#ConThu is back! Welcome to your introduction to some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the Rust City Book Conference. Today I'm showcasing:
Can you tell us a little about your work, Rue?
Hi! my newest historical romance will be released April 25, 2016. Knight Defender is the third installment in my Knight Chronicles. Set in the Scottish highlands of 1295 the story centers around Baron Raeb MacKai who is done allowing himself and everyone he loves to live in poverty and despair. His betrothal to a wealthy English heiress will solve a decade of problems. He will do everything necessary to defend his home and his country, but can he defend his heart? There's plenty of action, intrigue and most of all romance between two people who never planned to fall in love.
Ok, Rue, let's talk about RustCity!
1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at house cleaning , but these days I'm pretty rusty." I can certainly relate to that, although I'm not sure I can say that I was ever actually good at it.
2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.
Sorry, both or neither. I love all sorts of music, both Eminem and Aretha represent Detroit in very specific ways, ways that no one else could manage. If I must pick a hometown voice as a favorite, it would probably be Bob Seeger.
I love this answer!
3. Choose One:
I'm confused. And not from around here.
4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? Readers! Readers! Readers! Readers! Readers!
5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy?
I'm from the west side of the lower peninsula and I never expected to live in SE Michigan, let alone stay for more than 20 years. That's a long time! I feel the same way about Seattle.
6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R'nB singer. What's the first sentence? I don't care which music industry bimbo is at my table, you'll invite her and her entourage to leave, or I'll have a chat with your boss and you'll be out of a job.
7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game? YES!!
YAY!! Your Mission: Write Part 4 of CURVE AND HOOK, using the challenge words:
Misty, Crazy, Liquor, Flex, Dark
(personally, I think you're getting off pretty easy there! I'd have given you aardvark and tango, or something like that. )
Part One, by Shelly Bell
Part Two, by Josie Kerr
Part Three, by MK Schiller
“Eggs Benedict on sprouted, dark rye with a side of Beluga caviar and mimosas to wash it all down.” She named the most outrageous meal she could imagine. She knew what he was up to. He wanted a roll in the sack for old time’s sake but without any of the social dancing required to sweet talk her into it. Not only no, but hell no. She wasn’t that misty-eyed, lust-crazy teen any more. Sweet talk wouldn’t work either. She wasn’t about to fall into his arms just because he offered her breakfast. Sheesh, how cheap did he think she was?
“You’re kidding, right?”
She wasn’t, not really. She liked every food item she’d listed... just not all together at one meal.
“Nah.” She tossed back the last of the liquor in her glass and stood. “Doesn’t really matter if I’m serious or not. I have an early flight in the morning, and I must decline your generous invitation. Goodbye, Hunt.”
She opened he purse and took out a twenty to pay her tab. Hunt’s fingers closed over her wrist as she laid the bill on the bar. He’d always been quick.
“I’ll get it,” he said and released her wrist.
Her gaze met his. “No thank you.”
He blinked those long lashes over his gray-blue eyes. “C’mon Maddie. For old time’s sake? I owe you. Back in high school I never had cash on me, and you always paid when we went out for burgers.”
The memory flashed before she could suppress it. The two of them in the local diner. Ketchup oozing down her chin from taking too big a bite. His finger flicking the juicy red condiment from her skin and into his mouth. Then his hand returning to her cheek. His palm flexing as if he didn’t quite know what to do with his hand or his feelings.
“I’m sorry, Maddie.”
The note of regret in his voice snapped her back to the present. One corner of her mouth kicked up. “You’ll have to tell me what for, if we ever meet again.”
She left the twenty, turned, and walked away, letting the party crowd swallow her from sight.
I like Maddie's style! Wonder what Hunter will do next? Thanks for hanging out and playing, Rue!
If you'd like more of Rue Allyn's fiction, you can find her at these locations: