Join us in welcoming Joy Avery, author of His Until Sunrise 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?
Being proposed to. My now husband gave me a box of chocolate roses with a ring attached to one of them. Then he got down on one knee.
What do you do for fun?
Other than read and write, I enjoy decorating cakes, watching movies and doing arts & crafts.
What type of music do you listen to?
I love the golden oldies: Otis Redding, Roy C, Johnnie Taylor, and Marvin Sease… The list goes on. I’m also a huge fan of Tupac and Anthony Hamilton.
What are your favorite types of movies to watch?
I love horror movies. I also enjoy suspense/thrillers, romance/romantic comedies and movies packed with action.
What types of books are on your bookshelf at home?
Romance novels, of course. There’s also: thrillers, recipes books, books on writing and tons of wedding books.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
Right here in North Carolina. I’m so a southern girl.
Short answer favorites: Dessert. City. Season. Type of hero. Type of heroine. Actor. Actress. Band/solo singer. Color. Cuisine.
Dessert: Triple chocolate cake; City: Raleigh; Season: Spring; Hero: Alpha/Beta mix; Heroine: Strong, but approachable; Actor: Danny Glover; Actress: Loretta Devine; Band/solo singer: Anthony Hamilton; Color: Purple; Cuisine: Lasagna
What flowers would be in your ideal bouquet?
Gerbera Daisies and Calla Lilies
Describe a period of time or occurrence in your life when you were completely embarrassed but can laugh about it now.
When I fell out of the front door of my mother’s house. A house I’ve entered and exited since I was five. Not sure what happened. One minute I’m opening the door, the next I’m falling out of it. Luckily, I didn’t injure myself.
What adjectives would your close friends use to describe you?
Loyal, authentic, compassionate
After learning her boss has scheduled a mandatory team-building excursion, financial planner Nona Rogers panics. What does she know about camping? Nada. Zilch. Heck, she doesn’t even like picnics. And the thought of sleeping amid bugs and wild animals knots her stomach.
No way can she risk looking like an idiot in front of her colleagues. Taking proactive measures, she acquires the services of a guide to give her a crash-course in camping. Seven days living off the land. How hard could it be? Nona swallows those words when she meets the sexy titan tasked with leading her into the wild. Getting mauled by a bear quickly becomes the least of her worries.
Mason Tinsdale’s first love has always been oil rigging. But a horrible accident has him doubting the job—more importantly, himself. Seven days in the Indigo Falls wilderness is just what he needs to sort out his thoughts. Then he meets Nona Rogers. He’s convinced the gorgeous woman is going to be far more trouble than she’s worth. And he’s right. However, there’s something about the feisty vixen that makes her irresistible.
Two guarded hearts. Seven days alone. An attraction that can’t be denied.
Book 1 in the Indigo Falls series.
“If you want to know something about me, you should ask me, not my brother,” he said, taking a seat next to her on the couch.
“You’re right. I apologize. I shouldn’t have been prying into your personal affairs.”
“Again,” Mason said.
“Well, lady and gentleman, I’m going to call it a night. I’ve had a long day,” Kincaid said, standing. He slapped Mason on the back as he strolled away.
Mason never took his eyes off of her. At that point, she wanted to flee along with Kincaid.
“Goodnight, Kincaid,” Nona said, breaking the draining eye contact. “Sweet dreams.”
Reluctantly, she eyed Mason again. The tension was so thick in the room that she could hardly breathe. The silence was torture. She forced a shaky smile. “Say something, Mason. You’re making me nervous.”
“You want to know what happen between my ex-wife and me? That was the question, right?” Mason said.
Nona lowered her eyes. “Yes.”
“Because…” She searched his face. “I want to know what causes all the pain I see in your eyes,” she said. Mason sat forward, rested his forearms on his thighs and stared at her. The depth of what she saw in his eyes made her heart bleed. “You can tell me to mind my own damn business. I won’t be offended.”
“You don’t give up, do you?” His gaze slid away from her. “I wanted to be her sapphire.”
A great amount of sincerity was present in his words. Words so powerful, a tear trickled from her eye. She understood what it was like to love someone with such fervor, then to realize it’d all been one-sided.
“Sometimes I feel so lonely,” she said, “With all of the people in my life, sometimes I feel as if I’m all by myself.” Tilting her head slightly, she asked, “Do you ever feel that way?”
He wrapped his large hand around hers and stared at their joined hands as if a school of thoughts were swimming in his head. When his eyes finally rose to meet hers, she realized he understood her completely, despite not answering. He leaned over and ran his thumb over her cheek, and his touch soothed her, but also awakened a firestorm of desire inside of her.
“You and I have something in common,” she said.
“What’s that?” he asked in a delicate voice.
“We’re both victims of selfish love.”
Mason rested his elbows on his thighs and leaned forward again. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Silence fell between them. The heat of his gaze threatened to suffocate her. Faking a yawn was her only refuge, her only defense against diving into his arms and begging him to kiss her again. “I should get some rest,” she said, inching off the couch.
When Mason caught her by the arm and stood, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Silent, they stared into each other’s eyes. Mason’s jaw flexed as if he were clinching his teeth. A beat later, his hand fell away. With every breath in her body, she wanted him to snatch her close and kiss her until her lips throbbed. She wouldn’t lie and say his inaction hadn’t disappointed her.
The last time she’d made a move, he’d pulled away. The next move was his to make. Moving away, Nona refused to look back as she climbed the stairs, refused to succumb to his body calling out to her. Trekking to her room was akin to walking against a strong current while shackled at the ankles.
Inside her room—a massive space that also donned a high ceiling and a fireplace that simply begged to be lit—she ventured straight to the balcony, a space the size of a small room itself, and gazed out over the land.
The full moon highlighted the sky, causing light to glisten off the water that rippled mere feet away from the house.
She closed her eyes and sucked in a lung full of the fresh air. For the first time since she’d arrived, the sounds of the night didn’t cause her to panic. The distant howl of something wild didn’t cause her to jolt. She would finally get a good night’s sleep. That’s if she could stop thinking about Mason.
A warm breeze kicked up, and Nona’s eyes opened slowly. She felt Mason’s presence even before he’d entered her room. Something in the atmosphere always shifted when he was near. The door creaked behind her, but instead of turning, she stayed rooted. Footsteps grew closer until he stood so close to her that she could feel his breath on her bare shoulder. It caused her to tingle all over.
His arm hooked around her waist, his palm resting flat on her abdomen. He inched her to him until her back nestled against his chest. It felt wonderful. It felt inevitable.
Mason’s lips hovered seductively close to her ear. “I should have knocked.”
Nona tilted her head back until it rested on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you?”
“I have no idea.” He sighed a tortured sound. “I thought I had it all figured out.”
“Had what all figured out?” Mason didn’t immediately answer, but when he did, her breath got caught in her throat.
“How to resist you.”
They’d clearly been struggling with the same problem. Of course, he didn’t need to know that.
Mason continued. “There is something about you that has me wanting you so much that I can hardly think straight when you’re around. My being here is a prime example.”
Nona smiled at his words, still not revealing her own desires. “It’s my feminine wiles.”
“The only thing I’ve figured out is that my resistance is futile, so I have to rely on yours. Say the word and I’ll leave.”
A moment passed, her in his arms, him making her feel as if she was his ultimate desire. “So, how do you suggest we satisfy your craving?”
“Give me tonight,” he said without hesitation.
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Deadline: May 1, 2015. 11:59 pm EST
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About the Author
Joy Avery is a contemporary romance author who loves watching her imaginary friends fall in love. When not crafting her next love story, she enjoys reading, spending time with the family, playing with her two dogs, and cake decorating.
She’s the author of the novels Smoke in the Citi, His Until Sunrise (book 1 in the Indigo Falls series), Cupid’s Error-a Valentine’s novella, and His Ultimate Desire (book 2 in the Indigo Falls series-April 2015).
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