Monday, August 29, 2011

Cindy Spencer Pape Interview and give away!

I’ll give away one free copy to a random commenter

Ever agree to do something and totally blank on it? Well, that’s what happened with this blog. I just totally spaced out. Started it a handful of times but was always interrupted or forgot or…something. Which is sad, because I was really excited to be asked.

One of the weirdest part about writing as a career is the timing. There are several key points. You have to start the book. You have to finish it. You have to submit it and hopefully contract it. (Those last few aren’t always in the same order.) You have to revise and edit and polish and edit again. Then when it finally comes out, sometimes a couple years after you started writing the book, you have to promote like a crazy person. Update the website, blog, Twitter, Facebook, and everything else you can think of.

When you write multiple genres for multiple publishers it gets even crazier. Here’s a little of what I was doing last week, just so you know where my head was at:

1)      Finishing Motor City Mage (due out in March from Carina Press)
2)      Attending Critique group and RWA chapter meetings
3)      Working on a proposal for a new steampunk book
4)      Contracting a finished contemporary western romance Wrong Side of Town with Resplendence Publishing
5)      Lining up this week’s promotion for the launch of Motor City Wolf (today) from Carina Press
6)      Gearing up for edits on All Hallow’s Evie, out for Halloween from Ellora’s Cave
7)      Communicating with my agent on another paranormal that’s out on submission
8)      Normal real-life stuff like making sure my college-age sons each have a suit and dress shirt that fits for a family wedding this weekend, and all they need for their college classes which started Friday and dealing with a dog in the early stages of canine dementia and another young one who wants to play ALL the time

Whew! So if I’m a little (or a lot) nuts, now you know why.

Anyway, on that note, here’s a little bit about Motor City Wolf, out today from Carina Press:
Less than a year ago, Fianna Meadows was a pampered noble in the Faerie court. Then she was exiled, turned mortal and forced to work for a living—in a werewolf bar in Detroit, no less! Still, Fianna has to admit her new life isn't so bad...particularly when it comes to Greg Novak, the bar's sexy owner.
For Greg, keeping his hands off Fianna has been a challenge. But his sense of honor won't let him get involved with a woman put in his care, even if Fianna is eager to explore her new feelings of lust. Resisting the temptation to claim her gets even harder when Greg's grandfather, the region's Alpha, orders him to marry and Fianna agrees to pretend to be his chosen mate.
Fighting his attraction to Fianna isn't Greg's only problem. Someone is killing werewolves and attacking other paranormal beings in Detroit. He vows to do whatever it takes protect both his pack and Fianna—even if that means giving her up...

“Are you okay?” He lifted her arm and pushed up the sleeve of the silvery-gray sweater she’d changed into. This close, he could smell the blood on her arm as well as the smoke in her hair and his gut clenched. She’d been in danger because of him. Without thinking, he tugged her even closer.

“I am fine. It’s only a scratch. What about you? I saw those flames hit you right in the face?” She reached up and touched his now-healed cheek and throat.

“Werewolves regenerate quickly,” he reminded her. “I’m good as new.” He wasn’t sure why he gathered her close to his chest and held her there. It felt like the right thing to do. For the moment, his need to hold her overrode his conscience.

Fee must have agreed. She looped her arms around his waist and held on as well, snuggling her face into his chest.

“Will you be okay going with Lana to George and Jase’s?” His voice sounded husky and thick. The full moon. He needed that run, and he needed it badly, or he’d never be able to keep his control around Fee.

“That will be fine, but what about you? Aren’t you going with us?”

“I’ve got some stuff to do. I’ll catch up with you there later.”

She looked up at him and the thick golden lashes framing her aquamarine eyes glinted. Tears? “I’m so sorry about your club. Will you be able to repair the damages?”

“Easily enough.” He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on her tiny, upturned nose. “Mostly it will be cleaning up.” She blinked rapidly at that tiny kiss, licked her lips and moved closer. Damn, she ought to be pushing him away. “Get some sleep. We’ll be mopping and hauling garbage all day tomorrow.”

“I will be ready.” Three months ago she’d never even swept a floor. Now she was gamely jumping into wet, smelly manual labor. His Faerie princess had come a long way. He was prouder of her than he should probably admit.

He knew he shouldn’t kiss her. Not now, when his emotions were riding as high as his lupine hormones. But she was safe and in his arms and soft and smiling. He moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to move. She didn’t back away, but came up on her tiptoes to meet him.

Oh, damn. Kissing Fee was like holding lightning in his hand. She barely seemed to know what she was doing, but she tasted sweet and her enthusiasm made up for any lack of technique. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she opened her lips. He delved inside, desperate for a taste of her. Holding her waist with one arm, he tangled his other hand in her long, silky hair, unbound and damp from the sprinkler.

Every instinct urged him to take her, mark her, claim her. He kept his eyes open during the kiss. She intrigued all his senses and he didn’t want to miss anything. A rosy flush tinted her cheeks and her eyelids had fluttered shut. Her slender body pressed into his and he felt every sinuous curve. Her ragged moans were music to his ears. Even over the smoke that clung to her skin, she smelled of vanilla soap and femininity. He could also scent her arousal, which only ramped up his own.

How long they stood there, lips fused, hearts pounding in tandem, he didn’t know. He’d tuned out the rest of the world and started to slide his hand up under Fee’s sweater when something—someone—shook his shoulder, hard.

“Greg, snap out of it. We need to leave the building now.”


Cindy Spencer Pape said...

Tina, thanks so much for having me here!

Cathy in AK said...

You are one busy lady, Cindy!

Excellent story! I love fish..I mean fae...out of water stories : )


Kenzie Michaels said...

Whew! I'm tired just reading what you did last week!

Seriously, keep writing and I'll keep reading. I need to catch up on your backlist.

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

Kenzie, I suspect your week was just as busy, if you break it down. Thanks so much for all your support!

Anonymous said...

Happy release day, Cindy. I am loving this series and can't wait to read Greg and Fi's story.

cathy m
caity_mack at yahoo dot com

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

Thanks, Cathy!

msmjb65 said...

Hello again! I'm starting to feel like a stalker. Also trying to increase my odds on winning this book! And congrats again.
msmjb65 AT gmail DOT com

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

LOL, Mara! Go for it.

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

And the winner is Kenzie!
Thanks to Tina for hosting me and to everyone who stopped by!