Spotlight & Giveaway: Hot Nights in Morocco by Catherine Wiltcher

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Catherine Wiltcher to HJ!

Hi Catherine and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Hot Nights in Morocco!

 
Hi! Thanks for having me, I’m so excited to be here.
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Jake Dalton is the King of LA but he comes with a hundred thousand warning signs. Charlie Winters is more than happy to keep her distance… One problem. She’s just accepted a job working for his younger brother, Max. Now she and Jake are stuck on a movie set together in Morocco and it’s not just the desert heat that is making them sweat!
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

“We don’t fight battles, Charlie—we brawl, at best.” I struggle to catch his parting words as he spins away from me. “It’s never warfare until we’ve shown our true colors.”

When they first meet, Jake and Charlie hide their true feelings behind their words. There is so much delicious banter as each one tries to take the upper hand, and the tension often spills out into the bedroom. As the story unfolds, their verbal sparing develops into something else entirely…
 

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• I had the idea for Hot Nights in Morocco while working on a movie set myself. I worked in the industry for sixteen years before I left and had my family.
• I actually worked on location in Morocco. I was based just outside a town called Ouarzazate for close to two months.
• This is my first novel with Entangled Publishing.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

Jake isn’t used to people questioning his decisions. Charlie challenges him. She’s smart and sassy. It catches him off guard, and subsequently sparks his interest.

When Charlie first meets Jake she finds him overbearing and arrogant, but she soon realizes that his rough demeanour is hiding so much more.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

I just love the early banter between Jake and Charlie as they try to figure each other out, and it’s so much fun to write. It makes for some explosive conversations!

“What did you study at college, besides how to irritate the crap out of people?”
“English literature,” I say, caught off guard.
His lips curl into a scornful smile. “But of course you did.”
“Little Women,” I declare with a huff.
He frowns, his dark brows creasing into that now-familiar warning sign. “Why the fuck are you slinging book titles at me?”
I consider him for a moment. “You swear a lot, don’t you? Hmm. I read somewhere that swearing is a sign of more intelligence, not less. I guess there are always exceptions to the rule.”
“Book title,” he says coldly. “Why?”
“I was pre-empting your next question. You heard what my major was and you assumed Pride and Prejudice groupie. I hate to refute the old cliché, Mr. Dalton, but not all female English literature students are lured to their lectures by Mr. Darcy.”
“Is that so?” He sounds amused suddenly. “And here I was thinking all women were attracted to arrogance and indifference.”

Readers should read this book….

If they enjoy great banter with a smoking hot alpha and a heroine who is more than his match, not to mention all the explosive secrets and the steamy sex scenes in exotic locations.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

At the moment I’m busy with the release of Hot Nights in Morocco, as well as another contemporary romance called Devils & Dust. My WIPs consist of several new steamy stories… Watch this space!
 

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

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Excerpt from Hot Nights in Morocco:

Jake is waiting for me in his cavernous white lobby next to a gilt mirror and a bleak, expensive-looking painting of an unfamiliar skyline. He’s changed into a sharp, impeccably fitted black dress suit, and as I descend the winding staircase he turns to look at me. Clutching the banister for support, I gaze back at him steadily, even though my heart is pounding, as I take in the strength of his jawline and those heavy dark eyes.
His expression is unreadable, but there’s a muscle working hard in his left cheek as I walk over to him, my heels sparking off his monochrome tiles. He knocks back the drink in his hand and grabs his iPhone from the sideboard. “You took your time,” he mutters.
“You don’t look so shabby, yourself.” Rebuked, I glare at his broad shoulders. It wouldn’t kill him to say something nice to me. Then I remember who he is and who he’s dated. Jake’s used to having beautiful, confident women hanging off his arm, not some wild-eyed twenty-two-year-old with a broken past and a shaky future. I’m too young, too inexperienced. I’m not in the same league. Hell, I don’t even want to be.
Do I?
The lobby starts to spin. We’re going to look ridiculous together. Every woman in the world wants to walk into a room with him…every woman except me.
I take a step back to catch my breath, reaching out to steady myself against the white wall.
At the same time Jake turns and frowns. “You okay?”
I daren’t look at him. He’s right. Tonight is just business, nothing more.
“I’m fine,” I say, staring at the floor.
“You sure about that?”
“I said I’m fine, so let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
But he doesn’t move. I can feel his gaze raking over my face, seeking out my truth again. “You’re still fighting me on this? Why?”
“Why not?”
Because I’m scared.
Because you make me scared.
For the first time in my life, I’m tempted to share my dirty secrets—the reasons for my insecurity, and the reasons why I buck against his authority so much. Something in those eyes is making me want to strip away years of bullshit. But the truth is poison. It belongs far, far away from us.
Us?
Striding past him, I step out onto the porch and wrap the pink pashmina around my bare shoulders, flouting the balmy L.A. evening just as I flout his demands at every opportunity.
“Well?” he says, arriving at my side. “Are you going to enlighten me, or are we playing twenty questions again?”
“Oppression,” I grumble.
“Oppression?” One eyebrow quirks in amusement. “I see. Reading Margaret Atwood at the moment, are we?”
I hate that he knows his literature. He must have read English at university, too. Words used to be my safe space, and now he’s laying siege to them, as he is everything else.
“The Count Of Monte Cristo, actually,” I say tersely. Because you’ve taken my thoughts hostage and I still don’t know why. “You may have won this particular battle, Mr. Dalton, but no one says I have to be happy about it.”
His gaze skims across my face again before he inclines his head toward the waiting car. “We don’t fight battles, Charlie—we brawl, at best.” I struggle to catch his parting words as he spins away from me. “It’s never warfare until we’ve shown our true colors.”

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Book Info:

I just started my dream job. Too bad it comes with movie mogul Jake Dalton who’s equal parts sexy and arrogant ass. He’s also a man who comes with a thousand warning signs. Good thing I have zero interest in complicating my life.

But while stuck on set in one of the most exotic places in the world, the desert heat isn’t the only thing making me sweat. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to deny the chemistry sizzling between us.

When we finally give in…the sex is off the charts. But Jake has too many secrets, and combined with my past, trust is impossible. This craziness is temporary, right?
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Meet the Author:

Catherine Wiltcher is a British romance author, mum-of-two, former TV producer, and self-confessed alpha addict. Her writing is best described as sinfully sexy, and her characters always fall hard and deep for one another.

She lives in a village near Bath in the UK with her husband and young daughters. For book and blog updates please visit www.catherinewiltcher.com
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