Join us in welcoming, Lindsay Evans, author of Snowy Mountain Nights to the site as she answers our interview questions and introduces us to her novel.
When is your favorite time of the day to make love?
First thing in the morning. It’s the perfect way to extend the sweetness of a good dream AND to start the day.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
Right now, I’d say New York. From a quick visit I was able to slip in a few months ago, I found the writing community there to be incredibly present, welcoming, and active. The city also seems to generally ooze creativity and inspiration in a way that makes me even forgive it for the cold.
Are you a good girlfriend? Explain why or why not.
Mostly damn good. Although the good comes in waves. I’m very attentive and will work hard to make sure my love has everything they need. But I can also be pretty selfish with my time. I love traveling and I love writing. Not much gets in the way of those two things.
What is your dream car and why?
MINI Cooper 2-door hardtop. They’re so sweet and adorable, plus great on gas.
Which TV show can you absolutely not miss every week?
I just got hooked on Empire. The show is entertaining and wonderful in so many ways. I even plan on live-tweeting it soon. Team #CookieAndJamal
Finish this sentence: I’m addicted to … baked goods! Croissants, carrot muffins, Jamaican hard dough bread, patties, olive and asiago baguettes… The smell of baked goods is my favorite perfume.
Is there such a thing as too much sex in a romance novel? Explain.
Not at all, especially if the book succeeds as a good romance. Meaning, the main characters are complex and interesting and the complications sufficient enough to draw out the deliciousness of the story, if the plot is as strong as the sex, gimme all the hot love-making I can stand.
Is there a scene in the book you particularly enjoy? Tell us about it and why.
In Snowy Mountain Nights, I love the scene when Garrison, relaxing shirtless by the fire, looks out his cabin window and sees Reyna and decides to follow her out into the snow. This is when they are finally alone together and aware of their mutual attraction for the first time. The moment sizzles with tension and you can practically feel their passion sizzling under the falling snow.
What was the nicest comment or most interesting question you’ve received from a reader?
The most wonderful comment I’ve ever gotten from a reader was just a few months ago. She told me that it was because of one of my books that she was able to see her own dark skin as beautiful, and that it felt really good to see characters like herself in books available in mainstream stores, characters living ordinary lives in which their dark skin was a fact and not something to be used against them or hated. I’ll never forget that.
What can readers expect from you next?
My next project coming out in September of this year is called An Affair of Pleasure. It’s about childhood friends and business partners who find themselves acknowledging their less-than-platonic feelings after one walks in on the other naked.
On a much-needed ski getaway with her girlfriends, the last person Reyna Allen wants to run into is the lawyer who ruined her life. The tattoo artist’s bitter divorce left her with nothing, and she blames her ex-husband’s attorney, Garrison Richards. Now firelight dinners, winter walks in the Adirondacks, and toe-curling chemistry are daring her to give in to the one man she refuses to ever trust.
Garrison is good at his job—and where Reyna’s concerned, he may have been a little too good. He regrets the role he played in her divorce, and intends to show Reyna that he’s found his moral compass since then. But as their mutual heat thaws her resolve, will doubts put the freeze on their relationship—before he can convince her that they’re the ones meant for happily ever after?
Garrison stared after the woman while his secretary’s words on the other end of the line fell away from him in a garble of sound. She was the same one he had been watching from before. Now that he’d seen her face, she was breathtaking; an Amazon with a hauntingly beautiful face and body. He drew a quiet breath, hypnotized by the sway of her hips under the green dress as she walked away. Halfway down the train, she sat down with her three friends, never once glancing back at him.
“Garrison, are you still there?”
It took him a few seconds to realize Anthea was trying to get his attention. He mentally shook himself.
“My apologies, Anthea. I’m right here.”
He finished going over the particulars of the Reichman divorce, yet another rich client with children who didn’t want to financially support his offspring, then went back to his seat. He could hear the muted strains of the woman and her friends’ conversation from where he sat. And he wasn’t the only man glancing in their direction. Annoyed with himself for his uncharacteristic fascination, Garrison opened a folder for a case still in arbitration, but couldn’t concentrate on a single word.
The woman’s eyes haunted him. They were black and intense, her gaze as regal and unflinching as a queen. He drew a swift breath of surprise as he abruptly recalled who she was and how he knew her.
Reyna. Reyna Barbieri.
He’d handled her divorce from her actor husband nearly five years before. From the look on her face, she had undoubtedly known who he was on sight. And she hadn’t been happy to see him.
Garrison remembered the first time he saw her. Ian Barbieri, a client of his whose ship had come in the form of a syndicated crime drama, was a few years into the TV show when he filed for divorce. Every fall, his face was up on billboards all over New York City, advertising the new installment of his show.
With his star burning bright through the network TV sky, Barbieri had breezed into Garrison’s office wanting a quick and surgical separation from his wife of nearly nine years. Garrison hadn’t been surprised. Although Ian Barbieri was a relatively small fish in the show business pond in New York, the rumor had been going around for months (with pictures included) that he was cheating on his high school sweetheart. That he left her to keep the home fires burning while he had sex with nearly every wannabe starlet and groupie in the city. What had surprised Garrison was that Barbieri’s wife hadn’t hired a lawyer of her own. Neither had she objected to any of the terms of the divorce that her ex proposed.
Garrison drafted the documents with the stipulations Barbieri wanted and arranged a meeting with the wife thinking that, since the divorce was uncontested, it would be an easy and quick process. Barbieri wanted to keep just about everything he’d made and acquired since the marriage, leaving his wife with nothing but her wedding ring. She hadn’t protested.
Then Reyna Barbieri walked into the conference room. Given Barbieri’s movie star looks, Garrison had been prepared for a similar creature, perfectly quaffed and artificial, the New York version of Hollywood. But Reyna had that wholesome loveliness that came from a life lived apart from show business. The air in his lungs stuttered at her natural, long-legged beauty. And the misery in her face.
Her shoulders were slumped. The floral, summer dress and light sweater were too insubstantial for the fall weather and too big for her body. The wounded and defenseless look of her made him want to protect her. Garrison wanted to pull her into his arms and shelter her from everything that he knew was to come.
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Deadline: March 1, 2015. 11:59 pm EST
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About the Author
Born in Jamaica, Lindsay Evans currently lives and writes in Atlanta, GA where she’s constantly on the hunt for inspiration, club in hand. She loves good food and romance and would happily travel to the ends of the earth for both. Her novels of sensual romance are available now.
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