Today I’m featuring Roxanne D. Howard and her story WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES which is in PASSIONATE CRAVINGS, an Erotic Book Sampler.
Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?
I start out in control. I like to outline and know the concrete map of the story, but usually a character will whammy me over the head with a line or two, or a direction I didn’t see them going in. For the most part I like to stay in control, but I think a story doesn’t really take off until a character breaks free and becomes their own entity.
What drew you to the characters in this story?
The concept of two broken people finding each other in a world so busy and distracted. Also, Lark’s journey of self-discovery and ultimate change is something I think many readers can identify with. Life is like the ocean, it comes in waves, and often we find ourselves riding a wave we didn’t expect. In Lark’s case, Niall.
What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?
I am a sucker for the semicolon. I don’t know why. I usually spend a few days after a book is done, going through and modifying my sentences and removing dozens of them.
It’s just cute and I abuse the heck out of it.
Would you share an excerpt?
Lark watched the fat pigeon’s head bobble as he scavenged along the pavement. He cocked his head to the side as she and Maisie Robertson sprinted toward him, spread his wings and flew a few feet away, then continued to forage in peace.
The rising sun spread over Regent’s Park, and Lark pumped her arms for warmth. The brisk wind off the Thames River became more prominent, snuffing out the last vestiges of summer with cooler autumn days. Lark coughed and slowed to a walk. Wisps of hair escaped her ponytail and fell into her eyes. “Hang on. We’ll run again in a minute, Maisie,” she huffed. Yes, it was complete bullshit. They’d totally walk the rest of the way. She had no more umph in her. But it was nice to pretend and give it the old college try.
“No, let’s stop. I’m done in,” Maisie said, panting, her London accent labored from their run. Taller than she, Maisie’s freckled, fawn-colored skin glistened with perspiration. She stretched her arms high above her curly black hair as they slowed their pace.
A few coughs rattled Lark’s chest. She ignored the concern on Maisie’s face as she fished inside her black velour sweat-suit jacket for her cigarette and lighter. She flicked the lighter open and brought the cigarette tip to the flame. She puffed and took a long drag. The butt dangled from her cold fingers with an ashy glow. She did try e-cigs a while back, but the plastic against her lips held no appeal. She paused to admire the neat green hedgerows and rows of blue-marbled crocuses nearby.
A bright blanket of sun lit the dewy grass. Lark blew the smoke out the side of her mouth and grinned as she joined Maisie and walked along the concrete path. “I should have run while you were on holiday, but I wasn’t motivated enough on my own. Watch the sparks fly off my thighs.”
“And mine. I ate way too much over there.” Maisie laughed. “How did the temp do?”
The daft, nineteen-year-old London girl spent more time making updates to her Twitter account and flirting with the FedEx delivery guy than producing any actual work. “Christina wasn’t you,” she said lightly. “I’m glad you’re back, though I’m sure you’d rather be in Goa.”
Maisie scrunched her nose. “Why on earth would I want to lie on a warm, sunny beach and watch hot men walk by when I can stand here and freeze my ass off?”
Lark laughed. “No clue. Were there a lot of cute guys?”
“I didn’t notice, mate. My job on this holiday was to keep the kids in line and yell at Thomas not to wreck his sister’s sand castles.”
“Did it work?”
“No. He’s in a terrorize-his-sister phase. He wrecked them anyway. And time out at the hotel room isn’t much of a punishment.” Maisie chuckled. “Bless his naughty little heart. But enough about my demonic children. What’s new here?”
Lark licked her lips against the cool air. “I had another dream last night.”
“Yeah.” A shiver which had nothing to do with the autumn wind spread through her.
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Tell us a bit about yourself.
Roxanne D. Howard is one of the authors featured in Passionate Cravings, and the award-winning author of When You Close Your Eyes. She writes sizzling erotic romance with Boroughs Publishing Group and The Wild Rose Press. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and a Columbia College alumni. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she’s not writing, she enjoys spending quality time with her husband, children, and furry companions. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.
Other Books by This Author
With Boroughs Publishing Group:
Flip the Beat
Romancing the Seas #1: The Hotter They Come
Romancing the Seas #2: The Harder They Fall
Romancing the Seas #3: The Longer They Last
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