I am a writer and avid reader of romances particularly historical romances. Please join me on my journey through time
Please welcome Jennifer Kacey author of Final Surrender.
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by Jennifer Kacey
Passion and love and longing and loss and kink and friendship and wanting that happy ending. I write what I know and I know what I love.
Would love to be able to write full time at some point but I’m not ready to give up my day job yet. Want to be a USA Today and NYT best seller on every book and have dedicated fans who read my books as I read other authors’ books.
I want to finish my books in the Members Only series, the Surrender series, the Elite Warriors series, the hypno series, and I have a Seven Deadly Sins series I can’t wait to write, as well as a hot wife series. Yeesh!!! I better get done so I can get back to writing!
OMG!!! This one is so hard for me because I don’t write from an inspirational actor/actress. They’re just in my head already. Hmm…for Clay I’m going to say, Burak Ozcivit. He’s a Turkish actor and HOT!!!! Pic included ‘cause you need to see and drool all over his yumminess. For the actress who would play Angela I’m going to say, this girl below who doesn’t have a name. Once I saw her face no one could be a more fabulous Angela. But I have no idea who she is. Anyone know?
After I’d polished my first novel. That didn’t work too well, it’s one of the only books I haven’t published yet because it needs some serious re-writing but I’ve learned so much in the submission process that I’m so thankful for all of my steps to being published. And I didn’t need much encouragement. I knew I’d make a success of this. No other option was on the table!!
I outline like a mother fu**er. Longest outline to date was for Jenna’s Consent which was 50 pages long. I can’t write without an outline. And that’s for a huge novel, short novel or even a novella.
Lots of hobbies. Crocheting, puzzles, movies, going to kink clubs. The kink clubs knowledge sure helps on the Members Only Series.
Something I do in my Bruce Wayne job has to do with security cameras. That absolutely bleeds into my books. Takes me back to writing what I know!!
No. But I have several that shaped me. First romance I absolutely loved was Diana Palmer’s, Lord of the Desert. LOVED that book. And Wicked Pleasure by Lora Leigh. First erotic book, menage, with brothers. Oh so loved that book.
It rips my heart out, shreds it, wads it all back together and then I have to cram it back in my chest to keep going. It had to be this way. Had to be, to fix them both, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. It’s a gut-wrenching moment of complete despair for both of them. Finding each after this moment is worth everything to them.
Don’t watch TV at all so I don’t have one.
Writing a series is awesome! Writing several series at one time can get a bit confusing. Love getting to revisit characters in the same place but slightly remote to what was witnessed on previous and subsequent books. Seeing everything tie together is just as awesome for me as it is to each of you I hope. And I love reading series so that’s what I try to pass along to my readers. Getting to live in the same world as another set of characters and see things fresh from a different vantage point will make you go back to previous books and read them again.
Ten years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.
Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.
It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.
But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.
“You need to show him the park,” Mark commanded, as if somehow reading her mind and finding the one spot she didn’t want to share.
She turned as best she could and shot him her best Go to Hell look.
“What?” he asked with complete ignorance. “He needs to know where you go when you want to be alone. You love that place and you’re there all the time.”
“Yes, and it’s where I go to be alone, Mark.”
“What park?” Clay asked.
Angela opened her mouth to tell him it didn’t matter, when Mark butted right in. “Madison Square Park right off Park Avenue and East 26th Street.”
“Mark, shut up!” Angela barked.
“No, I’m not going to let you sabotage this, Ang. Clay needs to know where you are at all times, so you aren’t going to be able to just flit anywhere by yourself anymore. At least not until we get a handle on this.”
“The only situation I have at the moment is an overbearing brother who doesn’t know when to back off.”
“Yes, you definitely have that,” he admitted with a smirk.
“The fact that you think this is a good thing is really starting to piss me off.” She rolled her shoulders, trying to lessen the tension building again.
After a minute of silence, Clay asked, “So, where do you grocery shop?” Obviously trying to change the subject so he didn’t have to separate the siblings next to him.
“Meat district, west of the island, on 14th Street, straight down from the studio.”
“Food. I’m hungry,” Mark admitted.
“You’re always hungry, Mark. Do you not eat at home?”
On cue his stomach growled and he patted it, as if to quell the rising beast within.
“Where are we now?” Mark asked no one in particular.
“In Midtown on Park Avenue. Why?” Angela wanted to know.
“Meli Melo is right up the next block. Let’s get takeout and we’ll go back to your apartment and eat, so I can crash early and get packed since I’m leaving pretty early tomorrow morning.”
Angela’s heart stopped, not certain why she thought her brother would be staying longer. Obviously he didn’t know she needed a chaperone.
Clay asked, “What is a melli marshmallow anyways?”
Mark threw his head back and laughed as Angela gave a small snort and said, “You are a Texan, huh?”
“Born and branded,” Clay admitted with no humor whatsoever.
“Meli Melo is a restaurant with the best food.”
“That’s what you say about every restaurant in New York.”
“Yeah, but this time it’s true. What about you, Ang, you up for it?”
“That’s fine with me. I’m not really hungry, so just order me something little and you guys get whatever you want.”
“Clay, what about you?” Mark asked, completely pleased he was going to get his way.
“Sure, as long as I don’t have to eat raw fish, back home we call that bait, so other than that, I’m game.”
“Sweet, head over between 29th and 30th on Madison.”
While the cabbie maneuvered through traffic, Angela glanced at the clock and couldn’t see where the time had gone.
Clay had already been there more than five hours.
As they pulled up in front of the restaurant, Mark asked, “You guys coming in?” as they all exited the cab.
Angela paid, before Mark could even get his wallet out then said, “No, just order me a salad and some crepes.”
“Just order me something that’s not rabbit food. I’ll stay with Angela.”
His eyes raked over, but she kept her gaze on the passing traffic, trying not to notice.
“’Kay, see you guys in a few,” Mark agreed as he entered the restaurant, more or less drooling on the patrons trying to leave.
Angela took a deep breath, trying to calm her still racing heart.
Unable to help herself any longer, she stole a glance in Clay’s direction.
He caught her looking and smirked.
Being taunted really wasn’t what she needed, so she turned and faced him head-on. She may have added a little bit more sass to her walk as she sauntered in his direction. Let’s see how he felt if he was put on stage to answer personal questions.
“So when did you get the scar on your cheek, Clay?”
The instant scowl on his face was all she needed to know.
She looked at the ground before glancing back at his gorgeous face. “You don’t have to answer if it’s private.”
“We’re a bit past private at this point, don’t you think, Angela?”
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with several stand alone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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