Happy Friday, everyone! Today I’m interviewing J. Paulette Forshey about her new release, Chances Taken:
ME: We’re here to talk about your brand-spanking new release, Chances Taken. It’s set in modern-day Ireland, which is a place I love to read about (and would like to someday visit). Tell us a little bit about your story.
PAULETTE: My hero Ian Cathmor has gone home to lick his wounds after a disastrous romance. Ian believes women are only interested in him for his money. Jacquelyn Tracer is hoping this once in a lifetime trip will help to heal the wounds of a broken engagement and the cheating fiancé who destroyed her heart. Ireland is known for its magic and luck. Ian and Jacquelyn will need all the Chances Taken they can find to heal their broken hearts.
ME: How did you do your research on the setting of your novel? Have you been to Ireland before?
PAULETTE: I’d love to tell you a wonderful tale of how I set off on a romantic trek across the Emerald Isle. Stayed in a quaint B&B, to rise early each morning and go exploring ancient ruins surrounded by ethereal mist and then, spent my evenings in a crowded pub full of music and laughter, while coming up with this novel. Unfortunately, all my ‘research’ for this book consisted of the surfing the internet, reading every book Nora Roberts has written with an Irish setting, and occasionally sipping a Guinness. Maybe someday I’ll have the chance to visit that magical place with my own hero, and do all those things. Who knows we might find a ‘pot-of-gold’, in one of those castles, too.
ME: What do you think your readers will like most about your story?
PAULETTE: Hopefully, it will be how Ian and Jacquelyn’s romance unfolds. I think they’ll enjoy finding the differences and the sameness between two cultures.
ME: What’s next for you? Do you plan on writing any sequel?
PAULETTE: Hmmm, sequel, I’ll have to think about that. Ian’s cousin Kyna is whispering in my ear that her and Kevin’s story might need to be told. I’ll have to have a sit down with my muse.
ME: You write both paranormal and contemporary romance. Do you have a preference for one over the other? What is it about these subgenres of romance that calls to you?
PAULETTE: I do love my vampires! My paranormal will always come first with me, but I’ve a few contemporary romances planed for the future. What calls to me is the relationship, and whether its romance you can sink your fangs into, deliciously sinful, or spreading Happily Ever Afters, all my stories must have a romantic ending.
You can stalk Paulette at www.jpauletteforshey.com. She’s also on Facebook and is a member of Romance Writers of America, Central Ohio Fiction Writers, Northeast Ohio Romance Writers of America, and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter of RWA.
Millionaire Ian Cathmor decides the best way to help his cousin with her fledgling Bed and Breakfast is to sponsor a contest through his company, giving the winner an all expense paid trip to her Irish B&B. He is immediately drawn to the beautiful winner, Jacquelyn Tracer, as soon as she arrives. But Jacquelyn has no idea the handsome “local farmer” is actually the head of the company who employs her, and Ian decides to allow her misconception to go uncorrected for at least a little while. It has been too long since a woman has shown an interest in him as a man instead of a wealthy CEO.
Jacquelyn Tracer is hoping this once in a lifetime trip will help to heal the wounds of a broken engagement and the cheating fiancé who destroyed her heart. She’s not expecting the powerful attraction she feels for one of the locals especially given the fact he’s probably a player and Heaven knows, she’s had her fill of those. But passion overcomes her resolve, and she finds herself falling hard for the Irish rogue with the gentle touch…until she learns the truth and his lies threaten to destroy everything they have.
“Could you give me a ride?” Jacquelyn’s tongue darted out to lick her lower lip then capture it between her teeth.
A few of the pub’s patrons raised a brow and smiled in their drinks at her statement.
Ian nearly swallowed his tongue along with the reply he wanted to give her innocent words, thanking the stars for his travels to the States. He knew Jacquelyn was asking for a lift to the inn and not a sexual favor, as that particular phrase normally would be interpreted in this part of the world.
“Yes, I can see that you reach the inn.”
The trip wasn’t long. The gentle rumble of the lorry’s engine had put Jacquelyn to sleep as they pulled from the pub. Now, they sat in front of Kyna’s B&B, the Thistle Down. Ian turned off the engine, listening to the moment of silence cocooning them, enjoying the illusion of being a couple as Jacquelyn sighed softly in her sleep. Strange, he wanted these moments to last an eternity.
Exiting the truck, he went round it to her side and opened the door. He slipped his arms under her, thus cradling her against him. Her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. Her heart made a steady slow rhythm against his chest. Ian rubbed his cheek over the top of her head, reveling in the silken, soft feel of her hair there as it cascaded across his arm. He was nearly to the door when she awoke.
“Put me down,” she gasped and struggled in his arms. “Where do you think you’re taking me?”
He released her so she slid down the front of him, still held loosely pressed against him. He could still feel her heart beat, and it was at a gallop now. Ian let his hands fall gently away from her.
“Let me go.” Jacquelyn stared up at him, fear dancing in her eyes.
“I’ve not a hold on you,” Ian whispered low and soothingly. “I was only delivering you to the inn.”
Jacquelyn swallowed hard, making a loud gulping sound.
Ian grinned, acknowledging he’d heard the sound.
“You’re at the Thistle Down, safe and sound. I hope your dreams are sweet and plentiful.”
Ian touched his cap, turning to leave.
“Wwwait, what do I owe you for the ride?” she stammered.
He bit the inside of his cheek at the phrase, turning back to her. Quickly, before she could react, he snagged her with one arm, crushed her to him, and fastened his mouth to hers. He kissed her thoroughly, and then he released her.
“That’s more than enough payment.” Ian rounded the lorry to hop inside, and just before he placed the truck in gear, he shouted over the engine. “In fact, I’ll be by on the morrow to give you your change. Goodnight to you now.”
Jacquelyn stood watching the truck’s taillights disappear into the night. She raised a finger to trace her lips and still felt the warmth. No, that wasn’t right. She felt the heat left behind by Ian’s mouth, and much to her own amazement, she smiled. She had no doubt her dreams would be plentiful tonight, but sweet. No, they would be zestier than that.
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We’d love to know, where do you think is the most romantic place in the world to visit and why?