Jen: Today we welcome Edie Hart to Romancing the Book. Edie, wil you share a short bio with us?
Edie: Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, where she now resides with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. After spending her childhood making up stories in her head, she finally decided to put them on paper. What came of it was her first novella, One Bad Day. Edie is a die-hard romantic and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—both in print and real life.
Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Edie: My newest release is called One Bad Day. I used to work for a large retail corporation and once I had to dress up in a mascot costume for an event. It was pretty silly. It was a light bulb costume, but not at all like the one I describe in the book. That’s where the original idea came from. Oh, and the parking garage at that job was spooky at night. : )
She turned and looked at him with shimmering blue eyes. “Um… thanks for the ride and everything. I, uh, guess I’ll see you later.” Her lower lip quivered.
Aw, hell. Legs—Tessa, as he now knew—had been attacked in a parking garage, came home to a trashed apartment, and she thought he was just going to leave? He knew he could be a jerk at times, but he wasn’t heartless.
He blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. Next to him, Burg snickered. The asshole.
“You can go now, Burg.” He walked over and opened the door.
Burg elbowed him on his way out. “See you later, Stanley.”
Gray gave him the finger and closed the door in his face.
“Stanley?” Tessa cocked her head to the side and her mouth quirked up.
“My first name is Stanley,” he mumbled.
“Stanley?” she repeated, a small smile now appearing on her face.
“Stanley Grayson Kingsley.” He stared her down. “You’re one to talk, Misty.”
She had an “oh shit” look on her face. “Are you going to arrest me?” she asked, her eyes wide. She had the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. They shimmered. Her lower lip quivered again.
Shit. “Why would I arrest you?” He’d had Burg check her out and knew that she wasn’t guilty of anything illegal. He still couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t tell him her real name.
“Parking tickets,” she whispered.
“Tickets?” He put his hands on his hips and looked at the ceiling. “You mean this whole time you wouldn’t tell me your name because you’ve got unpaid tickets?”
She nodded, looking miserable.
“Jesus, Tessa.” He took a step toward her. “Your place is trashed and you’re worried about parking tickets?” He crouched down to look in her face.
A lone tear slid down her cheek.
He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair, then moved closer, gearing himself to comfort her with a pat on the back. Instead, before he knew it, she’d thrown herself into him and he found his arms full of soft, quivering woman. She made a noise that sounded like a muffled sob.
“Aw, hell. Please don’t cry.” His gut twisted. “I swear I’m not going to arrest you. They’re just fucking parking tickets, hon.”
“I’ve had a very, very bad day!” She sobbed into his shirt.
He pulled her to a nearby armchair and sat down, adjusting her in his lap. Now what? He did not do crying women.
At a loss for how to stop her tears, he clumsily rubbed her back. “Tell me about your day. Get it all out.”
“First I had to dress like a giant hooker light bulb, then I lost my clothes!” She lifted her head and sniffled. “And I had to wear this!” She gestured to her skirt. “And then… And then…” She gulped air. “I couldn’t find my car and got chased through a dark parking lot!” Tears streamed down her face. “I lost my shoooe!” She pressed her face into his chest.
“When did you lose your shoe, honey?” Gray continued rubbing her back.
“When I hit the scary guy with it in the stairwell.” She clutched at Gray’s shirt. “I… I… hid… and…” She gasped. “I hit him when he grabbed me.” She burrowed deeper into his shoulder.
“And I…was…really scared!”
“I know,” he murmured.
“All I wanted to do was come home and go to bed.” With her face pressed against him, her voice was muffled. “I can’t even do that!” She took a deep breath. “And I look like a freakin’ prostitute!”
Jen: Who is your celebrity crush?
Edie: Gerard Butler
Jen: What is your favorite breakfast food?
Edie: I love Panera’s Four Cheese Baked Souffles.
Jen: Favorite season?
Jen: Favorite superhero?
Edie: I’ve always loved catwoman. I know she’s a “bad guy”, but I’ve always liked her.
Jen: Favorite piece of jewelry?
Edie: The bracelet my husband bought me as a wedding gift.
Jen: Favorite scent?
Edie: I like woodsy scents – Pine, evergreen, etc…
Jen: Who is your hero?
Edie: My husband. : )
Jen: What food you couldn’t live without?
Edie: I love chicken fajitas.
Jen: What is the perfect temperature?
Edie: 68 degrees
Jen: If you could travel in time, where’d you go?
Edie: I think I’d want to see what the future looks like.
Jen: What is your favorite author and/or book?
Edie: I don’t have one right now. There are so many great books out there right now.
Jen: Fries or onion rings?
Jen: What’s next for you?
Edie: I have more books for the One Day Series planned. They are standalones.