Today we have the very funny and talented Jan Meredith! Her latest release with Entangled Publishing, Playing Doctor, sounds like a keeper from both the blurb and the excerpt! I must admit I learned a little something while having a darned good time assembling this blog. What more can anyone ask for? Why, a contest! There's a link to the rafflecopter thingie at the bottom. Go forth, do its bidding and two lucky people will win one of two gift cards--$10 and $25--to Amazon or B&N, their choice. Sweet deal!
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~Mia
Quick round for Jan Meredith...
Coffee, tea, or…what’s our vice?
Coffee in the
morning, Bud Lite in the evening.
Favorite Movie:
Meet Joe Black. Who wouldn’t love to
teach Brad Pitt all about the smexy?
Favorite color:
Lavender. Have you seen the
background on my book cover? There’s a background you ask? I’ll admit, it’s
difficult to look past those lick-o-licious abs!
Favorite book/author:
This is a totally unfair
question! I have lots of favorite authors for lots of different reasons. If I
have to narrow it down to one, it would have to be Sherrilyn Kenyon. I love her
ability to build worlds and suck the reader into them. And she’s one of the
nicest people you’ll ever meet.
How do you feel about bacon?
All I can say is, I’ve
already had to cut back on chocolate, so the unfortunate soul who threatens my
bacon intake had better haul ass!
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In honor of your love of beer and bacon
I give you...
the Bacon Beer Stein. |
The REAL questions…
Tell us a little about yourself.
I drank, I fought, I made my ancestors
proud…no, wait, that’s from Thor! Although I would like to think that my ancestors
do smile down on me from time to time. I’m
a nurse on the weekends and a wife, mom and writer the rest of the time. I love
chocolate and nachos and cheese, and I’m totally convinced that giving them up
won’t improve my problem with reflux. I love eye candy on my Facebook timeline
and books that keep me thinking about the characters long after I’ve read the
last page. It’s always been my philosophy that, “if you don’t at least try,
you’ll never know.” That little tid-bit of wisdom has gotten me into so many
messes!
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I had no clue what a Bifrost to Asgard was,
and in my defense, I am Irish. I deal in Leprechauns. |
What’s under your bed?
It’s been a well guarded
secret that the Bifrost to Asgard is
under my bed. I don’t think any further explanation is needed. :)
What comes first, plot or characters?
The
characters, definitely. They sort of peck at the inside of my head and pester
me until I finally sit down and write out what they have to say.
Pantser, plotter, or hybrid? Tell us about your
writing process.
I guess I’m a hybrid. I don’t have a set formula for writing.
The idea comes and the characters harass me until I tell their story. I make a
basic outline of who they are, what they want, how they plan to get it, and
what’s in their way of getting it. From there I dive in and everything changes.
PLAYING DOCTOR actually started out as a
two-paragraph blurb for a contest entry. Harlequin Mills and Boon was doing an
Editor’s Pitch for their Medical Romance line, and the blurb was all the writer
had to submit. When my blurb was chosen and I did the ten-minute online pitch,
I was asked to submit the first three chapters to the editor—which meant I had
to write them. I had a basic story line in my head, but nothing on paper. I
hadn’t expected to win the freaking contest! Total pantser beginning. In the
end, I got an awesome two-page feedback rejection letter, revised the chapters
and ended up selling it to the awesome Heather Howland at Entangled Publishing.
Oddest thing on your desk?
Looks around, shuffles
the tootsie roll bag aside (I’ve cut back on chocolate, not totally given it
up) and decides that all the junk on my desk is odd, especially the four
rocks…er, crystals sitting under the monitor that my son gave me to enhance my
creativity. There is, however, a boot box under the desk with the hard copies
of two very old manuscripts in it. I’m using it as a foot rest until I get the
courage to shove my cat off of it and dust the tomes off and give them another
shot.
What’s your most interesting writing quirk?
My
husband would say it’s the part where I jump up from my chair and run to the
kitchen and wash a dish or two, then back to the computer. I try to explain
that I’m thinking…
What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write
in?
The good thing about writing contemporary romance is, you can take a basic
trope, twist it around and into something altogether different and remain
within that original trope.
What’s the hardest thing about being an author?
Having
so many characters demanding their story be written at once. Just about the time I settle into one work in
progress, long comes one of the characters from another book, harping because
he or she has been put on hold for a while.
What’s the easiest thing about being an author?
The
pleasure I get when someone reads my book and enjoys it, then recommends it to
someone else. That’s easy, and also humbling. It makes it all worth it.
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Here's some info about Jan Meredith's latest release, PLAYING DOCTOR from Entangled Publishing.
Blurb for Playing Doctor
When a fellow RN jokingly predicts that Beth Roberts will meet a tall, ripped and totally lick-o-licious stranger who will fulfill her deepest desires, it’s supposed to be from across a crowded room, not giving CPR to a wedding guest. Given her tragic love life, Beth has no desire to become involved again, but who could have predicted the ponytailed doctor with the mischievous smile would break through her defenses?
Dr. Gabriel North blamed himself for his wife’s death. Now, after two years of battling guilt and meaningless hookups, he’s ready to move on. When he sees the sexy brunette at his friend’s wedding, his attraction is swift and strong, and he wastes no time in pressing his advantage. One night with the woman who makes him feel alive again isn’t enough. She believes in him as a physician, but getting her to trust the man is going to take more than medical school has prepared him for.
Excerpt from Playing Doctor
She was going to have to let him go soon.
Emotions, ragged and raw, rose up and squeezed Beth’s heart.
Gabe was all she could hope for in a lover—thoughtful, demanding, encouraging and inventive. He drove her to the limit, pushed her past the boundaries of her sexual desires and followed her over willingly, only to send her back up again. It was as though he sensed her every need, searched them out and took pleasure in giving them to her. Yet it wasn’t only his body that gave her pleasure—she enjoyed his smile, his sense of humor, and the way he lovingly cherished the memory of his late wife. Talking to him about Jamie had been easier than she had expected, and afterward, when he’d held her…
I could fall for him.
The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, a jolt straight to the nervous system that left her weak and shaky. It would be so easy to drop her guard, let him in.
Gabriel lay back on the bed, his pillow bent double and tucked behind his head, the sheet bunched over his groin as he thumbed through a tourist magazine provided by the hotel. His left leg bent up at the knee, the other splayed on the mattress, he was completely relaxed and at ease with his nakedness.
At ease with her.
She snuggled closer and traced the line of his jaw. His day-old scruff pricked her fingertips, reminding her of the way it had felt when he’d dragged it across her skin…across the mound of her sex. A rush of heat surged through her core.
The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the filmy sheers covering the windows, a reminder that their night together was coming to an end.
I’m not ready to let him go.
You don’t have to. To be with him like this again, to hold and be held…
Stick to the plan—no romance, no relationship, no complications.
Beth forced back the sorrow pinching her heart. She would not waste her last few hours with this wonderful man grieving for tomorrow’s loss. That would come soon enough. So, she would take what she could, right here, right now…and then she would let him go.
“What are you looking at?” She reached for the magazine, but he grinned and held it just out of reach, forcing her to stretch across him to get it. He stole a quick kiss before letting it go and falling back on the pillow, folding his arms behind his head.
Beth tossed the publication onto the bedside table and snagged the bottle of wine and glasses sitting there. She filled the glasses, handed one to Gabe, and sipped from her own as she considered him over the rim. He was so very deliciously…she searched for a word that would accurately describe the man grinning lazily up at her, and the only one that came to mind was, masculine.
When she had drained her glass, she stretched across his legs to set it and the bottle back on the nightstand. She smiled at his hum of appreciation and the slide of his hand over her bare ass where the nightshirt she had pulled on had ridden up. When she felt his cock stir against her hip beneath the sheet, she hummed a little herself.
Straightening, widening her knees—purely for the sake of balance, of course— she crossed her arms at the hem and pulled the nightshirt up and off, letting it catch under her breasts and giving it a smart tug that caused them to bounce enticingly. Gabe’s hum became a low groan. The sheet tented impressively between his legs.
Licking her lips, she reached down, tugged the sheet aside, and wrapped her fingers around Gabe’s erection, marveling when it thickened and elongated in her hand. She slanted her gaze up his torso, watched him tuck his chin, lower his head, his eyes become heavy-lidded as he anticipated her next move. With her eyes steady on his, she dipped her head and dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft, from root to tip. His hips jerked. The forgotten glass wobbled in his hand, threatening to spill the contents on the sheets.
“Did I tell you what my friend foresaw in my future for the weekend?” Beth asked as she let go of his cock and reached for his wine.
His breath came out slow and ragged. “No, but I’m very interested in finding out.” His palm drifted over her ass and gave her an encouraging squeeze.
His cock lay hard against his belly. She reached down, ran her thumb along the pulsing vein. “Hmm, so I see.” His foot slipped down the sheets and his knee fell to the side, an open invitation to do as she pleased. Her eyes raked over him hungrily. She was about to be very, very pleased, and so was he.
Beth tipped her head back, drained the glass, and then handed it to Gabe. His hand shook as he blindly set it back on the table, never taking his eyes off her. She leaned forward, rested her hands on his thighs and let the wine trickle from her mouth, over the head of his cock and down the shaft.
His hands fisted in the sheets.
Buy Links for Playing Doctor
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About Jan Meredith...
Jan Meredith has been a romance junkie since her teens. When she isn't penning steamy stories about strong-willed, independent women and the sexy men who love them, she works as an Infusion Therapy nurse. She lives near Mammoth Cave, KY with her husband (and former high school sweet heart) Tommy.
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Contest stuff!
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I would probably leave your email and a comment below just in case. I would hate to have the winner's gift card left behind, so I can buy more bacon.
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