Today we have Ginger Ring, discussing her latest release, The Gangster's Kiss. This is her first full length historical romance. She has a copy to give away to one lucky comment leaver, so stay tuned for details.
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Interview questions
for Ginger Ring
Quick round:
Coffee, tea or…what’s
your vice? Iced coffee
Favorite Movie: The
Godfather
Favorite Color: green
Favorite book/author:
Morning Glory by Lavyrle Spencer
How do you feel about
bacon? Everything taste better with it.
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| In honor of a gangster book we have bacon weaponry. |
The REAL
questions…
Tell us a little
about yourself. I’m a Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark
chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. I
love tracking down old gangster haunts, stopping at historical landmarks, and
spending time on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with my
husband.
What’s under your
bed?
Dust bunnies, a cat or two, and books.
What comes first,
plot or characters?
Since this was a historical, I worked on the plot first and
then added the characters.
Pantser, plotter, or
hybrid?
This is my first full length book so I did plot it out and then filled
in the spaces.
Oddest thing on your
desk?
A cat, real ones. Lol They stare
at me until I feed them.
What’s your most
interesting writing quirk?
I like to find the right sound track or music to go
with the time period, genre.
What’s your favorite
thing about the genre you write in?
The story takes place locally so it was
great finding out the history of the famous, and infamous, people that use to
live here.
What is the hardest
thing about being an author?
I’m not very organized.
What’s the easiest
thing about being an author?
Being excited about books and what everyone is
writing about.
What do you wish
someone had asked you for an interview question?
So are you excited about
winning an academy award for best screenplay? Yeah, that would be a cool
one. J
Tell us about your
latest release! It is a prohibition era romance that takes place in a small
town in Northern Wisconsin.
Blurb for The
Gangster’s Kiss…
Grace Sullivan just
wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has
had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his
sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to
watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she
is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really
wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.
Available at Amazon
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Excerpt for A Gangster's Kiss...
“You can come out, Miss Sullivan. I
mean you no harm.” A low voice with a slight Irish accent called from the road.
How did he know her name? She risked a peek. It was the man from the car. The
one Daniel had just hired.
“Why are you chasing me?” Her voice
did not sound nearly as strong as she wanted it to be.
“Begging your pardon, miss, I
wasn’t chasing you.” She looked again. He stood relaxed and leaning on one leg.
His left hand tucked into a trouser pocket. A suit coat folded over his
forearm. A shotgun in one hand and a gun holster looped around each shoulder.
“Your brother sent me to make sure you made it home safely.”
“Why would he do that? I’ve walked
home safely plenty of times by myself.” She gripped the stick even tighter.
“Not to worry you none, miss, but
there has been word of some kidnappings farther south. I’m sure you are quite
capable of taking care of yourself but that twig in your hand will not save you
from a bad man with a big gun.”
“And how do I know you are not a
bad man with a big gun?” Her eyes glared at the weapon in his hand.
He chuckled and kicked a rock to
the side with his shoe. “I have a big gun, yes, but if I was a bad man you
would not be still standing there asking that question.” He switched the
shotgun to his other hand and motioned her forward. “Please come out. We need
to get off this road and get you home.”
Grace looked both directions down
the road before stepping cautiously from behind the tree, the club still
clutched tightly in her hand behind her back and the basket in the other. “What
was your name again, boy?” She puffed out her chest. Her chin lifted and she
began to walk in the direction of home again.
“O’Malley, John O’Malley, miss, and
I am no boy.” He grinned down at her and winked.
“That’s debatable. Real men don’t
follow lone women on their walk home and frighten them to death.”
“I’m sorry I frightened you, Miss
Sullivan. That was not my intention. Mr. Sullivan didn’t realize you were
leaving town until it was too late. I said I would make sure you arrived in one
piece.”
Grace smirked. “I’ll have you know,
Mr. O’Malley, I have made it home in one piece for many years without your
help.” She didn’t know who to be angrier with, her brother for treating her
like a child, or the man beside her.
“Here, let me carry that basket for
you.” John reached to take it from her.
“It’s quite all right.” She eyed
the shotgun in his hand. “It looks like you have enough to carry.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken.” His
warm hand touched hers as he grabbed the handle of her wicker basket. The brief
contact sent goose bumps up her arm. They each held tight to the handle as they
walked. “My mother, God rest her soul, raised me to be a gentleman. A gentleman
never lets a lady carry her burdens alone.”
“And what do you know of my burdens,
Mr. O’Malley?” She challenged.
“I don’t, but I think for the time
being,” he slowed and nodded ahead, “it might be best if you dropped that club
you’re carrying and hold your basket yourself.” He released his hold on the
basket and moved the shotgun back to his right hand.
Grace looked where he indicated and
her step faltered. It was him. The man she recognized from dinner last night.
The club slipped from her fingers and made a thud when it hit the dirt.
“Don’t worry,” John whispered in
her ear, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The man leaned against his car,
shaving wood with a knife. “Miss Sullivan, we meet again,” he called from
ahead, not bothering to look in her direction. He’d been waiting for her. Grace
and John said nothing as they approached, but the stranger continued to speak,
“You know, I still can’t figure out where I know you from. As I told you, I
never forget a face.” He stopped whittling and stood. “It will come to me.”
Grace could feel tension fill the
man beside her. Not wanting things to get out of hand, she inhaled a deep
breath and addressed the intruder, “I’m afraid it is as I told you last night.
I seldom go anywhere, so you must surely have me confused with someone else.”
Grace and John slowed their gait as they approached the car, but kept walking.
She turned as they passed and walked backward a few steps. “By the way, sir,
what is your name?” Grace inquired, as she moved.
“The name’s Ed. Eddie ‘The Knife’
Killian.” He removed his hat and bowed his head.
Grace shook her head. “No, sorry.
It doesn’t ring a bell. Maybe you know my friend here?” She gestured an elegant
hand at John. “His name is John, Johnnie ‘Big Gun’ O’Malley. Good day to you,
Mr. Killian.” She tucked her hand in the crook of John’s elbow and kept
walking.
The woman had spunk, that’s for
sure. Her hand tightened in the crook of his arm, but she’d stood up to that
man like he was a rude schoolboy. She was obviously more than just a pretty
face. John looked back to make sure the man wasn’t following. Good. Killian
started his car and was heading toward town.
“You can relax. He’s going.” John
reassured. “Friend of yours?”
“Hardly.” She turned her head to
watch the retreating car. “He was at the house last night and insists that we
are acquainted.” Her fingers still gripped his arm.
“Did he do something to upset you?
Because if he did...” John stopped and looked at her pale face.
“No. It was nothing.” She dropped
her hand from his arm and started walking.
“Are you sure? Maybe we need to
tell Sheriff Sullivan about this.” He tried to retrieve her basket again.
“No. Please.” Her voice trembled,
but was firm. “I don’t want to cause any trouble. My brother has enough things
to worry about without dealing with some man that obviously thinks I am someone
else.” Her blue eyes threatened tears. For a second, he had the urge take her
in his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but things weren’t okay. She
was not his girl and none of his concern. This was just a job. John turned to
make sure Killian was still on his way.
He’d let it go for now, but he
would be keeping an eye out for the man. Something wasn’t right. John didn’t
know Grace very well, but he could always tell when someone was lying.
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Connect with Ginger
Ring on the Web!
Website:http://gingerring.com/
Amazon author page:
http://amzn.to/1fslijd
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/GingerRings
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Contest Details
If you were a gangster what would your nickname be? Ginger will
pick her favorite from the comments and will email the winner an ebook of The
Gangster’s Kiss.
Thanks for stopping by!
