18+ "I loved every page of it and found myself thoroughly swept away in the story. I adore books that draw you in and make you feel like a part of their world and this is one book that certainly does that. I lived every emotion...smiled, sobbed, had hot flushes and I think I even stopped breathing at one point! Thank you Tracie for your wonderful books and fantastic writing. More, more, more!!!" - Goodreads
Being married to the dark and dangerous Robert Stone doesn't come without its problems - trust being one of them.
Trusting your average husband means you believe he won't cheat on you. Trusting a man like Robert is accepting that he will kill to protect his family.
Brooke loves her husband - mind, body and soul - she will do whatever is necessary to protect that love.
But what happens when Robert discovers he wants something Brooke can't give him?
This is a story of an extraordinary couple who find the strength to become the people they want to be.
But can they have it all?
MB's INTERVIEW
Thank you, Mrs. Podger
1. What are, in your opinion, the best and the worst features of our days’ romance literature?
A tricky question this one. Love or hate it, Fifty Shades of Grey opened the door for erotic romance to become main stream and that is a wonderful thing. It also opened the door for the romance genre to be flooded with books trying to ‘out-shock’ the next. However, is that really a bad thing? Readers love erotic romance for a multitude of reasons. All fictional books, in my opinion, are an escape from the harsh realities of life. I hope that my readers find my books not only sexy but that they have a strong storyline to them.
2. Many stories stop when their heroes get their first moment of HEA. Why should we torment them after?
Because life isn’t like that. Life is a road of bumps, big and small; of periods of happiness and sadness. I like my books to at least feel ‘real’ and real doesn’t always mean a happy ever after in the traditional sense. There is something in us as humans that likes the ugly cry a book can give us, perhaps it makes whatever struggles we have for real seem not so bad. As an author, I don’t want to give you a sweet story - a boy meets girl, maybe an argument then they fall in love. I want to have you laugh and cry, scream and maybe shout the odd curse word at me or my characters. I want to provoke all your emotions. An author can only do that if they ‘torment’ their characters.
3. What must an author do to keep readers’ interest in a series (in which heroes already had the HEA)?
I know I’m referring to my own books here but let’s take Fallen Angel, Part 1. Robert Stone, a conflicted, dark and dangerous character has never been in love, doesn’t know the meaning of it. He gets his happy ever after by meeting Brooke Stiles. It’s clear by the end of Part 1 this is a couple that are going to make it. So why Part 2? Because there is still a story to tell. There are supporting characters still demanding to be heard. What I hope I have produced is to get the couple established in the very beginning and then let you, the reader, see their struggles and their fights together. See the dynamics of their relationship change as they grow as a couple, to feel their pain when things don’t go to plan because you’ve come to love them and you’re rooting for them. So to answer the question an author must have a storyline that is able to continue, that introduces conflict to test this couple, that introduces new characters and more importantly, leaves the reader wanting more.
4. Are the clichés good or bad in a romance story or the way in which authors use them?
I try very hard not to use clichés, that’s not to say one or two have not snuck in. They form part of our everyday speech whether we realise it or not, therefore, I guess, there is always the risk of adding the odd one no matter how hard an author tries not to. Personally, I think an author that can think up another way of saying something without resulting in a cliché is a talented writer. It’s too easy to write what we know, it’s harder work to think outside the box ;)
5. Underwater photographs, sharks and … romance with alpha males… are these two hobbies of yours influence each other? How?
Bit of a mix isn’t it? Let’s take a look at the shark, the alpha of the ocean, top of the food chain, the ultimate predator. Maybe my love of all that is shark did, subconsciously, influence me in my choice of character. When I set out to write Fallen Angel initially it was just one book. Robert Stone was someone I dreamt about. As mad as it sounds, it was as if he was telling me his story. But I didn’t want your average CEO, especially one in his twenties. I wanted a slightly older character (Robert is 37) and I wanted someone who had led a life that was both exciting and dangerous. I wanted to take the reader into a world perhaps they had only ever seen in a movie. I scuba dive, it’s an amazing sport and takes me to places most people would never visit. I’ve dived on shipwrecks that contain so much history, that contain bombs and ammunition - that’s exciting and potentially dangerous. I get such a buzz from doing that and maybe my character, Brooke, feels that same buzz from being in a situation so very different to everyday life. I get to travel a lot, I’ve been fortunate to visit so many wonderful countries and meet such a diverse group of people. I use my everyday experiences in all my books. So, yes, reading back over this answer, one has probably influenced the other.
EXCERPT
“Home,” Robert said, cutting off Gary’s excuse.
I caught Gary’s eye in the rear view mirror and gave him a sly wink and a smile.
“Don’t mind Robert, he’s being grumpy” I said without thinking.
I saw Gary quickly look towards Robert before starting the car and pulling out into the traffic. A minute later Robert placed his hand around my chin, turning my face towards him. His mouth was millimetres from mine, I could feel his breath on my lips.
“Don’t ever undermine me,” he whispered.
I opened my mouth to speak as Robert sat back in the seat and stared stonily ahead. I snapped my mouth shut and we drove home in silence. I didn’t wait for either Gary or Robert to open the car door, opting to do it myself. As Gary drove the car back down the drive, I turned to him.
“Gary fucking falls asleep while he’s on duty, I don’t like it and you give him a wink and a smile. Then tell him, what was it, don’t mind Robert. That is undermining me, Brooke.” He unlocked the front door and we climbed the stairs to the lounge where he threw his suit jacket over the back of the sofa.
“I’m not undermining you,” I said, totally confused by this change in him.
“You apologised for me snapping at him. He fucked up, he knows it and you apologise.”
He was really angry and now so was I.
“I was embarrassed, I wasn’t apologising on your behalf. It wasn’t the worst offence in the world, Robert.” As soon as the words left my lips I knew I’d said wrong.
He spun around.
“He falls asleep, Brooke. What if someone took that fucking moment to attack you or me? That’s his fucking job, to stay awake and protect you. He nearly got you killed once and now he’s not on the fucking ball,” he shouted.
“Don’t swear at me, Robert. If you think I undermined you, then I’m sorry and I sure as hell don’t like you shouting at me.” My voice rose on every word until I was shouting back.
“I’m not swearing at you, for fucks sake. I’m pissed, big time. How do I keep control of those guys if you do that, because you’re embarrassed?” he spat the word embarrassed. “And to tell him ‘not to mind me’. I’m his fucking boss, he better fucking mind me. He’s not your friend, he’s here to protect you, drive you around, nothing more.”
Robert paced, running his hand through his hair, a sure sign he was really mad. I shouldn’t have said what I did, I realised that, but I was not happy with being sworn or shouted at in that way. Robert’s temper could be turned on as quick as a light switch and I wanted to find a way to flick that switch to off again. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t being a feeble wife whose husband could walk all over them, but I was someone who would rather talk than stand and shout. I took a couple of calming breaths.
“Will you stop pacing and calm down? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I did,” I told him.
“Calm down? You made me look a fucking idiot.”
“You’re acting like one now,” I shouted, all attempt at being reasonable gone.
I stood facing him, he stood facing me, both of us breathing hard. Shit, this was our first argument. We had sniped at each other in the past, I had shouted that day after being shot at, but we had never had a full-blown row. A silence followed. As he stood before me, pumped with his fists clenched and his eyes black, a hard hitting punch of wanting, of arousal hit me square in the stomach. As I took a step towards him, he did the same.
*****
Robert was distant the following morning. We talked, he smiled and joked but it felt a little forced. His kiss as we parted at work was brief, his eyes not quite meeting mine. I was at a loss. For the first time, I didn’t want him to open up about his feelings because I knew how painful it was going to be for both of us. Somehow I got through my day. I had sent him a text asking if he wanted me to pick him something up for lunch, his reply was brief, he would wait until dinner. It felt like he was shutting me out and I was letting him. I wondered whether to skip the gym session with the kids that night. As much as it pained me, I still needed a little more time before I faced Robert and I knew I was letting my anxiety get the better of me.
I sent him a text. “Working late, I’ll skip my training but meet you in the gym later. I love you. XX”
Again, his reply was brief. “Okay.” No kisses, just one word. He wasn’t okay, neither of us were.
I didn’t have to stay late, in fact the work I had done was coming to an end. I would soon be moving on to work on the rentals. I sat for an hour lost in my own thoughts before plucking up the courage to head down to the gym. I didn’t change, I wasn’t up for a training session, I kicked off my heels and opened the door. Robert and Travis were boxing, the kids hanging around the ring and watching. They both looked angry, they were pounding each other as if they were in a real fight. I caught Ted’s eye who was immediately by my side.
“What’s with these two?” he asked.
“Stressed, but I don’t like this especially with the kids here,” I replied, looking at them.
Both had sweat running down their faces and their T-shirts were soaked. “Can you stop them, Ted?”
“I think the kids time is up anyway, might be better to take them home and let those two idiots fight it out.”
Just as Ted finished his sentence, I heard a shout. Travis had said something and Robert had lost it. Ted ran to the ring and climbed under the ropes, I called the kids to me, ushering them to the door. It wasn’t until I turned back to the gym that I realised I had missed one. Gerry was trembling, tears were rolling down his face and his mouth was moving but no sound came out. But then he screamed.
“Stop it. Stop hitting each other.”
I ran to him.
Ted had grabbed Robert’s arm, he was nowhere near strong enough to stop him but both he and Travis must have heard Gerry. They stilled, their breathing ragged. Travis paced, angry.
I scooped Gerry in my arms. “It’s all right darling they’re not fighting for real, just practising their boxing.” I glared at Robert.
Robert whipped off his sodden T-shirt and climbed under the ropes. He pulled the strap of his gloves with his teeth, hooking them between his legs to release his hands. He walked straight to me and without a word, took Gerry from my arms. One hand cradled Gerry’s head to his chest and he walked away, whispering to him. I turned, furious.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I asked Travis. He had the good grace to lower his gaze.
“You two, you’re like fucking animals. You scared that little boy half to death. Whatever shit is going on, sort it out. We made a deal, get in that changing room and ring Caroline before it’s too late, if it isn’t already,” I shouted.
“What do you mean, if it isn’t already?” Travis asked.
“Let this go on any longer and she isn’t going to hang around for you to grow up.”
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Tracie wishes to thank you for giving your time to read her books and hopes you enjoy them as much as she loves writing them. If you would like to know more, please feel free to contact her, she would love to hear from you. She will be signing at Peterborough, York, Birmingham and Aberdeen in 2015, and in the U.S. at some 2016 events; drop in if you can and say hello!
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3 comments:
Thank you for this giveaway <3 :)
Thank you for hosting Tracie's fallen Angel tour.
Thanks for the review, expert and a tour :)
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