Join RNIC in welcoming author Love Belvin to the site! Love is introducing us to her novel – Love Lost and doing a giveaway, but first, let’s get to know her.
Love, tell us about yourself
I’m the author of the Love’s Improbable Possibility series. Corny as it may be: I enjoy reading…with a glass of wine. I like the escape. When I want to be less reclusive, I go to concerts and nice restaurants. I’m really into nurturing my relationships with my girlfriends. Considering our ages and lifestyles, there’s always a fire that needs to be put out and I’m always up for the challenge. I enjoy belly-felt laughter over drinks. Ahhhhh…the life of a starving author! I’m really that simple.
What is the most romantic gesture you’ve ever received?
Ha! When I was…in undergrad, I was dating a guy who’d just graduated from our school. With his first check from a career job (a real job), he spent at least 75% on me, buying gifts, ranging from clothes to jewelry. What a way to blow your first real check! So sweet.
What types of books are on your bookshelf at home?
Mostly contemporary romances, but I do have a collection of spiritual reads. Some of which I share in Love UnExpected, book 2 of the Love’s Improbable Possibility series.
Which TV show(s) can you absolutely not miss every week?
Are you kidding me?! Scandal! Duuuuuh! I love that show! If only I could apply for the coffee goffer for their writing team.
Finish this sentence: You gotta love a man who… who puts not just your needs, but your desires before his own. There is something about a man who precipitates your needs. And of course, that man deserves the same contemplation of needs in return. Wooooo! I’m getting excited at the concept!
Short answer choices:
Leather or lace? Lace!
Fruity drink or strong liquor? Both…mix those babies together.
Yes or no: Does size matter? Yes. Size always matter…no matter the topic.
What writing rituals help to get your mojo flowing so you can write?
Quiet. If I can get a moment of calm, that would allow me to escape to the place where the voices in my head are trying to take me.
Is there such a thing as too much sex in a romance novel?
Yes and No. Explain. Romance supersedes the bounds of sex. You can write all the sex scenes in a book that your heart desires, but if there is no intimate connection – and not just between the hero and heroine, but between ME (the reader) and the hero, and/or ME and the heroine – then you’ve missed the opportunity of presenting a love story. When I read a romance novel, I want to see the good, the bad, and the ugly of the lead characters. I want to experience what their love interest makes them feel and exactly how pure that is. This happens outside of sex. Adding sex just increases the intimacy for all – the hero, heroine and me. But don’t hold off on the good stuff. I want to experience that, too.
Is there a scene in the book you particularly enjoy?
Yes. The second time Rayna and Azmir are intimate. Tell us about it and why. It resonated with me because again, I believe that sex only enhances romance and intimacy. The first time Rayna’s intimate with Azmir, she’s attempting quid pro quo. She wants to show him that she can settle up with him in the bedroom for all of those emotions he’s allowed her to experience since entering her world. She wants to lead them into sexual intimacy their first time. However, during their second encounter – when she wasn’t anticipating sleeping with Azmir – she somehow allows him to take lead. And she shares in Love Lost that when she did, she received far more pleasure – physically and emotionally – from the experience. She submitted her body and emotions and allowed him to guide their intimacy. As she articulated it to me, it struck me.
What can readers expect from you next?
Readers can expect more romance stories with relatable storylines. I enjoy writing about broken and fallible people and how they find love. I enjoy working through dilemmas that might otherwise deem them cast from the realm of receiving and reciprocating genuine and unconditional love. I will strip them raw (emotionally) and bring their scars and fears to the surface. I enjoy dipping into the psychology of broken people. It’s fun and therapeutic.
Tell us about Love Lost
Love Lost is book one of the Love’s Improbable Possibility series:
You ever wonder what events led up to an individual’s inability to trust? Love Lost starts off by peeling back layers of a young girl who experienced the loss of essential, reliable and nurturing love.
Rayna Brimm, hailing from an inner-city in New Jersey, survives a series of betrayal and loss only to forge forward in self-preservation and obtain an education in North Carolina. After receiving her degree, vowing never return home, she finds herself in California where she tries to build a self-contained life. She made a personal declaration to get through life without further dependence on others in order to avoid yet another heartbreak. Only, fate said otherwise.
Enter Azmir Jacobs, a tall, dark, handsome and very wealthy man, who has street credibility and executive power in the corporate world. Azmir has money, power and beautiful women at his beck and call, BUT only one woman has caught his eye. The resilient Rayna Brimm, a woman whose dysfunctional upbringing contributes towards her tough skin, issues with trust and a deep-seated fear to love, turns out to be more than he bargained for when he discovered her in his boardroom presenting a leasing proposal.
Rayna isn’t the only one with a checkered past. Can Azmir conceal his convoluted life long enough to prove that he can provide Rayna the stable and reliable love that she clearly needs and deserves? Or will his lofty lifestyle and endless resources scare her away?
Just when you thought you’d begun the read of an urban novel, you turn the pages and find this is by no means an urban novel, but the journey of a classic love tale and a story of redemption instead. The Love’s Improbable Possibility series is a slow weaving journey of love. Be prepared to progress into the world of Rayna Brimm. A story of love’s redemption
~Virile dominance radiated from his head that would occasionally cock to the side bringing my attention to the way his tongue pressed back into his molars telling of exercised patience. His broad shoulders caped in designer vesture, his long and coordinated fingers that flickered indiscriminately as if they communicated fleeting self-control or unspoken desire. The width of the space between his thighs as his extended legs supported his long commanding frame revealed his confident stance. And his buffed oxfords that told of a man on a cosmopolitan journey. I was instantly smitten by him.
“What are you doing Saturday night?”
“I have class on Saturday.” Something that didn’t typically occur and I suddenly regretted the inconvenience.
“How about Friday?” he tried again.
“I’m taking my girlfriend out for her birthday.”
He sighed so sexily with a hint of a smirk and I felt the coolness of his breath hitting my face making my belly clench.
“You’re killing me.” His tone was low and husky. My nipples hardened at his despair. It was so unintentionally seductive, beguiling.
“Here. Take this number and call. This is a realtor friend of mine.” Pulling a business card from his wallet his voice was authoritative, succinct. “He’s good. I’ll tell him to expect your call and to treat you like a friend…of mine, of course.” His eyes were fastened to mine communicating something luminous. “You can give him a ring after you call me.” His voice was crisp and commanding, I felt slightly intimidated as he pulled a pen from his inner suit jacket pocket and wrote on a napkin. He pushed it over to me with those long fingers.
“Thanks.” I took the napkin he’d scribbled the contact information on and began gathering my things. I was over my allotted time. “Now, I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll be on my way. Thanks for the contact. I’ll give…” I glanced at the business card. “…Mr. Scott a call using you as a reference. But as far as your old-school cacography on a napkin, if you’re really interested—work for it,” I challenged him as I finished collecting my belongings to leave.
I noticed from my periphery that Azmir pulled out that gold pocket watch to assess the time and pointedly gazed at my scurry. The watch was only a tad less intimidating since the first time I’d seen it, but nonetheless entrancing.
As I got up from the table and turned to walk away, I heard him mutter, “eight ten to five fifteen.”
Halting my stride, I turned to him. “Excuse me?”
“Your typical work hours. Eight ten to five fifteen. Sometimes, you stay until seven but you never go past eight, at least not to date.”
I studied his features as he returned the pocket watch into his jacket, amazed by his knowledge of my work hours, not knowing if I should be afraid or awed.
“Those types of hours make for a dull Ms. Brimm…” Azmir’s head cocked to the side with his tongue pushed into his molars and a salacious smile formed across his face. “…but we’ll do something about that.” Azmir’s eyes flickered with promise.
There was a hum in his voice, a longing, that made me smile and my belly flutter. For some reason I didn’t think it was intended for my entertainment but more of a declaration.
“I will see you Ms. Brimm,” Azmir yelled out in a more formal tone as I walked away.
“…and you, Mr. Jacobs,” I replied headed towards the door.~
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Here’s the info on the giveaway!
Prize: One winner will receive a $10 eGift Card from Amazon AND another winner will receive a $10 eGift Card from Barnes&Noble.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: In the comments section below, answer the following question: Who is Azmir’s best friend in the L.I.P. series? (You do not have to include your email address).
Deadline to enter: Sunday, October 27, 2013 at 11:59pm EST.
Note: By participating in this contest, the winner has given permission to RNIC to share his/her name and email address with the person conducting the contest so they can forward the prize(s). Prizes opened to U.S. and international entrants.
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