Thank you so much for taking the time to interview me!!!
~Stacey~
You can take 5 items/men to a fully catered desert island –
what/who would you take?
5 men? That’d be way too much cleaning up after messy men
for me to handle J
I’ll take 2. One blonde and buff, the other dark and dangerous. That’s enough
to have some fun and not lose my mind. :) I would most definitely have my Kindle with a
forever-lasting battery attached. I’d have my notebooks for writing and my
running shoes – it helps with my writing and it’d keep me in shape to keep the
men happy ;-)
Do you have a favourite author? Who is it/are they?
I read all sorts of genres and authors, I can’t claim any
specific favourite. I’m also not going to lie and say I’m some huge fan of
classics – they bore me and put me to sleep. But, the authors that began my
love of reading were Ann M. Martin (Babysitters Club), John Grisham and
Danielle Steel. Books by them were almost always on hand growing up. I can
thank my dad for introducing me to the love of John Grisham.
That's quite a variation in genres with those authors!! ~Amanda~
How did you start your writing career?
I’ve always written. Journals, short stories, poems, song
lyrics for as long as I can remember. When I moved out of my parent’s house
when I left for college, I had a massive Rubbermaid bucket filled with journals
and notebooks. When I wrote my first novel, it was a challenge to myself and
something to cross off my bucket list. I began writing my first novel a couple
of years ago when a story finally came to my mind and then the characters
wouldn’t be quiet. The ideas started coming, I started taking notes, and soon a
book was born.
Which character was the hardest to write and why?
I don’t know! They’re all so difficult in their own way
because I want to make sure who they are, to me, is depicted clearly to the
reader. I can see them so clearly in my mind that penning it down with the same
emotions as I feel them is the hard part. Specifically, I think Olivia from
Point of Return has been my most difficult simply because she’s the strongest.
It was difficult writing the emotions she struggled with because they weren’t
typical for her.
If you write under an alias/Nome de plume, how do you deal with being addressed
by that name?
My pen name is my first and middle name. The Lynn is a bit
strange since I never heard it unless I was in trouble as a child.
How would you classify the genre you write? Why did you
choose that genre?
I write mostly romance. Some are more explicit, some are
more emotional, some are more suspenseful. I didn’t specifically choose romance
when I began writing, but it’s always what I’ve loved reading the most so I
think it was a natural progression. I’m also a huge fan of happily ever afters.
I think everyone’s life has enough struggles and stressors that sometimes it’s
nice to sit down and know that for a few hours, everything is going to end up
being okay.
If you weren’t an author, what would you have ended up doing?
I’m first and foremost a wife and a mom to 4 children who
are 9,7,5 and 3. My primary job will always be taking care of them while
teaching the younger ones at home and shuffling the older ones to all of their
sporting activities. If I wasn’t writing, my house would probably be cleaner
and my to-be-read list would be a lot shorter.
Do you have any rituals/habits when you write?
LOL. Loads of them. I always have Skittles on hand when I
write. I have to have music. The room must be cleaned first. I can’t write at a
desk. I have to have my leg tucked under me and one straight out. I write
sitting on my bed, on my husband’s side.
What would be the weirdest one?
Um…probably the Skittles? I line them up by color of the
rainbow. Any odd numbered ones get eaten first. The others must be eaten in
smallest amount of color to the largest, two at a time. I have no clue why.
It’s just how I’ve always eaten them. A bit of my OCD shining through, I guess.
You're not the only one with a candy sorting thing - R.E. Butler sorts hers too! ~Amanda~
What is on your current and upcoming release schedule?
Point of Return, The Nordic Lords book 1, released on April
22nd. Books 2-4 will release throughout the rest of the year, with Book 2,
Ryker and Faith’s story coming out in mid-July. At this time, I’m also planning
a few spin-off books from some of the minor characters. James’s book, who we
learn about in Ryker and Faith’s story, is also currently being written.
I also recently sold the rights to Remembering Us, an
earlier released New Adult Romance, to Montlake Romance. They will be
re-releasing the book under their imprint later this summer.
Where are your books available?
All of my books, except Remembering Us, are currently
available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and Itunes.
Remembering Us is available on Amazon only.
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Deleted Scene from 'Point of Return'
“You were attacked outside your place last
night, Liv. Did you think I’d leave you here alone?” Shit. She probably did.
Liv had an amazing ability to assume the worst in me and then run four hours
away.
She laid back down on the bed, slowly this
time, and closed her eyes. “My head freaking kills.”
I stood up, walked the short distance to an
area that couldn’t exactly be called a kitchen because it only had two feet of
counter space above the dishwasher and hunted through her three cupboards.
I bit back a laugh when I saw her food
cupboard. All the food and boxes were arranged in sizes, largest to smallest,
and her cans were alphabetized. Only Liv could be OCD about her fucking food.
Finding the pain meds and the coffee, I started a pot and then took Liv a bottle
of water from the fridge and held out some medicine. When I reached the side of
her bed, she opened her good eye, keeping a hand over the other.
“Meds,” I said, moving my hand in front of
her. “Take them.”
She stared at my hand like it could bite
her before she finally took them and the water, taking large swallows of the
water.
“This is all your fault, you know.” She laid
back down and closed her eyes again. My fingers clenched into tight fists at my
side.
“How do you figure?”
She snorted. “Please. I’m back in this town
for a few weeks and I’m attacked. How could it be anything but your fault? Or
the clubs?” I watched her turn her head away from me and her body shivered
slightly. It wasn’t from the cold. It was fear. I’d seen enough people terrified
of me in my short life with the club to read the body signs when I saw them.
“Who did this to you?”
She shrugged a shoulder against her sheets.
“Liv,” I said more sternly. “Who did this
to you?”
“I don’t know. But the man told me my boys
had bit off more than they could chew and I had to tell them they were coming
to collect. Or else he was coming back for me.”
Rage. It boiled inside of me from the
depths of my gut and kept boiling until I thought it was going to bubble over.
I placed my fists on the edge of her bed and leaned over her.
“Tell me,” I clipped harshly. I saw her
flinch and tried to take a deep breath but I couldn’t. Who in the fuck would
threaten Olivia? Anyone who knew shit knew she’d left the club and town years
ago. She wouldn’t know dick about us. “Tell me exactly what he said to you.”
Swear to God, she rolled her eyes at me. I
wanted to snap at her. And then I wanted to finish leaning down, close the
space between us and kiss the ever loving shit out of her. Olivia had been my
first girlfriend. My first kiss. My first time. I had promised her the world
and then in one night, everything went to shit. She had run, I had taken my
place where I needed to take it, and not a single fucking day had gone by where
I wished I could go back and make her listen to me. Let me explain everything I
was doing and why I was doing it.
“I just did, Daemon.”
My name rolled off her tongue sounding as
sweet as it always did. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through my nose.
It wasn’t to calm the anger still pulsing through my veins. It was to remind my
dick to settle the fuck down. Liv in a bed in front of me, inches from me, and
I couldn’t touch her. It was sweetness and torture at the same time.
I nodded and took a few steps back. “Pack a
bag.”
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
“You heard me. Get up, pack a bag. You’re
coming with me.”
Slowly, she sat up. I watched the sheet
fall from her chest. She was in a t-shirt and shorts. I knew that because Doc
had changed her when she was unconscious. I had wanted to bite his fingers off.
But I still watched her chest rise and fall while she took long, slow breaths.
She fisted the sheet in her lap for a beat before she threw it back and swung
her legs to the floor.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She
stomped to the kitchen. I watched her favor her left ankle so I closed the
space between us, wrapped my hands around her biceps and picked her up.
“What the fuck?”
“Sit down,” I told her, depositing her onto
a couch that looked like the threads were going to disintegrate at any possible
second. I cringed thinking of the shit place Liv was living in. All because of
her damn pride and fear. “Your ankle hurts, your head is a mess, and you
shouldn’t be walking.” I put my hands on my hips as she glared at me. Bright
brown eyes stared right back at me and I almost grinned. Sexy. Liv was hot in
high school. She had always been cute but once she turned fifteen and started
growing hips and a chest she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Five years
hadn’t changed that one bit. But Liv angry? When she got pissed she was a
wicked goddess. “Now, what do you want?”
“For you to leave and never speak to me
again.”
“From the kitchen,” I bit out.
She sighed and fell back into the couch,
giving in. “Coffee.”
Also when Liv was angry, she could be
annoying as fuck. Stubborn to her bones. She was Bull Masters daughter after
all. He hadn’t become President of the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club by being a
pushover. Clearly he had passed on his stubbornness.
I filled her a cup of coffee, black like
she’d always taken it in the past, and brought it to her. When she took her
first sip, I turned around and adjusted my dick so she didn’t see how turned on
I was by watching her lips wrap around the edge of the hot pink ceramic mug.
Then, in order to keep distracting myself,
I dug a duffel bag out of her small closet and began throwing in her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing you up.” I heard a huff of anger
and grabbed my cell phone from my back pocket and dialed my best friend, Jaden.
“Need my truck,” I said as soon as he answered, which was on the fourth ring.
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Don’t have time for shit, Jaden. I’m at
Liv’s place and I’m packing her up and taking her to mine. I need my truck.”
Silence filled the other end of the line.
“Jaden?”
“I’m here. I think. Am I drunk or still
sleeping?”
I laughed once, and then I caught sight of
Liv’s black eye and felt my rage begin to boil all over again. My eyes narrowed
and I watched her flinch. “I need my truck and I need it in ten. I’ll explain
when you get here.”
“Shit.” He pulled the word out four times
longer than it was.
“Yeah, it is. Be here in ten.” I shut the
phone and slid it back into my pocket before I turned to Liv. She was still
sitting in the same spot, holding her coffee cup with both hands.
“I’m not going to your place.” She blinked
and I saw her flinch in pain from the small movement. I also noticed that she
was sitting strung tight into the couch. Every muscle in her body looked coiled
tight and stiff. Stubborn as hell.
“I know how to take care of myself.”
“You’re the daughter of the President of
the MC and you were attacked last night.”
“I know who I am.” There was a fire in her
when she bit the words out.
“Do you?” I clipped and watched her flinch
at not only my tone, but what I implied. Five years ago, Liv had run. She had
her reasons, but her reasons were shitty ones.
“You can go now.” Her words were just as
tightly clipped as mine. I rolled my shoulders back, releasing tension building
from the stubbornness she was showing me.
“You got a man?” I already knew the answer.
What Liv didn’t know was that we’d had eyes on her as soon as she naively and
innocently stepped back into town. If she had a man, I would have known. If she
had a man worth a shit, she would have called him for help last night instead
of Doc. “Right, then.” I clipped when she didn’t answer. “You don’t have
someone to watch you and you’re gonna need that. I don’t know who said that
shit and shoved you into a cement wall, but I’m guessing they were serious as
hell about coming back for you. And your security in this building is complete
shit. So until we figure out who did this to you and why, you’re coming to my
place or the club. Which is it?”
The space between us was maybe five feet.
The tense silence made it feel like fifty. She didn’t say anything so I turned
around and kept packing.
“Your place,” she finally muttered. It was
quiet and I could tell it wasn’t anything close to what she wanted. I also knew
Liv wouldn’t step back into the club without a miraculous act of God occurring
so the choice I’d given her really wasn’t any choice at all.
