Please make welcome the lovely Donna Simonetta to my blog today! I’m delighted that Donna could be here. She’s also a fellow Wild Rose Press “sister” author! We’re celebrating her brand new release, Angels Fly! This is one I’ve already added to my tbr list.
I’m serving Mimosas, fruit punch, and cranberry orange bread in the tavern today.
Grab your preference, get comfy, and let’s meet Donna…
MM: Thanks so much for visiting the tavern today, Donna. And congratulations on your new book! Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
DS: By nature, I am definitely a morning writer! The real world doesn’t always let it happen, but it’s when I prefer to write. In that period of time when I’m waking up–drowsy, half-awake, half-asleep–a lot of knotty plotting issues come unraveled for me. I love it when I can get up, pour a cup of coffee, and get my now-clear ideas down on paper. Yes. Paper. I’m old-school, and I love to write my first draft out longhand. For me, it just flows better on ink to paper.
MM: I totally understand the paper, Donna. I keep a leather journal for each of my stories. Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?
DS: My current work-in-progress is feeling a little abandoned as Angels Fly is being released. I, somewhat naively, didn’t realize how much of a writer’s time is spent on promotion. I have also just signed a contract for my second novel with the Wild Rose Press, and I expect to hear from my editor this week with revisions that will require my immediate attention. All of which is necessary work, but I love my WIP and cannot wait to get back to it! It’s a ghost story, set in Richmond, Virginia. My stories normally have some humor in them and a lot of heart, but this time I’m trying to weave in the sort of gothic romance that I loved to read when I was growing up. I’ve left my hero/heroine at a particularly scary point in the story, and I really need to rescue them and get them back to little romance fun! Maybe after our interview I can get them away from the angry spirit.
MM: You’ve sold me on the word, “ghost,” and I can hardly wait for this story! What inspires you when you’re writing?
DS: It’s hard to say what inspires me, as lots of different things can do the trick. Sometimes, an incident from my past might be the jumping off point for a story. Or it could be a snippet of a conversation that I overhear when I’m out that makes me wonder…hmm…what’s that all about, and then spin my own yarn about what’s happening. I’ve always had a really vivid imagination, and the ability to lose myself in a Walter Mitty-esque fantasy world. Thank goodness, I’ve finally found a career where those traits are assets and not liabilities!
MM: We, writers, constantly live in a world with so many stories stuffed inside our minds, so I was thrilled to find out I wasn’t alone. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
DS: I don’t actually work at a desk. I like to sit in a comfy chair, with my notebooks or laptop on a tray-like device that rests on the arms of the chair. I have a basket that holds all the papers related to my WIP on the floor by me, and a table next to me with all my necessary items. My husband calls it my ‘Command Center’. I guess my favorite item at my Command Center would be a pink owl-shaped eraser. I have to confess–I’m an owl nut, and have all sorts of owl-themed things around my house! I also have a certain type of pen I like to use when I’m writing, so it probably is a contender for favorite item. I like gel ink, in pretty colors. For the record, my current pen is purple.
MM: Wow! I’m smiling at your “Command Center” and wished we had a picture. Love owls, too. 😉 Now for the fun questions. Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer? There’s a place for both! On a hot, summer’s day at a cookout, there’s nothing like a frosty beer. But I do love champagne – it’s so festive! And I prefer the old-fashioned champagne saucer to a flute-style glass. I’ve been happy to notice that the saucer style seems to be having a resurgence of late!
Southern drawl or Scottish burr? As my husband is a native Virginian, I have to go with Southern drawl. There’s a sort of slow, smooth, honey to it that can make a girl go weak in the knees.
Kilt or Leather pants? Definitely kilt. Only a very limited number of men can carry off wearing leather pants, and I do have to say about those who can–yum! But every man looks dashing in a kilt. Plus, there’s the added benefit of the intrigue of pondering that eternal question–what is he wearing underneath his kilt?
Print book or e-reader? I read both. More so, my e-reader, but I love books in any form. My husband and I are both avid readers, and our home is overflowing with print books. The e-reader is a savior for me in that regard. Without it, we would have either had to move to a bigger house, or you’d be seeing us on the next episode of Hoarders!
I so enjoyed our visit, Donna! Wishing you all the best with Angels Fly! Now here’s sneak peak…
Two years after her husband’s death, Kelly believes her romantic life is done. Until she reconnects with her girlhood crush on social media, and as fate would have it, he lives across the street. James is over the whole true-love thing. His grasping ex-wife tore that belief out of him, when she left him for a rich, old man. Then he finds out his first love moved to San Diego too, and their attraction burns as hot as ever.
What they don’t know is that Fate didn’t bring them together, the Guardian Angel Corps did, led by two unlikely Cupids, Kelly’s late husband and Zane, a rough and tumble, 19th century cowboy. When a Fallen Angel decides to tear Kelly and James apart, cherubs and harps aren’t going to cut it, and Zane’s unique skills might be just what they need to get a second chance at their first love.
James held Kelly’s hand as he walked her to her apartment building from his car. While they were still in shadows, before they reached the bright light of the entrance, James stopped and turned to face Kelly. He cupped her face in one of his big, rough hands and rested the other lightly on her waist. He traced her cheekbone with a feather light touch of his thumb, and Kelly couldn’t help but turn her face into his hand like a kitten. She did manage to stop herself before she purred, and was pretty darned proud of that achievement.
She felt his hand at her waist tighten, and he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers. When he spoke his voice was low and gruff with emotion.
“Tell me to leave right now, Kel, or all my good intentions to go slow this time are flying out the window, and I’m going to ask you to invite me up to your condo.”
Kelly’s voice was quiet. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
He left his forehead resting against hers, but rubbed his head slowly back and forth. “I know. I should just go, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”
Kelly swallowed, and extended an olive branch, since she wasn’t ready to call it a night yet either. “I think I’m ready for a kiss, though.”
He lifted his head away from hers, and the happiness and blatant hope in his voice made her smile. “Yeah? Really?”
“Yeah,” she replied and stood on the tips of her canvas deck shoes to bring her mouth closer to his.
James bent his head and pressed his lips gently to hers.
Her heart pounded and her blood heated in her veins. It had been such a long time since a man had kissed her—and this was James Flynn. Her first love. She snaked her arms up around his neck and pressed her body closer to his.
Oh boy, he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to go back to her place. In this position she could feel the infamous Three H’s in evidence against her belly. This time, though, it didn’t make her want to run away from him. She wanted to grab his hand and drag him upstairs to have her wicked way with him.
James moved his hips sinuously and ground the Three H’s against her body. She loved the way he felt against her, so hard where she was soft. He deepened the kiss, and Kelly responded with enthusiasm, almost oblivious to the fact they were making out on a street corner like teenagers. She remained aware of their location, but as long as his warm, velvety tongue continued to mimic what she wanted the Three H’s to do a little lower on her body, she didn’t think she could bring herself to stop even if they were on the infield at PETCO Park.
He pulled away from her, but his breath was still a little ragged when he asked, “Can I see you tomorrow?”
Kelly slowly opened her eyes and blinked them in an owlish manner. What had she been about to do? Gah! One kiss from this man and she was acting like a hormonal teenager. She was grateful for his phenomenal display of self-control, because she was one step away from acting on her earlier impulse to drag him upstairs, and she wasn’t ready to take their relationship to that level yet.
If just one kiss in public had her feeling like this, it was not wise to go anywhere in private with James. Okay, in her defense it was a rock-em sock-em kind of kiss, but still. Acting like some kind of harlot wasn’t the way to be true to Michael’s memory.
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After years working in the business world, my love of reading led me to get my MLS, and I currently work part-time in a school library, a job that allows me lots of time to explore my other love – writing romance! I live in Maryland, with my husband, who is my real-life romance hero. We both enjoy traveling to visit our far-flung family and friends, and spending time on the beach with an umbrella drink and a good book.