In the Spotlight: Jan Graham
In the Spotlight: Jan Graham
Steve Jax buried his heart, along with his soul mate, two years ago. He had his turn in the game of love, and it didn’t work out, end of story. His new neighbor might stir certain passions within him, but his dark, kinky desires aren’t the sort of thing a sweet, naïve ex-nun should be exposed to. All he has to do is convince the determined little minx of that.
Rhiannon McCabe has never been in love. She’s hidden under a religious veil since she was eighteen. Now everything’s changed. She’s left the church, created a new life, and finally met the only man to ever arouse her sexual nature. Steve might think he doesn’t have the capacity to love her, but she’s determined to convince him otherwise. If love really is a game, then Steve Jax is a prize worth playing for.
How many books do you currently have published? I currently have six books on the market.
Do you have anything in progress right now? I have two works in progress at the moment. I’m working on the next book in the Wylde Shore Series and also writing my first paranormal romance.
What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? My favorite type of hero to write is a dominant, take charge kind of man, my favorite heroine is one that drives my hero mad because she doesn’t believe she needs looking after J
What genre do you prefer to write? I prefer to write romantic suspense. I love adding a bit of mystery to my books and giving readers a few twists and turns along the way. At least half of my books also have BDSM themes in them for added interest and because it suits the style of character I write.
What is the hardest part of writing for you? The hardest part of writing for me is not getting distracted with every day life. It’s easy to get caught up with friends and family demands, social networking etc and neglect getting words on the page each day.
Advice for aspiring and new writers? Don’t give up. If writing is something you love and you want it to be your career then just keep doing it.
Do you use photo’s for visual inspiration when creating your characters, or just your imagination? I just use my imagination. The characters come to me and tell me what they look like. When a book is getting ready for release then I might find images that fit the characters look, to use on blogs and promotion, but initially the character appears in my head first.
Who did you dedicate your first book to? I dedicated my first book to my two best friends who kept encouraging me to write and send of the manuscript to publishers.
How do you come up with inspiration for your books? I’m a bit of a voyeur, I like to watch the world and sometimes that inspires a story. So, for example, I might see or hear about something and that will trigger my imagination. I start to wonder how did that person get to this point? What prompts someone to behave like that? Then I make up a story around those questions.
Are you Male, or Female? I’m Female.
What would we find in your fridge if you were to do an episode of MTV Cribs? Salad vegetables, cheese, eggs, milk, butter and an assortment of condiments and salad dressings. Yep, I know, very boring.
What’s your favorite color? Purple.
What’s your astrological sign? Virgo.
Elevator, Escalator, Stairs? It depends how I feel, I switch between all three.
Coffee, Tea, Soda? Definitely tea, both regular and herbal. I like variety.
Favorite Movie? All the Presidents Men with Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford.
What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now? At the moment I’m listening to Ten. It’s my favorite Pearl Jam album.
Favorite Book? Any of the Black Dagger Brotherhood Series by JR Ward.
Favorite Rainy Day activity? Staying in bed and reading a book.
The Good Stuff:
If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be? Johnny Depp, oh wait, he’s not an item. It would be Johnny Depp carrying a box of condoms.
YUM, I want that too! LOL
What is your guiltiest pleasure? Anything with fresh cream on it.
Thong, Bikini, Full Coverage, Commando? I prefer a boy short style panty which I guess is in between a bikini and full coverage.
Lovemaking, Wham Bam, Kinky Fuckery? Definitely Kinky.
Single and Loving it, Happily Taken? Recently single and getting used to it.
Tall Dark and Handsome or Playful Funny and Sexy? Definitely tall, dark and handsome.
Biker, Musician, Artist, Construction Worker or CEO? Biker, I like the bad boys 🙂
Here’s a spicy excerpt from Playing Jax!
Steve watched Rhia thoughtfully. This was the penguin? Surely not. She was too shapely, too young, and too pretty. Hell, she was too damn sexy to have ever been a nun. He couldn’t decide if the fact he was growing hard under his jeans meant he was destined to go to hell. A smile edged at his lips as Rhia adjusted her top so he couldn’t see her stomach, the downward pull of the shirt revealing tightly budded nipples beneath the fabric. Maybe he wasn’t the only one in this conversation having impure thoughts. His cock pulsed harder as he thought of a befitting punishment for a nun with impure thoughts.
His black, heavy-weighted leather flogger sprang to mind. He imagined her cuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross he kept stored in his garage, him behind her, wielding the first lash of leather tails against her skin.
His cock stiffened and pressed uncomfortably against his tight denims. Steve needed to get his mind under control. If he didn’t, Rhia would be in all sorts of trouble. Besides, he got the distinct impression she was a little uncomfortable being this close to him. She fidgeted with her clothing some more. Maybe she simply felt a little exposed in that snug little PJ set…that damn-fine, hug-her-body-like-a-glove, little PJ set.
Stop it, you Neanderthal, she used to be a nun.
Steve cleared his throat and addressed the issue at hand. Well, one of them. There was nothing he could do about his erection at this moment in time.
“So…did you bring a key out with you, or do you need help to get back inside?” Steve removed his leather jacket and handed it to her. “So you don’t feel as exposed.”
He watched as she took his jacket and quickly shrugged it on, wrapping it firmly around her body. Well that did nothing to ease the throb in his pants. Now she looked even sexier. The jacket completely covered her. The arms were way too long, and the leather kissed against her bare thighs as she tried to adjust the sleeves so her hands were exposed. Jesus, now she looked like she had nothing on, except the jacket. The sound of her voice snapped him back to reality.
“Thank you, Steve, and yes, I do need help to get back in.”
He dipped his hand into his jean pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He could feel her watching him but knew he couldn’t afford to look at her. If he got any harder, he might bust the zip in his pants. Then there’d be no hiding what he felt about her. His beast of lust was trying to break its leash, and he was not going to let that happen. Well, not tonight anyway.
Not any night, you idiot. She’s Meg and Barry’s sister…and she used to be a nun.
He moved to the front door and sensed her step up behind him. He didn’t expect her to be so close when he turned around. Oh, dear God in heaven, she smelt too delicious. Hints of fresh citrus invaded his nostrils, a summer scent that he adored. She looked innocent and sexy at the same time. How could that be, innocently sexy? His cock pulsed. She was nothing like he expected. He nearly groaned at the realization she was going to drive him insane. Living across the road from her would test his control more than it had ever been tested before. She looked up at him curiously as he flicked through the keys. The sweet innocence reflected in her eyes convinced him that she had no idea the effect being this close to her was having on him.
“I helped the owners renovate the interior, and I haven’t given Angel the key back yet.” He unlocked the door, held it ajar and ushered her back inside. When she brushed against him, a jolt of arousal rushed through his body. He was a dead man. Steve made a mental note to return the key to Angel on his way to work in the morning. Despite what his body was telling him, he didn’t need easy access to Rhia or her home.
“Angel must really trust you if she gave you a key to one of her houses.” Steve heard relief in Rhia’s voice. He wasn’t sure if it stemmed from being back inside, or the fact that Angel had given him a key. Whatever the reason, it appeared to calm her. Her expression no longer held a wary edge. “Would you like a coffee, or do you need to go home?”
Steve needed to go home. He needed to leave before he tried to kiss his new neighbor and drag her off to bed.
“Sure, coffee sounds great, black and five.”
You idiot! Talk about being a glutton for punishment.
Oh! I feel for Steve, and I can’t wait to see how this interlude with his penguin turns out!
Pick up your copy of Playing Jax here http://www.bookstrand.com/playing-jax Thank you Jan for stopping by!
As always, Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance~Lori
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