Today we are excited to welcome Lucy Monroe to Romancing the Book as she celebrated her release of Wild Heat. As her blog tour makes a stop with us, we’ve asked that she share her Top 5 List: “Top 5 writing influences”. But before we get to the list, let’s learn a little more about Lucy.
A USA Today Bestseller, most of Lucy Monroe’s titles have spent multiple weeks on national bestsellers lists, including Neilson Bookscan (in both North America and the UK), Amazon & B&N.com. She is ranked as a top selling contemporary romance author on Amazon.
And now on to Lucy’s Top 5 writing influences:
1. Jayne Ann Krentz in all her incarnations. I don’t have a JAK shelf, I have shelves (both in my physical library of floor to ceiling bookcases and my digital library) dedicated to this incredibly gifted and intelligent author who taught me so much about story structure and plotting via the books she wrote and I devoured.
2. Christine Feehan’s imagination and world building are both awe inspiring and worth any Master’s level thesis on the topics. You may not be able to teach talent, but her writing has always spurred me to want to be a better author myself, to tell deeper stories, to dig within my own imagination for stories more worthy of the readers who would pick up the books I would write one day.
3. Lynn Graham writes short, concise stories that pack an emotional punch a lot of authors who use three times as many words will never be able to convey. She taught me how to structure the shorter story and how to layer a conflict for the most impact with fewer words. Her alpha heroes are to die for as well.
4. Lori Foster inspired me to go beyond the core of romance, but to write a story that might make my readers live beyond the romance as well. I’ll never forget putting, “Say No to, Joe?” down and wanting to be a better parent (and I thought I *was* a pretty good mom lol). Her desire to mentor others and help them along in their journey is something I’ve always strived to emulate as well.
5. Debbie Macomber isn’t just an amazing writer, but she’s such a smart businesswoman and that’s something we can never forget we have to be as authors. She inspires with dignity and courage in a way I hope I will as well one day.
Sometimes old flames are the hottest of all . . .
In the quaint little town of Cailkirn, Alaska, it’s impossible to keep a secret, especially one as juicy as the unexpected return of Kitty Grant. Tack MacKinnon remembers her wild red curls and even wilder spirit-and still feels the sting from when she shattered his heart in college. But there’s a pain in Kitty’s gorgeous eyes that guts him to the core and Tack is determined to do whatever it takes to see the woman he still loves smile again-even if it means taking on her demons as his own.
After fleeing an abusive ex-husband, Kitty decides that the best way to heal her broken heart is to come back home. But she gets a whole new shock when she sees how undeniably sexy Tack has become. More handsome, more muscular, more charming-more everything-he’s impossible to resist. Before she knows it, they’re reigniting sparks that could set the whole state of Alaska on fire. Yet trust doesn’t come easy to Kitty anymore, and as things heat up between her and Tack, she can’t help but wonder if one of them is going to get burned . . .
Here’s a short excerpt from Wild Heat:
Tack’s gut was telling him this is what he needed to do, but damned if he would kiss her without her permission.
She’d had enough choices taken away, that was becoming clearer the more he found out about her life before returning to Cailkirn.
“What?” Suddenly she was looking at him and seeing him. “You’re going to kiss me? Why would you do that?”
He almost laughed. He did groan. His body was burning for her. “Because I want to.”
“You really need to ask?”
“You don’t sound real sure there, sweetheart.”
She bit her bottom lip and then released it. “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”
“Good thing I am then, huh?”
“I tell you what, let’s give it a try and you can let me know if you agree, okay?”
More relieved at her acquiescence than he should be, he tipped his head forward and slid his lips across hers in the simplest and most chaste of touches.
A small sigh shuddered out of her, the breath washing over his lips.
He kissed her again, this time molding their mouths and moving his lips against hers for long delicious moments. Her small hands came up to clutch the front of his long sleeved t-shirt, her fingers twisting in the fabric as she tried to pull him closer.
He went willingly, allowing their upper bodies to touch.
It wasn’t skin on skin contact, but that didn’t seem to matter to the electric shocks short-circuiting his nerve endings.
He flicked his tongue out to taste her. The flavor of grapes and ripe strawberries exploded on his tongue along with a sweetness that was all Kitty Grant.
Certain it would become an addiction way too easily, he still wanted more of that taste. He delved into her mouth and she welcomed him, sliding her tongue along his, and pressing their lips closer together.
His reasons for initiating the kiss melted, along with everything else around them and he reveled in the touch and feel of this woman he’d craved for too many years of his life.
He maneuvered them so she was lying on her back on the tarp and he was partially over her without once breaking his lips from hers. To do so would have been a travesty of epic proportions.
Her fingers kneaded him through his shirt like a cat. Such an innocent touch, but it felt good. So good, that between that and the kiss, his erection was pressing hard enough against his fly he’d be surprised if it didn’t leave an imprint in his flesh.
He wanted skin though. Craved her skin under his fingertips and damned if common sense was going to stop him from getting exactly that.