Today we are hosting the gorgeous Robin Covington and discussing A Night of Southern Comfort.
What inspired “A Night of Southern Comfort?” Did it require a lot of research?
I was inspired in part by my hometown of Danville, VA. I wanted to set a story in a place that had all the best and worst from my memories. It didn’t require lots of research . . . just a walk down memory lane.
But, more – I was inspired by the thought of four guys who have to face going home to the place they couldn’t leave fast enough and what happened to them when they were forced to go back home.
Why Entangled? How has your experience been with them?
I love category romance and I love it and there are only a few publishers who have category lines. I heard about Entangled from some other authors and what I heard was phenomenal so it was a no-brainer to submit to them. My experience has been amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better place for my debut release.
What do you have in store for your reader’s next? Release date?
I just got the greenlight for the sequels to ANoSC and they are tentatively scheduled for Spring, Summer and Fall of 2013! I’m very excited about it. I also have a Christmas novella coming out this holiday season with the Flirt Line of Entangled and a super sexy contemporary is slotted for the summer as well.
When writing, do you have actors in your mind for each character? Have your readers shared with you who they imagine?
Oh yes! I’m a visual person like to have faces to go with the characters. I pin them onto my inspiration board and my pinterest site. It keeps them fresh and “real” in my mind. Joe Mangianello was always Jackson for me and Gwyneth Paltrow was my model for Michaela.
Your blog says that you’re “connoisseur of man candy.” I don’t have a question, I just wanted you to share pics…
LOL! Yes, I have a certain love of all things man-candy-licious. Every Friday on Facebook, I have a “Man War” with fellow authors, Kimberly Kincaid and Avery Flynn – it is great fun! Here are a couple of my favorites . . .
What are you reading now? Do you have to write a certain amount before you indulge in reading?
I just finished my friend Kathy Altman’s “The Other Solder” which was fantastic. I just started “Armed and Dangerous” by Abigail Roux from her m/m series with two of the best characters – Ty and Zane.
Do you have any intention on continuing this story? Perhaps, Lucky gets… Lucky?
Yes! Lucky gets lucky in the book I’m writing right now. And the woman? The little sister of his best friend, Teague. Oooh . . . .
Rapid fire if you’re interested.
Coffee or Tea? Cold, sweet tea
Blondes or Brunettes? Brunette
Lanky or Beefcake? Lanky
Daisies or Roses? Neither . . . diamonds. ; )
Mac or PC? PC
Summer or Winter? Summer!
One night of passion…
Detective Jackson Cantrell never imagined that one night with an irresistible stranger would turn his life upside down. He’s spent years living in the shadows, but Dr. Michaela Roarke awakened a passion inside him he’d buried years ago.
He never expected the woman would turn out to be the governor’s daughter…and his next assignment. The governor blackmails Jackson to secretly watch over Michaela and protect her from a stalker, or kiss his dream job at the FBI good-bye. Swearing to keep things strictly professional, Jackson moves in with Michaela. Too bad his heart can’t keep the same promise.
But when the stalker’s attacks quickly escalate beyond mere photographs to bodily harm, Jackson must race to save Michaela’s life. And he’ll have to figure out how to keep her once she discovers his lie.
Mr. Sex-on-a-Stick took his last shot and accepted the congratulatory thumps on the back from his friends. He didn’t smile in response, just quirked his full, sensual lips and turned to face her head-on with an expression full of hot promise. Catcalls and low whistles from his friends drifted across the crowded bar.
Come on, handsome. Don’t let me strike out at my first real bar pickup.
The breath she didn’t realize she was holding whooshed out as he separated himself from his friends and headed over to her. His movements were precise, controlled, and deliciously predatory. He possessed the confident demeanor of either military or law enforcement. He definitely wasn’t a paper-pushing warlord or a politico. Years of experience trained her to spot those guys a mile away. No, his mask of control was one born of the need for survival, much like hers.
Okay, big boy. You let me peek behind yours and I’ll let you peek behind mine.
He stopped in front of her, his thigh brushing her leg and setting off a series of sparks underneath her skin. His chocolate brown eyes met hers, filled with the assurance of decadent possibilities.
Michaela opened her mouth and shut it again. Now that he was here, she had no idea what to say. What would Angelina do? Channel your inner Jolie.
She cleared her throat. The result was a sultry, sexy voice she didn’t know she possessed.
“May I buy you a drink?”
He glanced at the glass in her hand and nodded.
“A Southern Comfort.” She spoke in the general direction of the bartender, unable to tear herself away from her companion. “Neat.”
He slid onto the stool next her, his leg still against hers and her temperature hovering near the boiling point. He leaned on the bar, creating their own intimate circle as the noise of the busy bar faded into the background. His lips curved into a slight smile.
“Is there something funny?”
“No. Not at all.” His deep voice rumbled in her ear, his warm breath grazed her cheek. “I didn’t take you for the whiskey type.”
“And what type am I?”
He leaned back, examining her ice-blue satin, strapless cocktail dress and matching Manolo Blahnik pumps. She squirmed in her seat as her body responded to the desire pulsing between them.
“Honestly?” He cocked his head. “You strike me as the chardonnay type. A proper drink for a proper lady.”
She laughed. Any other night, his description would have been close to the mark.
“Whiskey’s a drink of control and power.” She took another sip and caught his stare over the rim of her glass.
“I see.” He lifted his glass and downed the contents, then turned his full attention back to her. “So…why are you drinking alone?”
“I’m not drinking alone. Now.” Michaela gestured toward his drink and ordered him another when he nodded.
“Okay, so you’re here…?”
“Celebrating my new life.”
“Aahhh.” He lifted his glass to her in salute. “Let me be the first to say that your ex-husband is an idiot.”
On her fortieth birthday, Robin Covington decided that having a mid-life crisis and finding a boy-toy were far too tacky, so she delved a little deeper into the “bucket list” and pulled out the long-shelved dream of becoming an author. Now, she spends her time writing sizzling romance where the hero and heroine can’t keep their hands off each other.
She doesn’t miss the boy-toy at all.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a guest contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today.
Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).
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