Join us in welcoming, Love Belvin, author of Waiting to Breathe to the site as she answers our interview questions and introduces us to her novel.
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?
I don’t watch television, generally, but when I do, it’s Scandal. If only I could apply for the coffee goffer position 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, it 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? Explain.
Yes and No. Romance supersedes the bounds of sex. You can write all the sex scenes in a book 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—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? Tell us about it and why.
There are several interesting scenes in Waiting to Breathe that stirs something within each time I read them. From the first installment, Love Delayed, often readers comment on when Stenton and Zoey’s son, Jordan, is christened. Zoey doesn’t inform or invite Stenton to the service. I believe it was to spite him. Zoey doesn’t understand why Stenton broke up with her. She’s frustrated and confused. Zoey knows that although Stenton hasn’t committed to her, he’s devoted to their son, so she plans this ceremony without his knowledge. Stenton learns about it at the last minute and arrives with his friends and family in tow, to Zoey’s pure shock, and seemingly at the perfect time. Zoey was feeling condemned and on display for judgment for her church community as an unwed mother. Stenton arrives and takes his rightful place by her side. After the ceremony, Stenton pulls Zoey to the side and rips into her for the mishap. He makes it clear that though he and Zoey aren’t together, he is still very much an active parent in their son’s life and will not tolerate being left out. It was a pivotal scene.
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.
Waiting to Breathe is a romance series that covers the tale of a complex love between a vibrant Princeton scholar, Zoey Barrett, and worldly NBA All-star rocker-boy, Stenton Rogers. Zoey has her life all planned out. She’s working hard at her degree and to help her family stay afloat financially. Stenton’s at the top of his game on the court, but off, his life is out of bounds. That is until he happens upon Zoey, who represents something that he’s never had—family. Her world is spun completely out of control when they intersect. The lengths he decides to go could destroy the future Stenton desperately desires to have with Zoey.
I was so flustered that when we arrived at my car, I turned to him and buried my face in my palms. “I know…I know…I know I’m supposed to be polite and come up with parting words…use proper etiquette.” My voice turned apologetic, pleading even. “But I really can’t think of anything, except for it’s been really cool getting to know you without the assistance of Google. It’s sped my summer up, and made what Angela did that much more bearable because at least I had someone to suffer with me. Uhhh…”
My eyes swept the ground below as I tried to think of something more.
“It was cool meeting a fellow-rocker. Now, I’m really going to look for that KISS t-shirt signed by Gene Simmons. Uhhh… It’s great to have that genre of music in common with someone who shares the same skin tone…or ethnicity…well, not so much of the latter because you’re mixed. And…uhhh…don’t worry about me stalking you. Here…” I pulled out my cell phone.
“I’ll delete your number. I swear I don’t have it memorized or written anywhere. You can go on ahead and delete me from Facebook and other sites now that we won’t be seeing each other. I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to get to know—”
“Zoey,” he called out again, pointedly. “Shut up.” I didn’t see a smile or hear humor in his tenor.
“W-why are you telling me to shut up?”
“Because I didn’t ask you out here tonight to say goodbye, per se—or at least I hope we’re not saying goodbye.” He changed his stance, lowering himself to align his gaze with mine. “I wanted to see you tonight because you challenged me with proving that my teeth are real.”
I stood there with my mouth facing the ground, trying to process what he’d said. For a moment, I was lost, unable to comprehend his intent. Just then, Stenton took me at the back of my head, aggressively pulling me into his hot hard frame and positioned his lips to align with mine. Immediately, my body melted into him.
His long fingers raked through my hair at the roots, gripping my scalp as he held me. On my tippy toes, and with my elongated neck, I stood enraptured as his lengthy and wide tongue swirled in my mouth, tasting every inch of my cavity, even the front of my teeth, between my gums. My belly stirred with carnal desire and my entire frame vibrated with sensual energy. I didn’t know how long he explored my mouth, neither could I think straight to measure. But I knew I didn’t want him to stop. I’d never been so thoroughly kissed. Never knew so much could be expressed and experienced through a kiss.
Stenton retracted his tongue then full lips, suddenly leaving me bereft. My eyes flickered open and caught his darkened orbs.
“That’s how you can assess my teeth,” he informed hoarsely.
Though he attempted humor, his eyes were slanted, heavy with need and his proximity dizzied me. I don’t think I’d ever smelled anything so virile in my life.
When he moved in again; I threw my hands up to the back of his head, feeling the soft and natural curls of his mane, meeting him half way, and my tongue was in his mouth before he could think about changing his mind. I didn’t go straight for his teeth, I went for his tongue. It was sweet like nectar and agile like the neck of a heron. I wanted more of it. And I took it, liberally.
There was a strong spurring sound that hurled from the back of his throat and even that tossed into my mouth deliciously.
“Yo, Rogers!” I heard in the distance, but didn’t allow it to interrupt my sensual and explorative adventure. “We gotta roll!”
Hearing that reminded me of his impending departure. It was then that I used my tongue to inspect his teeth, but no longer questioning the realness of them, just not wanting to leave an inch of his mouth undiscovered.
I don’t know who pulled away first. I only understood neither one of us wanted to. My breathing was ragged, and Stenton’s composure mangled. He thumbed his bottom lip as he looked out into the distance. When his eyes returned to me they were sharp, piercing with preoccupancy. He didn’t say anything when he walked off.
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About the Author
I’m the author of the Love’s Improbable Possibility and the Waiting to Breathe 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 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.
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