RNIC is delighted to spotlight author Lore Ree’s latest release, Ricochet! Let’s all welcome her to the blog!
What is your favorite body part on a man or woman?
His smile.Gah! A nice smile gets me every time. I mean, yeah when the shirt comes off, I can appreciate a nice set of abs as much as the next girl. But when a man is fully clothed, looking at me from a distance, and able to unleash the power of a sexy smile on me … It’s game over.
Which TV show(s) can you absolutely not miss every week?
AMERICA NINJA WARRIOR and LOVE AND HIP HOP: ATLANTA.
It sounds random—since they are on two complete sides of the spectrum—but they each scratch an itch for me. Who doesn’t love friendly competition one hour, then flip the switch to reality TV drama the next? Good times.
What would the title of the movie about your life?
The Girl Who Knew Nothing.
And I’m not even joking. Sometimes, me and my friends, my sisters, and my cousins will kick back, reminisce about old times, and take a moment to reflect on how little we actually knew (and still don’t know) about life. It’s crazy. Life is crazy. And I learn something new every day. Like the fact that I really haven’t gotten this whole life and living thing figured out. Maybe one day.
Did you always want to be a writer? If not, what else did you want to do?
I’ve always wanted to be a writer—I’ve written since I was younger. But, to be honest, I never thought it was something that would come to fruition. Until a few months ago, it was still a distant dream. Actually, it’s still a dream. I’ve published one book, but it’s just the beginning. My real dream, I’ve realized, is to have a body of work to leave behind one day.
How do you celebrate each book release?
I’ve only released RICOCHET so far, but to celebrate I toasted with my family, danced around a little bit (by myself LOL) and sent a quick thank you prayer to God that I actually did it. That’s probably what I’ll always do. My family is more supportive then I ever thought possible. I know how lucky I am, and what they put up with when I’m simply “unavailable,” so celebrating each milestone with them seems fitting.
What inspired you to write your latest release?
RICOCHET, my debut release, was inspired by a song. The name of the song, if you want to check it out, is called “Rebound Chick” by Nelson Freitas. Much like RICOCHET it’s from a guy’s perspective. After getting left by his girlfriendhe goes out in search of “getting over her” with the next chick. But unlike the song, in the story my MC—Miles Bedford—does find love and all that.
Is there such a thing as too much sex in a romance novel? Explain.
Nope! Well, not when it comes to the erotica genre at least. I mean, if the book is pitched and promoted as something else—say the promise of a strong plot or emotional connection for example—only for it to end up being mindless sex after sex, after sex, in each chapter but nothing of substance? Then, yes that would be a good example of when it’s too much. That’s probably a good example of false advertising, too! Just saying. But other than that, I repeat: Nope!!!! Lol. No such thing as too much sex for me.
Would any of your books make a good movie? Which actors/actresses do you see in the lead roles?
Well I guess this is a good time to mention (see: plug) my next release, even though it’s only half way complete, and I mention it again down below. The working title is HIGH STAKES. If it were to ever be made into a movie, then the hero (a term I use loosely for him) “Julian” would be played by Jesse Williams and the heroine, “Selena”, is America Ferrera. They are both who I picture when I’m writing.
Do you have a favorite hero/heroine you’ve written? What makes them special?
So far, it just might be Selena—the heroine of my current work in progress. And she’s my favorite because … well, she’s as normal as they come. She’s a beautiful woman who knows she’s beautiful at times, yet depending on the day she battles with the ups and downs of self-esteem issues. She’s neither vain nor self-deprecating. She’s been dealt with some heavy blows, but she’s strong when she needs to be. She makes mistakes like the rest of us. She’s not afraid to cry, but she’s not afraid to cuss someone out, either. I don’t know … I can’t explain it. I just connect with her—even when she’s pissing me off and throwing my outline for a loop. She’s me. She’s my friends. She’s the good and bad I see in all the women in my life.
What can readers expect from you next?
Well … the working title of my next release is titled HIGH STAKES which I kind of mentioned above. The long story short of it is it’s about a woman who falls in love with what else? A bad boy. Though he’s not the bad guy per se, he’s also not that much of a good guy, either. He’s into everything shady, makes no apologies about it, and has no intention of changing that. He’s driven by greed and fear, and wants it all at whatever costs. He’s also not afraid to love or be loved—he’s just not willing to give up his lifestyle for it. It’s up to her to decide if she can handle him as is.
My favorite quote from it so far is:“When all was said and done he was nothing but a con-artist, and I was just another beautiful fool who fell for his lies.”
Blurb for Ricochet
“The Rebound Effect” states that in order to get over your ex, you have to get under someone else. At least, that’s what Miles Bedford’s best friend keeps telling him. So when he’s suddenly ricocheted back into the single life, Miles has one thing in mind. The plan is simple, and his intentions are clear. He’s not looking for love. But sometimes all it takes is one person, and one weekend, to change everything.
I stepped into the hallway, making sure the latch blocked the door from closing all the way. Taking another deep breath, I put the phone back to my ear. “Hello?”
“Who was that?”
“I heard a female’s voice talking in the background.” The cautious tone when Arianna first called was gone—now she sounded as if she were angry, maybe jealous. Audacity at its finest. “Is that your new girl or something?”
I didn’t like that she heard Noelle’s voice, and that it made her feel like she knew anything going on my life. “She,” I lowered my voice to keep from yelling, “Is none of your damn business. What do you want?”
“I’ve missed you.” She didn’t say it expectantly, like she’d wanted me to return the thought. It was so said so matter-of-fact it almost threw me off.
Groaning in annoyance, I banged the back of my head against the wall. This … I didn’t have time for this … for her. “Arianna, you left—”
“I know,” she rushed her words. “And I regret it so much. You—”
“It doesn’t matter.” We talked over each other—her trying to make a point, and me not wanting to hear it.
“Let me repeat myself.” I paced down the hallway. “You … left … me. You left. You don’t get to miss me now. You don’t get to call me out of the blue like—why are you calling me anyway?” How many times was I going to have to ask that before she got to the point?
“My birthday was couple weeks ago,” she started, voice low, pained. “You didn’t call.”
“Why would I?” I laughed. I knew it was condescending, I meant it to be—she needed to feel, hear, how much I didn’t give a shit anymore. I hadn’t realize it before, but I’d been waiting for this moment, waiting to say my peace. Waiting to finally admit how much she’d hurt me. Now, life was giving it to me a on a silver platter, and I was going to take full advantage. “On second thought”— I stopped pacing and took a breath—“I’m glad you called now. If you’d called before I’m pretty sure I would have hung up on you, or I would have reminded you how bad you hurt me when you left, but in a way, that would have been a lie.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Let me finish.” I had to grit my teeth to rein in my anger. She got to say everything she wanted to say when she ended things. It was my turn to talk. “Leaving me the way you did, it hurt like a bitch. I have no reason to deny that. Hearing you were with someone else so soon afterward cut deep. If it wasn’t for Warren and my sister, I’d probably still be sitting around my house wondering what went wrong. But the only thing that went wrong was you—you were wrong for doing it the way you did. I was pissed and hurt, but now … I’m thankful. I didn’t realize how thankful I was until now. You saved us from a future of being miserable and resenting each other. You saved me from hating you later on.”
“Hating me, Miles? Wow?” That sarcastic-type tone was back. I hated when she’d bring that out in the middle of a serious conversation. Now, it just made me roll my eyes.
“I don’t hate you.” It was dumb I had to clarify that, but she needed to understand she wasn’t important enough for such a strong emotion. “All you did was break up with me. That’s not cause for hate.”
“Do you ever miss me?” She skipped over what I’d just. Her voice sounded hopeful.
“Arianna, why did you call?”
There was a pause, a long pause that left me unsettled, before she sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to know how you’re doing.”
I looked back at the door, knowing Noelle was still in my room when she could have copped an attitude and left at any time. I smiled at how she made me feel. “I’m good. I’m happy.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel at hearing that.”
“It doesn’t matter how you feel.” My words were blunt, to the point. I was done with this conversation. Done with making Noelle wait for me while I went back and forth with Arianna—someone who no longer deserved a minute of my time. “I have to go.”
With a soft voice, she ended the call.
Pocketing my phone, I leaned back against the wall and waited. I knew that at any moment it would hit me. I would miss Arianna. I would call her back, ask her for a better explanation of why she’d left, or … something. My heart would stammer in my chest at the realization I missed her like crazy. An epiphany would fall from the sky reminding me how lonely, how meaningless my life had been since she left.
None of that happened.
Noelle’s whisper echoed down the quiet hall, scaring the shit out of me.
“Sorry.” She giggled at my wide eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” My voice came out slow, like I was confused. My heart rate seemed to speed up. My mind fought against demanding some sort of explanation as to why she hadn’t called me after her birthday—after we hooked up that weekend. Before I registered taking a step forward, I was standing in front of Noelle, touching her cheek. Being near her without touching always felt like some sort of torture. Everything I should have felt about Arianna, I felt with Noelle.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. I just … I just had an epiphany.”
Here’s the info on the giveaway!
Prize: A signed paperback of RICOCHET.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to the RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: Entries are simple, answer any ONE of the questions I answered above.
Deadline: Contest ends Friday August 31 at 11:59 pm 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). Prize open to U.S. and international entrants.
About the Author
I began exploring my love for writing as a child, when I started penning original poetry. However, it wasn’t until early 2012 that I picked up a pen—or my phone, if you want to get technical—to write my first full length story.
I write romance targeted to a more mature audience of readers. My stories fall under the categories of Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Erotica.
When asked why I choose these genres, my answer is simple: I like reading things that are on the sexier side. So that’s what I try to write, too.
At the end of the day, I guess you can say I’m a daydreamer and a word mixologist hoping to serve my readers up stories they can enjoy. Ricochet is my debut—novella—and was released in July 2014.
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Laurel Cremant is an opinionated author and reader of romance with a wicked sense of humor. RNIC was smart (or crazy) to bring her on as a blogger. In 2016 she took over the management of this site and relishes her new title of “Overlord of Awesome”