by Jennifer Probst
I adore my brave, plucky heroine from my novella Catch Me – the first in the Steele Brothers series from Decadent. Tara Denton had to face a lot of demons to get where she is today, and I thought it would be fun to interview her. One of my all time favourite questionnaires is from Inside the Actors Studio.
I’m also giving away a FREE BOOK to a random commenter! Leave me a comment on one of the following questions:
What turns you on??
What turns you off??
Me: What turns you on?
Tara: Strength and kindness in a human being.
Me: What turns you off?
Me: What is your favourite word?
Me: What is your least favourite word?
Me: What sound or noise do you love?
Tara: Birds chirping in the early morning
Me: What sound or noise do you hate?
Tara: The slap of a belt
Me: What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Tara: Elementary school teacher
Me: What profession other than yours would you not want to attempt?
Me: What’s your favourite swear word?
Tara: Crap. That’s a swear word, right?
Me: Yes, that counts. Last question. If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say as you enter the Pearly Gates?
Tara: Please come in. I’ve been expecting you, and saved you a front row seat.
Me: Beautifully done, Tara. It was wonderful to interview you!
Tara: You are so welcome! That was fun!
Here’s an excerpt from Catch Me to whet your appetite!
“Tara Denton?” His question was more of a command.
She had no spit left when she opened her mouth to answer, and managed only a squeak. “Yes.” “Good. I’m Rick Steele.” His green-gold eyes gentled as he pulled back a stool and took a seat. “Don’t you like your drink? I’d be happy to get you another.”
She looked down at her barely touched concoction and shook her head. “This is fine, thank you.” She took a large sip and swallowed, as if proving her point. The sweetness was a bit cloying on her tongue, but the vodka burned hot down her throat. Since she rarely drank, she fought a cough, determined to act cool. The slight curl of his lip told her she’d failed.He signaled the waiter over and ordered a beer. She forced her gaze upward, away from the large fingers inches from her own. Fingers that looked talented. Her cheeks heated at the sudden image of his hands gripping her hips as he thrust inside of her. She took a deep breath and discreetly wiped her damp palms on her skirt. “Well, Mr. Steele—”
“Rick.” Another quirk of amusement curved his lip. “I think we should at least be on a first name basis, don’t you?”
His drawl reminded her of smoke, sex, and sweat. She folded and refolded the cocktail napkin so she didn’t pick her fingers and ruin her new manicure. “Oh, yes, of course. Well, I just wanted to let you know it will be perfectly acceptable if you’d like to cancel. I’m not sure if you saw my photo or read my requirements, but I understand if you decide to leave after our drinks.”
He took a long pull of his beer, then pushed away from the table and studied her with interest. “You don’t like me?”
She sputtered with embarrassment. “God, no! I mean, you seem fine. You’re attractive, and I’m sure you’re experienced. But this is new to me. I just don’t think I’m the type you expected for this, for a….”
“Yes, that’s right.” She nodded again and cleared her throat. “Please don’t feel bad. I appreciate you meeting me.”
One brow shot up. “That’s quite polite of you. But unnecessary.” A wolfish grin transformed his face. A rush of sexual heat squeezed through her blood and settled between her thighs in an ache. “You see, I’m just counting the minutes until I get you into bed.”