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We all have people in our life that encourage us to do better, individuals who give advice and suggestions. Not because they’re being paid, or feel they have to, but because they want to, the ones that curve time out of their busy days to help enrich yours. Mentors.
Today, I’m fortunate to interview one of mine. She helped me grow as an author, taught me how to tighten my work, and showed me how to develop characters. I’m very pleased to have DC Stone come over today.
Cait: A car pulls into the driveway and when she steps out of the car, I’m glad DC remembered to wear blue jeans. I laugh. Peeking out of her blue jeans is four-inch heeled boots. She’s such a trip. “Welcome DC, I hope you like margaritas by a bon fire.”
DC: *Brows wiggle.* “As long as you’ve got salsa and chips to go with that, I’m game. I tell you, something has got to give soon with this schedule. Between busting asses and developing bad-asses, geesh…”
Cait: “I can accommodate. Chips and salsa are waiting for us.” We strolled to the corner of the yard. A guy throws wood onto the fire. “I think you remember these guys.” Her mouth drops open and I smile. “Nate, I think you know the lovely D.C.”
DC: “I’m giggling so much right now. Why in the hell do I feel like a blushing schoolgirl?”
Cait: I love when people are surprised by their characters. “He’s agreed to keep the fire going for us tonight and freshen our drinks.”
DC: *Eyes him, knowingly.* “Uh huh, I just bet he did…”
Cait: We sit in the chairs near the fire and I pass her a glass. “Earlier, I informed the readers how you were a mentor to me. How you took the time to help me improve my craft.” I hold up my glass. “Thank you.”
DC: *Nods in acceptance.* “I appreciate you saying that and you’re welcome, but truly, I think it’s you who pushed yourself to become the writer you are today. You wanted it bad enough and took the craft by its horns, so to speak. So my hats off to you.” J
Cait: “Now, I’m the one blushing. Thank you. Is there anyone that you consider a mentor?”
DC: *Blows out a breath.* “Oh boy, a mentor? Well, I’ve never actually had someone sit me down and guide me through each step of the writing process. I’ve had people who have inspired me, such as Pamela Clare and Julie Ann Walker. I’ve had others who have encouraged me on and helped with the learning of the craft, such as William Pitts and my sister from another mother, Lea Bronsen. And then I’ve been gifted with very talented editors such as who pushed me with this book, Valerie Mann. So there’s this saying that comes to mind when you ask me that question: It takes an entire team, not just one person, to make a book publishing ready. In this case, and with each one I write, that’s more than the case.”
Cait: “Before we jumped into the book, I’d like to talk about your background and how that helps you write the sexy heroes of the law.” I nod my head toward Nate. “Case in point.” I pick up a glass and sip. “Do you write stories based on your position?”
DC: *Feels my cheeks heat as I glance at him again and takes a deep breath.* “Well, when I first started writing, I struggled with what kind of stories I actually wanted to develop. One day it all clicked and who I wanted to be—or rather the stories I wanted to write—was set in stone, pun intended. The life of law enforcement and investigations is who and what I am. It all started with my military experience, another career I started sixteen years ago. I fell in love with solving crimes, putting the pieces of the puzzle together, in order to show the entire picture of what happened from day one. Now, I teach others about the different aspects of an investigation and still conduct major ones on a daily basis. I enjoy the hell out of it, too. So developing stories where my heroes are military or law enforcement individuals, stories where the TRUE hero comes out and REAL life is at play in fiction is something I just had to do, something I love to do. So, long answer to your question is yes, *laughs* it has a part in my stories.”
Cait: “To date, who has been your favorite hero to write?” Nate drops his stick he used for prodding the fire and turns, watching her. I laugh. “Nothing like being in the hot seat.”
DC: *bursts out laughing* “Crapola. You just had to, huh?” *Takes a deep, calming breath and smiles* “I can honestly answer this question by saying each and every one of my heroes have been my favorite. A development of any character takes a big part of any individual. I won’t say it’s like your child, because a fictional character has nothing on the love that I have for my children. But, each fictional character is still very much a part of the author, and real or not, the love for that character is always present.”
Cait: Nate walks over and pours more margarita into her glass. “You have him eating out of your hand,” I say when he steps away and lift a plate from the table between us. “Would you care for some fruit or cheese?”
DC: *nods and takes a sip.* “I think, though, that Alyssa would have him on his knees.” She smiles.
Cait: “Bla-ah.” I choked on a piece of cheese. “I think she already did.” I giggled. “Please give us a glimpse into Armed and Dangerous.”
DC: She pulls out a book from her purse. “Let me read a scene for you.”
Nate waited at the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room and stared out across downtown San Diego. Tall skyscrapers soared around the city, their tops dusted with popping colors of green, blue, and red. Cars passed by in a blur, and with dusk only minutes past and the weekend kicking off, nightlife began to bloom along with his own anticipation.
He tucked his hands inside the charcoal dress pants and rocked back and forth in the uncomfortable black dress shoes. After spending days in his boots and uniform, the toes of the shoes pinched at his toes, and the soles unforgiving. He did not miss them. At all.
The door behind him clicked and a brush of air alerted him someone entered the room. He stilled, his heartbeat kicking out an erratic tempo in his throat, but he didn’t turn, instead watching a woman cross the threshold in the window’s reflection. She assessed the larger-than-normal hotel suite before her gaze settled on his back.
Perplexed, he tipped his head, recognizing her familiar features. She progressed with a lethal grace only a trained law enforcement officer would know, her steps purposeful, but silent, even in heels higher than he’d ever seen her in.
Standing to the side, she set her purse and a small black bag on a table, giving him her profile. A flash of deep red hair grabbed his attention. He sucked in a breath and pivoted in slow motion, refusing to allow hope to grow any more than it had, yet at the same time, fear sliced through. The one person he needed to get out of his system stood in the same room as he.
The night was about to go to hell.
Facing away from him, she took in the overwhelming luxury of the room. Desire slammed into him, he came to life with a kick against his fly.
Cait: “Great scene. It must be a great feeling to be multi-published. Would you mind running down the list of your other books for our readers?”
DC: Oh, my pleasure! I have two books out with Evernight Publishing titled High Scandal, which was my first release ever, and Feral Craving, which is a full length novel and book one of my Justice Demon series. Then, I have this story, Armed and Desired, which was published with Decadent Publishing. Later this year I’ll have another release coming out called What Could Have.
Cait: “What manuscripts are you working on now?”
DC: “I’m actually working on three separate ones right now, but a majority of my time has been dedicated toward editing the first in my romantic suspense series, titled Different Faces of Danger. There’s some good news coming soon with this one, but news I’m not quite ready to share yet. She winks.
Cait: “Can you give us a sneak peak?”
DC: *chuckles* Into DFOD? Sure. She pulls out her laptop. “Handy, big bag I have here, huh?”
He wanted her.
They had to wait.
The man inched closer, fascinated. Her breasts jutted out, back arching as she reached behind and unsnapped the clasps holding secrets captive. His groan turned into a rasping moan as he increased the grip he held on himself. The material flitted down to join the rest of her clothing, baring mounds just heavy enough to fit in his hands. Dark brown areolas stared back at him, and the tension building in his stomach spread. God, so good. He squeezed his length, pushed his grip harder, and wished like hell his jeans weren’t in his way. Warmth gathered in his stomach, his testicles drew close to his body, and the precipice broke.
The hand clenching his jeans slapped against the wall. The sound startled the dark haired beauty inside. Hot pulses of liquid escaped his body, and his erotic pleasure heightened. The woman turned to stare at the window, her eyes widening as she caught sight of his covered face. She screamed, hands moving to cover exposed flesh in instinct. The fear etched on her face singed through her lungs and drew out his gratification, encouraged his passion. He shuddered as the last of the orgasm faded. She dashed across the room, and he pivoted, leaving the spot he had kept warm for the past hour. Watching. Waiting. For the right time.
Cait: Gulp. “I hope she gets out alive. So, what is your favorite part of a romance?”
DC: “The butterflies. I have no hesitation on that answer. In any romance, the newness, the building tension, the anticipation of it all is a beautiful thing.”
Cait: “DC, will you tell us about the hero and heroine?”
DC: “In Armed and Desired, we have two partners, Nate and Alyssa, who have been fighting their attraction for one another. Neither wants to act on their feelings because if they do, they can run into a slew of problems, or even face the harshest reality of all—rejection.
Soon, the decision on whether they are going to act or not is taken from them completely when Madame Eve steps in.” A devilish grin spreads across her face.”
Cait: I set my glass on the table. “I had so much fun. You must come again.” I rise and hug her.
DC: “Thank you so much for having me. Give my love to the girls at Coffee Talk and please, let’s do this again soon.”
Cait: “You bet.” Nate approaches and offers DC his hand. “Just a sec. Before you go, would you leave us with links for the readers to catch up with you?”
Cait: “Don’t forget to get me your buy links for our readers,” I call out to DC and Nate’s back. “Hmm.”