MP-Do you think that fate will continue to put you in the path of who you should be with?
VA-Interesting question. I am with the man I should be with. Been married for thirty years this fall. Fate may have gotten us together but hard work and love has kept us together.
MP-Since Julie gets to slap Robert…who of all your characters have you wanted to slap?
VA-Never wanted to slap a character – too much out of my character – but scold one – that would be Heather. My WIP – Dancing in Circles – is the prequel to Circles Interlocked and in that story, Heather decides to seduce Robert and steal him from Julie.
MP-What’s your favorite genre to read? Write?
VA-I love mystery stories. I can’t write that genre though. I tried. It sounded horrible and the clues were so obvious. My favourite genre to write is contemporary romances for the 17 to 22 age group.
MP-What’s your favorite type of hero?
VA-I think my character – Robert – would be my favourite type of hero. He is strong in the physical sense but also his personal make up is strong. He tries to do the right thing even though he is in a horrible situation. He's compassionate, noble and loyal to his friends and fiercely protective of the woman he loves.
MP-Do you have any upcoming projects?
VA-I am doing the final edits on Dancing in Circles and am hoping that it will be released later this year. After that, I have a story tumbling around in my head just waiting to be told.
Five years - Julie hadn't seen or thought about him in all that time, and now in the middle of nowhere, he stood on the beach drying off from a swim. Droplets flew as Robert shook his hair. His black mane was shorter than the last time she saw him. The wet ends dripped water on his bare, muscular shoulders. Tricia, an old high school friend once said he had the body of a male stripper - time hadn't changed that.
She stepped back onto the beach path, transfixed by the sight of the one person she hated. Her repulsion and loathing of him ran so deep; she'd repressed all memories of him. She thought he'd loved her, and had taken a chance, opening up her heart and body to him. But, instead of returning her love, he proved himself worthy of the gutter from which he'd crawled.
Her body said run, but her feet refused to move as she watched a long-legged, svelte, golden blonde rise from the beach chair. She trickled her fingers down his rippled stomach. His voice floated across the sand. It was a calming sound, which had brought a smile to her face when he whispered words of love and passion in her ear.
Details she thought she'd long forgotten surged forward. She remembered the way his dark eyes smoldered with anger and his sly, innocent grin. His joyous laughter had made her feel the abandonment of a child frolicking in the year's first snowfall. She stepped backward onto the path, distancing herself from the lovers as the blonde undid the strings on her bathing suit top, and let it fall to the sand. Blog – Victoria's pages of Romance
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