I’m excited to have author Kacey Hammell on my blog today. She has a special treat for you. Not only do you get to read a sample of her work at the end of this post, you also have an opportunity to win a book. All you need to do is leave a comment. Don’t forget to leave your email address so we can get in touch with the winner! Now on to the interview.
Which genre are you drawn to as a reader? Do you prefer to read in the same genre as your WIP or do you mix it up?I read just about every genre. I love biographies, true crime stories alongside the romance genre. I’m not a huge fan of Historicals or Science Fiction and Time Travel, but I’ll pick one occasionally.
What was your favorite scene to write, and why?
The bathroom love scene. *g* I have had a lot of feedback on it, questioned if it is indeed possible to do … readers will have to pick up a copy to find out more…
Do think the romance books will ever go “out of style”?
No, I don’t think so. Most people still believe in romance/love at first sight, even with everything that is going on in the world today. Escaping deep into a story is something that many readers can’t do without, and choose not to. We all need that escape.
And what an escape it is! (Fans face.) What turned you on to writing erotic stories?
I like the aspect of fantasy, pushing the envelope and just the freedom to celebrate the love, attraction and passion between the characters.
You use a pen name. Why?
Yes I do, mainly for family privacy. Everyone in my family has been great and supportive – my own Mom reads my stories – but I do like to keep some things private for them. Also, my real name is also the same name as a children’s author *g* I didn’t want to have children looking at anything they shouldn’t!!
Smart choice. I’m sure some days you want to escape from some of your characters personality traits? Has a battle ever ensued? Who won – you or the character?
Isabella and I battled a lot while writing Illusions. It was exhausting sometimes, I must admit. She’s very determined, resilient, hard-as-nails a lot of the time, and too darn proud for her own good. She and I are quite alike. I’ve come to realize that as I was going through edits and such. I think that is why we had the power struggle a lot, because we are so much alike. I think by the end of everything, we came to the agreement to stop fighting one another and put all that energy and determination into the story.
Speaking of energy, are you a full-time writer or part-time, and how do you organize your writing time?
When my kids are in school, I write as much as possible during those hours. With the kids and their extra-curricular activities, I’d say I’m a part-time author. Plus I do take about a week break in between each finished WIP before moving onto the next.
Just a week! Wow. How did you deal with rejection letters?
I took a few minutes to let the rejection set in, let it punch me in the gut – it’s a natural instinct along with the disappointment – then read through the letter again and again. While it is hard to hear, rejections are a part of this business and authors have to take the publisher/acquiring editors feedback in stride and learn from it. Not every story is for every person, nor is every concept one that everyone wants to read. An author has to roll with the punches so to speak and be willing to learn.
What can readers expect with next from you?
I have a story out to a few publishers that I’m waiting to hear from.
The sequel to Illusions – titled: Awakenings – has been contracted by Decadent Publishing, so that should be out sometime this year.
Fave food? Tacos
Fave time of day to write? Mid-morning
Fave movie? Wizard of Oz
Fave author? JD Robb
Coffee or tea? Tea
I have to say we’re quite alike. Except for your choice in movie, all your answers in the Quick Draw are the same as mine! Readers if you’d like to get in touch with Kacey, or buy her book, you can do so at the links below.
Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.
Burned by his fiancé years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.
Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is a self-proclaimed book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted. As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.
A decade ago, while working for multiple review sites, Kacey quickly discovered that she was developing the writing bug. Thanks to the encouragement of her own beloved hero husband, she decided to try her hand at writing.
With a love of contemporary settings, modern day romances and the happily ever after, as well as the excitement of suspense, Kacey creates stories in genres she’s familiar with and that she loves most. She also loves vampires who nibble the necks of the heroines, ghosts who can’t leave a loved one, shape-shifters who are sexier than hell and the thought of her very own werewolf or were-cat to tame makes her tremble!
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“What’s this? A party and no one told me?”
At the newest addition to the conversation, Isabella’s pulse accelerated double-time. She looked toward the door
Man, I don’t need this today.
Brady Jacobs walked—no, sauntered—into the office and heading toward Ethan, spared her not a glance.
Black denim jeans encased his firm, shapely ass like a second skin and a black T-shirt with sleeves rolled over his beautiful biceps. He looked good enough to eat. A flood of heat coursed through her body. Brady was a man who was confident in himself and when he entered the room, there was a ripple effect. Everyone sat up to take notice of him and women practically swooned, eager to catch his eye. But Brady rarely gave any one woman the time of day. He was adamant about keeping his personal life private, and his no-commitment rule was always in full force. Something he was always upfront about with the ladies.
“Hey, pal. Great game this morning.” Brady slapped Ethan on the back.
“Shit, Jacobs. You kicked my ass and then some.” Ethan chuckled. “My head just wasn’t in it today.” Isabella could see Ethan’s gaze move again toward the newspaper on Alicia’s desk.
If it wouldn’t be obvious, I’d snatch it and run to burn it.
“Morning, Ms. Alicia. How’s my sugar-girl today?” Brady headed over to Alicia’s desk, ruffling her hair as he stepped behind her, as if she were his little sister.
Leave it to Brady. Always make the ladies feel special.
“Get lost, Jacobs. I’m sick of seeing you around here,” Alicia said flippantly.
She must really be pissed about the photo. Isabella let out a frustrated sigh, causing three sets of eyes to look her way.
“Morning, Brady.” Isabella smiled, hoping she looked like a woman with not a care in the world. “What brings you to the precinct this early in the morning?”
Brady’s gaze held hers for seconds longer than she would have liked.
“Actually, I came to see Alicia. I need to go over the Vaughn case with her. I had another vision last night.” He spoke without hesitation.
Trenton’s finest P.I. had become the city’s favorite after his first vision had saved the Walker twins eight years ago. The twins, then seven years old, had wandered off into the woods behind their family home one afternoon. When they didn’t return to the house for dinner that night, their frantic mother had called the police, begging someone to help her find her missing boys.
Within hours, an Amber Alert had been called and hundreds of citizens and every cop available had combed the Walkers’ woods, looking for the boys. After six hours without success, exhaustion had set in with many of the volunteers. Everyone had worked tirelessly, but when there seemed to be no hope in sight, Brady showed up, at a frantic near-run, and charged into the woods. Within thirty minutes, he came back out with a boy tucked under each arm.
Only after the Walkers had been calmed, the boys tucked into bed, did Isabella and Connor question Brady. With much resistance, Brady confessed to his ESP, the visions that had begun during his stint in the Marines.
Most times, out of nowhere—Brady could be sleeping, driving, taking a shower—and a vision would claim him. In the eight years since the Walker incident, Brady had probably saved more lives than most cops.
While he didn’t have visions for every beating, murder, kidnapping, or mugging in New Jersey, high-profile incidents seemed to find a channel in Brady.
With each high-profile case solved successfully, Trenton’s citizens claimed him as a favorite son. If a child ran away, parents would hire Brady to assist in bringing them home. If there were a murder, police at a dead end would call Brady in.
No one thought anything unkind about him or his visions.
It made his P.I. business a huge success and he took it all in stride. Isabella admired him for it.
“Damn, Brady. Why didn’t you call me immediately?” Alicia growled in a disgruntled voice.
“I am telling you, Alicia. I had to get the whole thing in order before contacting you.” Brady shook his head and headed for the window overlooking West Street, the one she had just moments ago been staring out of.
“Well? What have you got for me?” Alicia demanded.
With a chuckle, Brady turned back to Alicia. “Impatient damn woman, aren’t you? Just like your cousin. Always impatient for more.”
Isabella felt her cheeks burn and prayed Brady wasn’t being an ass on purpose to start further questions running through Alicia’s mind. She didn’t need them from her.
“If people would deliver, Brady, I wouldn’t need more,” Isabella declared with some satisfaction. His eyes turned a darker grey than their normal silver color.
Don’t mess me with me and think you’ll win, big guy.
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