Thanks so much for having me here! You better get a coffee – my life story might put you to sleep! I’m a stay-at-home grandmom. (Empty nest? What’s that? Lol) My two grandboys, now 5 and 3, came to live with us two and a half years ago. Total chaos ensued, and I’m loving it. Though many days, I need a few extra cups of coffee myself to keep up with them! Nights and weekends, I squeeze in writing time.
Tamara: *sipping slowly* What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?
Hot black tea keeps me going (though as noted below, I tend to switch to coffee at some point). Other than that, if hubby didn’t poke his head in and ask if I wanted lunch, I might not get any other sustenance, lol.
Beverly: *handing cup to Cate* We always have the brew handy! When did you start to write and who influenced you?
Geez. Eons ago. Early influences included Ray Bradbury, H.P. Lovecraft (I know, why am I not writing scifi?) and I couldn’t get enough of Tolkien. I still have those copies of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit from when I was 13. (Yes, they’re antiques now!)
Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?
Excellent question. To me, a hero is selfless and doesn’t hesitate to throw himself into a situation to save another, regardless of personal risk. In relationships, he’s giving and kind, but strong enough to know his mind and challenge the heroine to be better.
Beverly: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?
Oh I’m so terrible at choosing favorites! I have a favorite type of character – flawed, damaged, who doesn’t think him/herself worthy of redemption so it’s all the sweeter when they find it. Quite a few of my books have such characters – most recently, Bruno in Cursed, Charmed and Claimed (The Vitruvian Man series), Death in Death Is A Bitch, and the heroine in Dead to Rights are some.
Every story brings me characters in a different way. Some, I have a strong sense about them immediately. Others, I have to dig deeper. For all, I sketch out a background history, their family and friends, their personality traits – anything that will help me to know them, what motivates them, so that I can write from their POV as if I were them.
Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?
Suspense isn’t my usual thing, so when a scene calls for it, I do have some difficulty. I’ve been told my dialogue’s realistic, and so far, no complaints about sex scenes (yay!).
Beverly: What is your favorite scene in your favorite book?
In another author’s book, it might be the scene in Practical Magic when witch Sally Owens realizes the guy she’s falling for (who happens to be the sheriff who’s come to solve the murder of her sister’s boyfriend) has all the attributes she wished for in her perfect man, and then has to decide whether she has fallen under her own magic, or if she really loves him.
I love all my books, so it’s harder to choose just one scene. In Betting It All, I fell in love with Mac all over again when he stood on the California shore and realized an earthquake was destroying San Francisco – his sole thought was to find Norah and rescue her. My kind of hero!
Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend/girlfriend”? From what book? Author?
He’s not exactly a book boyfriend, but Dean Koontz’ Odd Thomas is brilliant. He’s an ordinary guy (or so he thinks) constantly confronted with dangerous, terrifying situations but he never hesitates to do what’s right.
Beverly: What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? Or would like to? What? We are all about the love!
There’s a scene in one of my books that isn’t um, fiction, lol. It involves the hero and heroine on a motorcycle. Yeah, when hubby and I were much younger!
Tamara: *high fives Cate* What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?
I love intelligent, feisty heroines. If they kick ass for a good reason, great.
Beverly: What was your worst date ever?
Oh, easy! When I was a teenager, my friends set me up with a guy. Without telling me. I was surprised and flustered, and we were both too nervous to say much. I never saw him again, poor guy.
Tamara: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want to have with you? (You have food, water, shelter, all the necessities, so nothing mundane)
A solar-powered smart phone so I can read, stream Pandora tunes and talk to my loved ones. A solar-powered laptop with satellite Internet so I can write. And a lifetime supply of bug repellant is essential – I might as well have “All You Can Eat Bug Buffet” stamped on me. They can’t get enough.
Beverly: LOL! What is your “guilty pleasure”?
These days, sleep feels like one, lol.
Tamara: I hear you there! What dream or goals have you yet to realize?
The USA Today/NY Times bestseller thing’s still on the bucket list.
Beverly: What was your most embarrassing moment or the craziest thing you’ve done? C’mon dish!
Hard to say. Maybe marrying my hubby after only knowing him for six months? I wouldn’t recommend it, but it did work out for us. We’ll celebrate our 36th anniversary this November.
Tamara: Congratulations! My DH and I hit 30 and Bev and Ed ate closing in on 25. If you were a color what would you be and why?
Blue – I love every shade, from baby blue to indigo. I find it calming (something I’ve learned to treasure these past few years, lol)
Beverly: How do you know you’re in love?
That floaty, tingly feeling that goes along with not being able to stop thinking about him, missing him.
Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so we have to ask. Who loves you?
My family and friends. Hopefully readers. 🙂
Now for some quick fun questions:
Boxers or briefs? Commando! 🙂
Coffee or Tea? Both. I start out with tea and then switch to coffee.
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? I should say blond and buff because it describes my hubby, but more often I’m attracted to the TDH type. Guess it depends on the package deal!
Hairy chest or smooth? I do like hubby’s hairy chest.
Chocolate or Vanilla? Mocha. 🙂
Kinky or Sweet? I lean more toward sweet but am not opposed to kink.
Fast or slow? Both have their upsides, lol
Public or private? Private
Top or bottom? I am all about the variety, lol
Norah Hawkins wants a new life as far from her old one as possible, but where can she ever find that chance? When a letter arrives promising her the deed to property in San Francisco, Norah packs her bags and flees the broken shards of her troubled past.
With its anything-goes atmosphere, 1906 San Francisco suits Irishman Gerard MacKenzie just fine. He loves tending bar in Norah’s saloon, and verbally sparring with the shrewd businesswoman for more privileges and work. Her beauty, wit and sass make his blood boil with need.
But disaster looms over their promising new lives when a terrible earthquake buries their dreams and threatens to shatter their future. Norah and Mac must rebuild their lives from the ruins and they’ll need each other more than ever, but can their ties to each other save them or tear them apart?
No one should live a life filled with regret. Once a successful wedding photographer, Genevieve Fuller’s life changed the day her ex-boyfriend wed someone else. Heartbroken for decades, she realizes too late who she truly loved and makes one desperate call to Madame Evangeline.
She risks everything to right the wrongs of her past, which she hopes will heal her broken heart. Can Gen alter the course of her own future to include the Cinderella happy ending she should have had the first time?
1 Night Stand
What Readers are saying:
“The Notebook meets Back To The Future. An unforgettable 1NS love story. Don’t miss it! ” –JoAnne Kenrick
“It’s a sweet, sexy tale of a second chance at love with the one person that was right in front of you all those years ago and you were too blinded by science to realize it. ” – Amazon reviewer
Enjoy the following excerpt for Cinderella Dreams:
A deep voice behind Ray said, “Hey, Gen.”
Matt. The next wave of emotion sent me reeling. I might have drowned in that wave, but the sight of him riveted me. The best man, taller than the groom by two inches. Slimmer by a few inches, too. His hazel eyes sparkled, and angels might have sung as he aimed his dazzling smile at me. I had to remind myself to breathe.
“Hey, you’re back.” Oh, witty greeting. Way to state the obvious. Better than gushing how wonderful it was to see him, how much I’d missed him and feared he’d never return. Now there he stood, hotter than Bon Jovi, and me his rabid fan.
Something nagged at me; I’d meant to tell him…what? All I could do was stand and stare more pathetic than a teenage girl high on her first hormone rush. What the hell had come over me today?
Matt locked his gaze on me. “Good to see you.” A throw-away phrase people tossed out to make conversation, but he said it with such feeling, the emotions reverberated through me. My hand went to my stomach, now performing Olympian gymnastics to rival Mary Lou Retton’s floor routine.
“You, too. So good.” Wow, I couldn’t believe I said it out loud, but I meant it. Matt had moved away a year earlier. When Ray broke up with me, it had been a double tragedy. Matt and I were buds, though we indulged in occasional flirtations. Harmless, mostly. Except for the night we split a six pack waiting for Ray to show up, and we shared something better—a kiss. One incredible, mind-blowing kiss, the kind that starts off slow and builds to the intensity of a hurricane. It turned my world upside down, but I begged him not to say a word to Ray. Then Matt was gone, and soon after, Ray dropped the breakup bomb on me.
Ray grabbed his sleeve. “We need to get in place. It’s almost time.”
“Calm down,” Matt told him, shooting me a glance as they stepped up on the altar. A worried look that said he wanted to be sure I was okay.
It sent a tingle through my nerves, but the blare of the organ playing the “Wedding March” erased it. Time to get to work, but I couldn’t shake the euphoria since Matt arrived.
Taking a deep breath, I pointed my camera at the six guys lined up, waiting for their pretty maids all in a row. Except Matt, who still watched me with a gaze so focused, it seemed to reach right through the telephoto lens. Without thinking, I clicked the shutter, a picture I’d keep for myself. Not that I’d need it. Already, his image had seared into my memory.
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
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