Today I’m pleased to host a cover reveal and guest post of author Samanthya Wyatt’s new novel, Something More.
Hi Rachel. Thanks for having me as a guest. I’m so excited to talk about my dream of being published finally coming true. And not one book, but two.
It’s been a long journey. A few years ago, I sent my story to a published author for her editor to read. I was advised to trash the MS. I did not.
I think when you’re young and new to the business, your insecurities work overtime.
Yet, I knew I could do better. So I took the criticism as constructive. And my determination kept me going.
I took workshops, entered lots of contests, and contacted editors. Hard work, keeping my spirit and turning criticism into drive created the author I am today. The Right One was a Golden Rose finalist. A pitch opportunity with Savvy Authors resulted in a request for a full from Soul Mate Publishing.
Dashing Lords and pirates seemed so romantic, so my first book was written in historical genre. One day my eyes were crossed, and I couldn’t be sure the ideas in my head were the words I’d written on paper. I needed a break. So I had to stop and do something else. For fun, I typed what came to mind. I wrote a scene with two women on a cruise ship, bantering back and forth. I had so much fun and the words seemed to flow. Somehow I ended up writing my first contemporary Something More. Modern day women have more freedom, and my wit seems to come out more with contemporary. I think firemen are hot, so I’ve started a hunky fireman series, Station Eight. Can’t wait to get those published.
Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
The setting is New York. The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge is on my cover. New York is a magnet, exuding power, and encases a very active life style. So I’ve created two strong characters with such a régime. I love my hero, just because hunky men are sexy and dark hair has always been my favorite. However, I love a strong heroine and Carrie is compelling. Her assistant may deserve a book of her own. And her friend is a no-nonsense, anything goes sort of girl. I guess I like all my characters. The trick is not making them all look the same.
Tell us about your process. Do you plot/make outlines for your WIPS (Works in Progress), or are you a total pantser?
I find that I get a lot more accomplished if I just sit at the computer and write. But if I want my story to go somewhere and be a good MS, there has to be GMC. I learned this from many workshops. I learned how to do character sketches, GMC charts, plots—everything one needs to bring a story together. As I write, I make notations on names, color of hair, anything I may need for reference later in my story. It pays off.
Tell us a little about your current release: your inspiration, main characters, setting, etc.
On his way to an important meeting, a light flirtation turns into more than Matthew expects. The alluring beauty does not need his money, and makes it clear she does not need him.
Carrie trusts no man. Until a pair of mischievous eyes melts her defenses, and has her second guessing her convictions.
Infatuation and excitement spark a journey of passion and forbidden emotion where two people must overcome their earlier convictions to find an everlasting love.
What do you do in your spare time?
What spare time? LOL. I keep the road hot. I go to soccer ball games, baseball games, cheer competition, or just babysit the wee ones. Then I have to find time for my writing.
Tell us something eccentric about yourself.
“If you see someone without a smile, give them yours.”
I heard this when I was a child and I have never forgotten it. Every day is a new day, why not greet it with a smile?
I love to make people laugh. My hubby is so silly. And his playfulness has rubbed off on me. Anything can come out of my mouth sometimes, just for fun. I’ll say things that don’t make sense, have people raising their eyebrows, or just busting out with laughter.
I love to do fun things. At my age I still love rollercoasters.
Any final thoughts you’d like your readers to know about you or your books?
I enjoy penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. I invite you to lay the worries of the world off your shoulders and get lost in the pages of a romance, where you embark on a journey with the hero and heroine, become involved in a dream, plunge into a world of fantasy, live an adventure your heart can share.
Please visit my webpage: http://www.samanthyawyatt.com
You can also find me on Facebook, Goodreads, Amazon, and SoulMatePublishing.
Thank you for your interest. Tell your friends.
A determined man, a headstrong woman, and a battle of wills.
Enjoy an excerpt
Matthew just got a jolt to his solar plexus. His eyes darted to her mouth. His breathing slowed at the thought of his tongue sliding across and through those daring, full lips. Why was he even considering the idea?
He’d seen her in the airport. A striking female who had his pulses leaping with excited interest. He was a leg man, and she had killer legs. He thought a light flirtation might be just the thing he needed to recover from a frenzied airport. He’d grabbed a last minute flight, got stuck in coach, and had to survive the aircraft from hell. Screaming, undisciplined children only made matters worse with the headache from an already bad day. When he’d seen her dash for the taxi, he immediately decided to take full advantage of the opportunity.
One of the sexiest women he’d ever seen sat mere inches away. True, her long blond hair might be plastered against her lovely head and shoulders, but heat came off her like an inferno. Her shoulders squared like a warrior preparing for battle. Blue-eyed, bottle-blondes were too available, too anxious to be the next one in his bed. This poised creature was about as far from a Barbie doll as one could be. She didn’t need to flaunt her beauty like other self-centered females. In only a few moments, she’d shown self-assurance and a strength many men lacked.
She had blue eyes the color of the bluest sky on any summer day. They sparked fire, yet generated warmth. Her intense scrutiny gave a good kick to his already skipping pulse. The magnetism pulled him in like a fish on a reel that wanted to be caught. At the same time, her look cautioned—don’t be too sure of yourself, for I may throw you back.
It had been a long while since he’d seriously craved a woman. Matthew boldly studied her profile. His creative mind already imagined the possibilities. A kiss on her round little nose. A lingering caress over her smooth cheeks. A nibble on her stubborn chin. His gaze traveled lower to find the clinging wet material molded to her body exposed every curve and valley of sinful bliss.
Air hissed between his teeth as he recalled her beaded nipples poking the front of her soaked blouse. His blood thickened and so did another part of him. He shifted hoping to give the impression he was uncomfortable from sodden clothes.
A soft rush of air brushed his damp face causing his gaze to focus on hers. He’d been caught staring—again. Long brown lashes fanned out around her spearing gaze. Her eyes brightened. Sensuous lips promising delight curled into an evocative smile, parted as if awaiting his kiss, and then she laughed. The throaty sound sent electric shocks of awareness drumming through his system.
His body responded to her in a way it had not stirred in a long time, and he relished the moment. His thoughts clouded as his pulse surged. He needed to explore why this creature enflamed his senses and fueled his desire. Thank God, she had a sense of humor.
“I believe in being a gentleman, no matter what you may have deemed from my actions earlier.” Matthew reluctantly released her hand. “Please forgive me.”
He remembered his sister’s puppy, and how sad little eyes had secured her devotion. Matthew tried for the most pitiful look he could manage, hoping to warrant Carrie’s empathy. “Am I forgiven?” A delicious smile formed on her mouth wrenching his groin. Her intoxicating scent made him long to lean closer. The idea of tasting those sumptuous lips led to other delightful fantasies.
“What kind of female would I be if I left a poor unfortunate man out in the cold, pouring rain without a care to his distress?”
If she only knew.
“Surely you’re not suggesting the kind of female as those during the bra burning era? The ones who refuse to allow a man a simple act such as opening the door for them. That type of female would lock the door at the butcher shop and dangle the steak in front of a starving man looking in the window.” He leaned toward her. “But certainly not you. You, dear lady, have been most kind.”
“Kind that I didn’t throw you out after you manhandled me into this vehicle?”
Mathew gave his most disarming grin. “You must take into account I’m not responsible for my actions. I’d just survived irrational people and belligerent children. I landed in bedlam instead of an airport. Disorderly people turned into an angry mob. Then I was distracted by a most beautiful woman. How can I be blamed for my quick thinking?”
The twinkle in her eyes warmed his sense of humor. His gaze dropped to her mouth. The instinct to kiss her rose-colored lips made him wonder what she would taste like. Cherries? Sweet caramel? He concentrated on their fullness instead of the words coming from her mouth. Her voice exposed confidence and control. Forcing his gaze from temptation, he met her stare. Her eyes sent the message—I will chew you up and spit you out if I want to.
How often was it he actually met someone sexy who didn’t immediately try to seduce him? How long since he’d met a woman smart and entertaining. Not only had she captured his attention, she’d seized his curiosity. And nothing got his adrenaline flowing faster than a hardy challenge.