Today my guest is Em Petrova, who’s here to talk about her new release, OUTLAWS OF LOVE. To start with, let’s chat with the author:
Welcome Em. It’s great to see you here today. Your heroine in your latest release, Outlaws of Love, experiences a taboo freedom in the book. What would you say is the most liberating part of being a writer?
Great question! For me it’s the ability to express my passions on the page. I’m able to tell my characters’ stories without limiting them by language.
Did you make any exciting discoveries when researching Outlaws of Love?
A ton of research went into this book. I watched dozens of westerns on TV, and Googled hundreds of things, from attire of this time period to when certain words were first used. I actually had a bit of trouble at first because I kept using modern slang, and that was not setting well with my editor!
What was the hardest part of writing the book?
As always, halfway through the plot, I start to question everything I’ve done before and everything I’ve planned to come. I always have at least a day of absolute panic, believing I’ve just wasted my time and the whole story is utter crap. Usually I vent to my writing partner, and the next day, I’m over the hump and ready to pound out the rest of the story.
What is your favourite scene in the book and why?
My favourite scene is when my two heroes trap the heroine in a cave. They not only seduce her, but give in to their urges for each other.
Did you always want to be a writer?
Hmm, do you want the complete list of my occupational dreams? *ahem*
5 years old-ballerina
7 years old- teacher
9 years old- art teacher
12-17 years old- writer
19 years old – artist
31- writer, and I’m sticking with it! Unless of course, the ballet calls and wants me for The Nutcracker!
For you, what makes a hero sexy?
Strong opinions, a dark glare, but a sensitive side he only expresses to his woman.
Are you working on any new projects?
Always! I’m in the middle of the second book in this series (The Hollis Boys). The title is Trail of Lust, and it’s about another member of the Hollis family, Graham, the dark, brooding character from Outlaws of Love.
What are you reading at the moment?
I’m reading several things at once—a pirate story by Eliza Lloyd, as well as submissions from various authors I edit for.
What hobbies do you have away from writing?
What else is there besides writing, reading, or editing? Maybe laundry, if you can call that a hobby? And I play a lot of solitaire when I’m trying to veg my mind.
What makes up your ideal day?
Quiet from dawn till dusk. Okay, so a few bird tweets in there. And me at my computer with a bottomless cup of coffee. Godiva dark chocolate at hand!
Upon traveling west to marry, Annabelle Stephens longed to leave her nickname of Sweetheart Annie and the strict rules of
Until now Xander Hollis wanted one thing—or maybe two—to stop the Southern Gorge Railroad from stealing the homesteaders’ land, and to act on his desires with his partner in crime James. Like Robin Hoods of the old west, he and James embark on a mission to rob from the rich and give to the poor. When he refuses to let go of the woman who could identify him, he finds he’s in true danger. Danger of losing his heart to the heiress of the very railroad corporation he struggles to bring down.
EXCERPT RATED PG-
With a shiver of apprehension, Annabelle sank into the hip bath that was filled with tepid water. She glared at the wooden plank door of her rented room, daring anyone to come through it uninvited. What kind of place was this? She’d heard the West was uncivilized, but had never dreamed that there wouldn’t be locks on the doors. What was she going to do tonight?
She cast a glance around the small, dingy space, hoping to see a piece of furniture substantial enough to stop an intruder but light enough she could shift on her own. Her gaze lighted on the single set of drawers -- tall and as broad as a man. Well, she mused. Not any man. She’d seen her fair share of stout, pasty men on her travels across the country by stagecoach. Knowing she now had the freedom to look at whomever she chose without the intrusive gazes of society on her sent a thrill through her.
Of course, there was the small matter of her escort, a newly married couple who were friends of her father. But they were often too caught up in each other to notice where her gaze landed. Now the
She wished she had thought of the unlocked door before slipping into the bath. She should have moved that chest of drawers first. But the heated depths had called to her. After her dusty travels, she wanted nothing more than to peel off her grungy clothes and enjoy a soak. It wasn’t until she had gotten into the water that the problem occurred to her. After all, she didn’t need a lock to bathe back in
Quickly, she lifted the linen cloth she’d brought all the way from home and began washing. At one time the cloth had been white as a dove and scented with lavender. Now it was stained from the road dust that had caked her skin daily for the past month. But it was the cleanest she had.
She hastily swirled the cloth in the water and ran it over her sticky throat and down her shoulders. Just as she reached the crest of her breasts, the door burst inward.
A shrill scream bubbled up her throat. Before she could let it out, a huge brute of a man stomped across the room and clamped a hand over her mouth. She struggled beneath his steely grip, tasting the salt of his flesh and drowning in the musky scent of male mingled with leather and horses.
She jackknifed into a ball instinctively, curling up like a possum as she tried to hide her soft, womanly parts from this monster’s gaze -- and worse -- his touch.
Again, she opened her mouth to scream.
He leveled his gaze on her, the depths of his eyes speaking to her loud and clear.
If she wasn’t quiet, he’d kill her.
She swallowed the cry, staring over his fingers with horror as he one-handedly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off. The thick cloth hit the floor in a cloud of dust. And then he was stepping into the tub with her, lifting her and plopping her smack dab across his hard thighs to claim her mouth.
Her heart drummed nearly out of her chest. What was he going to do to her? At this point, death seemed a better alternative to being violated by this man. She’d be soiled forever -- and her fiancé wouldn’t accept her.
A squawk escaped her, and her attacker sealed his mouth more securely over hers, cutting off all noise and air.
At that moment, the door burst open again. A whoosh of cool breeze washed over her bare shoulders and back. Help me! Before she could utter a sound, the man restrained her further by slipping his fingers around her throat.
To an outsider, it might have seemed a loving gesture, but any thought of escape fled as his rough fingertip settled over her pulse. His thumb pressed the hollow of her throat. If she dared to move, he could choke the breath from her. Or snap her neck. Judging from the hard muscles beneath her, she knew a flick of his wrist would break her neck.
“Oh! Sorry, madam.” A man gulped a breath of air from the doorway. “I mean no disrespect. I was looking for a criminal.”
The man in the tub with her kept on kissing her like they were alone, angling his head and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth until she was dizzy for air.
~where words mean so much more~
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Em Petrova lives in backwoods
You can learn more about her smutty reads at www.empetrova.com
Thank you for having me!