Jen: Today we welcome Sheritha Singh to Romancing the Book. Sheritha, will you share a short bio with us?
Sheritha: At twelve I was a really shy and obedient little girl (who had no intentions of giving up writing) so in front of parents I pretended to have forgotten about my dream. Instead, I wrote between Math, Biology and Physics – my least favorite subjects, managed to pass my final papers and eventually found a job and obtained my degree part – time. But I never let go off my dream to publish my precious stories. I had my first break in 2011 when I won a writing contest and was published by Penguin South Africa. I wrote an African version of Cinderella.
I’m currently studying towards a Master’s Degree in Business Management and write between my day job and working on my thesis. Apart from writing I also love food, reading and romantic Hindi movies.
Now that I’ve achieved my dream of being successfully published I’ve moved onto the next item on my bucket list – meet and marry the ultimate book boyfriend. If anyone’s working on a scientific experiment that can make book boyfriends materialize please tweet me or inbox me.
I love hearing from fans. Please tweet me @Shersingzn or stop by my Facebook page for the latest updates and release info.
Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Sheritha: Moving In is a New Adult novella set on the east coast of South Africa. The idea sprang to mind while I was working on another full length New Adult novel. I self published the first version of Moving In and had a good response for a debut author. Shortly thereafter I signed with Lycaon Press for a Young Adult Novel. I pulled Moving In off Amazon and submitted to my fabulous editor. It was initially rejected but I used my editor’s suggestions and resubmitted the novella.
Moving In by Breathless Press author releases 2nd May 2014.
Lace Higgins had no idea her blog post on South Africa’s former wild child, Dean St. James, would result in him being kicked out of his parents’ apartment—and land him on her doorstep.
Dean St. James can’t believe a single blog post ruined his comfortable life. He’s forced to look for another place when his parents kick him out of their apartment. In a moment of total insanity, Dean confronts the writer of the damaging blog post and is surprised when she offers him a place. Dean needs balls of steel if he’s going to live with the sexy writer, especially since she has a penchant for a silk robe that falls open and flashes him the sexiest body he’s ever seen.
Lace decides she has to make up for Dean’s sudden predicament and invites him to move in with her—she could use the rent. She doesn’t expect Dean to be as sexy as he is. But with his habit of walking around shirtless and his swoon-worthy body she suddenly needs to get a grip on her hormones. Losing her virginity to Dean becomes Lace’s top priority if she can win Dean’s trust and show him he means just as much to her minus his parents’ wealth.
Jen: What what age did you discover writing? Tell us your call story.
Sheritha: 12. I decided one day I wanted to write and just started writing, My Mom discouraged me from writing throughout high school but I managed to find a balance eventually.
Jen: Are you a plotter or pantser?
Sheritha: Both. I plot the outline and then morph into a pantser.
Jen: Describe your writing in 3 words.
Sheritha: Fun, sexy, romantic.
Jen: Is there a genre you’d like to write?
Sheritha: Science fiction and dystopian.
Jen: Is there one you’ll probably stay away from?
Sheritha: Erotica with BDSM. It’s not my calling. Lol.
Jen: What do you do in your free time?
Sheritha: Shop, read, watch Hindi movies.
Jen: What’s next for you?
Sheritha: Book #2 in the Moving Series.
Before we get to the contest, I’d like to share a short excerpt from Moving In:
It can’t be. I blink before pushing my hair off my face and take a closer look. There’s a hunk on my doorstep. Maybe I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in an alternate reality. Shit, he’s gorgeous. His sun-kissed golden skin is flawless. He takes a long, sweeping look at me before he places one muscled arm on his slim hip and poses like a book boyfriend in my doorway.
An ice draft chills me. Crap. I pull the ends of my robe together to prevent another peep show and try to figure out who he is. And I had to flash him. Thank God, I’ve waxed. My face heats up all over again. I’ll bet he loved my little impromptu show. I wish his presence didn’t make my insides tingle or dry up my mouth. I’ve never had a guy look at me appreciatively or light up wildfires in remote places I never knew existed inside me with a single glance. And those eyes…Jesus… His eyes remind me of liquid fire.
My blood hums before the pit of my tummy trembles and spreads through my veins quicker than liquid lava. I’m wet in seconds, and I have to clamp my legs together just in case any telltale juices leak down my legs. Alison’s right. I need to have sex before I go totally crazy and start dry humping guys. I don’t think this sex only after marriage thing is going to work for me much longer. Heck, I must be the oldest virgin on the planet.
“Where is she?” His voice cuts through my dazed thoughts.
What does he want with me?
A gazillion possibilities race through my head. What if he’s a stalker? I’ve had a few crazies send me creepy messages via my social media accounts. None have had the guts to show up on my doorstep… Besides Mr. Book Boyfriend doesn’t look at all crazy. He seems to be as furious as hell, though.
“I don’t know any Lace.”