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Welcome, Elizabeth! Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
Thank you so much for having me today. I’m a fulltime EMT by day and writer of contemporary and paranormal romance by night. I’m also the mom of three crazy kids. I write under the name Elizabeth, but everyone (I mean, everyone) calls me Lisa. So please do!
Okay, Lisa! *winks* Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
TEMPTING THE COWBOY is a romance, of course, but it’s also a story about the courage and vulnerability it takes to start over after you’ve lost everything. Both Cole and Rylan have gone through deep emotional issues and, in their own ways, have hit rock bottom. Rylan comes to Cole’s ranch to work as a housekeeper—a far cry from her former career as a metro police officer. She’s hoping hard, monotonous work will help keep her mind off her pain, but what she finds in the wilds of Montana does so much more than that. Cole is just as unprepared for how Rylan’s changing affects him, and his heart—when he was absolutely sure he was beyond the ability to have feelings for, or trust, a woman again.
Awesome! Which character is your favorite and why?
I love them both, but if I have to choose, I’d say Cole. In many ways, his protective instincts and love for his daughter mirror those of my own father. I completely captured my childhood in the relationship between Cole and his daughter, Birdie.
Awww! As the author, what surprised you about this story?
How easily the entire story came to me. It was like my brain had been waiting to just spit it out! I completed this book, start to finish, in seven weeks—a record for me!
Love when that happens! Congrats! Will there be any sequels or other books in the same series?
Yes! The Paint River Ranch series follows all three Haywood brothers. The second installment, One Night with A Cowboy, is Tucker Haywood’s story and is due to release in January, 2014. The third, currently untitled, follows Levi Haywood after his return to Paint River Ranch, from Iraq as a wounded veteran and will release in April, 2014.
What was the hardest thing for you about writing this story?
Rylan’s loss, and the reason she left Wisconsin for Montana. In many ways, I could connect with her pain.
What are you working on right now?
I’m currently working on a contemporary Native American romance series, for a publishing house that I can’t name just yet. I also have a Firefighter series going on submission. Fingers crossed I can share happy upcoming publishing news, soon.
Ooh, congrats! What happened to the first book you ever wrote?
Would you believe that I still have it? It’s in a file box that I’ve carried around with me since I was sixteen—and it’s full of words that will never, ever see the light of day again.
LOL! Have you incorporated actual events or people from your own life into your books?
Absolutely. I work as an emergency medical technician in my professional life, and that feeds me endless situations, personalities and characters to work with.
I bet it does! Is there a theme or message that runs through your work?
Just that you can always, always expect a happily-ever-after. It might be a hard road to get there, but we’ll get there!
What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
That I grow heirloom squash and pumpkins from 100 year old seeds?? That’s kind of boring, but I get a kick out of it.
I like it! Which romance book or series (or other genre, if you don’t write romance) do you wish you had written?
Anya Bast’s Dark Enchantment, paranormal romance series. Everything about the world and characters is amazing. I just want to be privy to the inside of her brain and roll around on her creativity.
Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?
So far, I’d have to say Tucker Haywood, the hero of the next book in the Paint River Series. You’ll see why. He’s an extra helping of sass and snark mixed with sexy. Love him.
Okay, now, just for fun:
Milk chocolate or dark chocolate? Dark, always!
Salty or sweet? Salty.
Bed or kitchen table? Uh, both??
Beach or mountains? Hands down, mountains.
Give or receive? Give!
(The heroine, Rylan, encounters Cole for the first time, in a bar, where he’s had just a bit too much to drink.)
“What the hell?” Cole turned to fully face her, grumbling something about a man not even being able to get drunk without work interrupting. His snug shirt dipped into the lines of his chest, creating a tempting outline of firm pecs, narrow waist, and tight abdomen. A thick leather belt with a square silver buckle set the tone for the well-worn jeans clinging to his long legs. Rylan hitched an eyebrow. At least there was one good thing about this trip—the hype about cowboys being sexy as hell was true.
More than a little irritated with how her lust was playing tennis with itself, Rylan crossed her arms. “Hell is appropriate, actually. Now down the drink, and give me your keys.” She had one hand on her hip—habit, she supposed, from reaching for cop toys to make jerks like Haywood behave. His eyes fell to her lips again and stayed there.
“You were supposed to take the bus to Greenbrook. Tomorrow.” His tone implied she was an idiot.
“Right, well, sometimes things just don’t work out the way they’re supposed to.” Like life.
His hand cupped the beer glass while he studied her. Rylan stared right back, wishing the butterflies would take a hike. What was this reaction about? Cooped up too long with too little interaction with the outside world, she guessed. Her body was reacting to the first enticing man she’d seen in too damn long. Good thing Cole was her boss so she wouldn’t be tempted to act on her brain’s internal “look at the pretty cowboy” jumping and pointing.
Cole pulled his lower lip between his teeth and narrowed his eyes. “You’re a little ornery.” He reached one hand to her shoulder and flipped a chunk of her hair.
Rylan’s breath ran away as the back of his hand brushed over her collarbone. A shiver raced over her body, warm and sweet. She leaned away from him. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged, a slow smile crossing his face at her reaction. “That’s okay. Ornery is good.”
Her lips parted to sling an insult, but she refrained. No sense in wasting perfectly good angst on a drunk who wouldn’t remember it in five seconds. “I’ll play along. Why is that good?”
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