HRR Interview: Collette Cameron

The Houses of Parliament, Westminster, London

Collette Cameron Highlander's HopeJen: We’re less than a month away from the Historical Romance Retreat and today we have Collette Cameron stopping by Romancing the Book.  Collette, will you share a short bio with us?
Collette: A bestselling, award-winning author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them.

Blessed with three spectacular children, fantastic fans, and a compulsive, over-active, and witty Muse who won’t stop whispering new romantic romps in her ear, she lives in Oregon with her mini-dachshunds, though she dreams of living in Scotland part-time.

Admitting to a quirky sense of humor, Collette enjoys inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic. You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

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Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Collette: TO TAME A SCOUNDREL’S HEART is the fourth book in my A Waltz with a Rogue Novella series.

I introduced the heroine, Katrina Needham, in Heartbreak and Honor (Highland Heather, Romancing a Scot series, #3), and because she was such a dynamic, fun character, I wanted her to have her own story.

Her sweetie, Dominic St. Monté’s, wasn’t the hero I had originally intended for her, but I had an inspiration right before I started writing the story, and decided to introduce a totally unconventional, rough-around-the-edges privateer who rather thumbed his nose at society.

They ended up playing quite well together.

To Tame a Scoundrel’s Heart Excerpt-First Meet Scene

“Aunt Bertie.” The Saint flashed a neat row of square, white teeth, a startling contrast to his olive skin. “Would you honor me with an introduction to your lovely guest?”

Katrina flinched at Captain St. Monté’s casual request, her pride smarting from the unintended jab his words caused. He’d forgotten her entirely. Erased her from his memory as easily and thoroughly as a gobbled crumpet or a piece of foolscap tossed into the fireplace.

Rather chafed her pride, it did.

His aunt’s eyes and mouth rounded, and she halted petting Percival. “But my dear boy, surely you recognize Miss Needham.”

Katrina cocked her head expectantly.

No acknowledgment registered in St. Monté’s feline eyes.

Rot.

“Daughter to Bridget and Hugo Needham?” Miss Sweeting coaxed. “The banker who advanced you the funds to purchase The Weeping Siren?”

Even Katrina’s encouraging smile produced not so much as a glimmer of recognition.

Double rot and bother.

Well, The Saint really couldn’t be blamed. Surely Miss Sweeting didn’t expect her man-of-the-world nephew to remember a bumbling teenager he’d met but once, years ago? Still, it did rather deflate Katrina’s self-esteem to be so thoroughly unremarkable and completely unremembered.

Canting his head and narrowing his eyes, St. Monté studied her.

Oh, for pity’s sake. She would come to his rescue, though he didn’t deserve it and her pulverized pride shrieked in umbrage.

“We met but once, Captain St. Monté. Though that time, you prowled this salon like a great caged cat.” Managing to wrest her wayward attention from him, lest he see her chagrin, Katrina set her gloves beside her. This most definitely would be a shorter visit than usual. “I presumed you yearned to return to your schooner.”

Like she yearned to quit this room and his keen perusal.

Desperately.

Even at one-and-twenty, he’d exuded an untamed, masculine grace as he clawed at his neckcloth and paced his aunt’s dainty, feminine parlor. Uncomfortable in his formal togs, he’d shaken his overly long sun-bleached mane, his fern-green, topaz-flecked gaze alighting on Katrina for a disconcerting moment or two.

Still longer than fashionable, his streaked hair suited him, as did his bronzed features and even the whitish scar starkly contrasting his swarthy skin. Each proclaimed he’d lived an adventurer’s life, and how much grander that must be than playing cards at White’s, ogling horseflesh at Tattersall’s, or dancing set after set at tonnish event after tonnish event.

An envious sigh bubbled up her throat.

“Forgive me, but of course I remember you, Miss Needham. How could I not?”

Katrina’s disbelieving, artfully plucked eyebrows wrestled each other in their scramble to touch her hairline first, and her “Indeed?” rang dryer than month-old bread left in summer sun.

A slow smile hitched St. Monté’s mouth. “Though you were still in the schoolroom, I believe, and blushed pink as strawberry preserves each time I glanced anywhere near your direction.”

He would recall that.

 

Jen: Who was your first love?
Collette: I’ll never tell!

Jen: What is your favorite food?
Collette: Fettuccini Alfredo and crème brulee

Jen: Favorite month?
Collette: August, especially now that I don’t have to start teaching again in September!

Jen: Favorite superhero?
Collette: I’m rather partial to Thor.

Jen: Favorite author swag?
Collette: Folding fans, compacts, magnets, and pot holders!

Jen: Who is your hero?
Collette: Ha. I don’t have just one. He’s whatever hero I’m currently writing or  reading. I’m fickle that way.

Jen: What invention you can’t live without?
Collette: Gads, do I have to choose between my phone, computer, and coffee maker?

Jen: What do you collect?
Collette: You’ll be sorry you asked: Thimbles (over 200), teacups and teapots, vintage tins, miniature perfume bottles, birdhouses and cages, and rocks.

Jen: What one thing would you want on a deserted island with you?
Collette: Books!!

Jen: Do you have any writing rituals?
Collette: Not really. I do prefer to write in my writing room, because I need quiet when I write. I’m getting better at being productive in other environments though.

I do always have a bottle of water nearby, and quite often something hot to drink. Oh, and I like to plug in my wax cube warmer so the room smells warm and inviting.

Jen: Cat or dog?
Collette: I have both, but I’m more of a dog person, actually a dachshund person. Ayva’s sleeping on my lap right now.

Jen: Warm weather or cold?
Collette: Oh, warm, pretty please.

Jen: What’s next for you?
Collette: I’m just finished PASSION AND PLUNDER (Highland Heather Romance a Scot series, #5) and will start on the 6th, and final, book just as soon as I complete a Christmas novella I’m working on and finish the third book in my Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper Series.

I have several releases coming up too:

SCANDAL’S SPLENDOR (Highland Heather Romancing a Scot, #4), HER PERFECT GENTLEMAN, a Regency novella boxed set, and HISTORICAL HEARTTHROBS, a historical bundle of full length novels, will all be out in the next couple of months.






4 thoughts on “HRR Interview: Collette Cameron

  1. Dee Foster says:

    Teacups! I have a large collection starting with my grandmothers. There are a couple from Occupied Japan (end of WWll). I also have a very small collection of miniature perfume bottles.

    Can’t wait to meet – 20 more days!!

    Xoxo

  2. Jennifer Hayes says:

    Great interview Jen! This interview made me love the fabulous Collette Cameron even more! Can’t wait to read To Tame A Scoundrel’s Heart!

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