the back of the lift, but there was no hiding. Every last wisp of air bled from her lungs as Gabe stepped through the doorway.
He looked up, saw her, and stopped. A muscle worked in his jaw. It was a testament to how her senses were working ten to the dozen that she even noticed that tiny movement, considering what the guy was wearing. Or not wearing to be more precise.
Pyjama bottoms. Long, soft, grey-checked pyjama bottoms. And nothing else. After that it was like a freeway collision inside her head, the way the gorgeous bits of him piled on top of one another. The deep tan that went all over. The large bare feet. The hair, all mussed and rugged. Arms that looked strong enough to lift a small car. A wholly masculine chest with the kind of muscle definition no mere mortal had the right to possess. And a happy trail of dark hair arrowing beneath his pyjama bottoms…
“Paige?” he said, his devil-deep voice putting her knees on notice.