Today it’s the irrepressible and irresistible Samantha Holt’s turn to bare all. Read on for Samantha’s interview and a scintillating excerpt from her latest release, To Steal a Highlander’s Heart.
Welcome, Samantha! So, how long have you been writing romance?
Just over a year and a bit. It feels longer.
In what subgenres of romance do you write?
I’m currently only published in historical romance but I’ve just signed a short anthology cowboy story and I’ve got a fantasy romance coming out soon!
What’s the hardest thing about writing for you?
Probably the editing process. I like to think I’m fairly open to what betas and editors think but I always have a moment where my pride gets in the way and I have to force myself to let go of an instinctive defensiveness so I can take it all on board.
And what do you enjoy the most about the process?
The excitement before you start a story and those scenes where it really does flow from your fingertips. I love reading it back and going ‘Did I write that?’
Do you have a favorite type of male and female lead characters? Tough, tender, crafty, flawed, dangerous, voluptuous/muscular, lean/svelte…?
Tortured heroes are my absolute favourite. Big, muscular, scarred, tortured heroes. They are always flawed but inherently chivalrous and good-hearted.
And here are some quickies, just for fun:
Your favorite beverage while writing?
It’s a cliché, but coffee. Has to be frothy though.
I’m not really a snacker but I have a weakness for croissants.
Music or silence as you work?
Music. Rock/Alternative rock, usually.
Fave animal, real or imaginary?
Hottest man alive?
And most gorgeous woman?
North and South. It’s a BBC series technically but it is movie standard.
If You Only Knew by Shinedown
In three words, describe your personal style in high school:
Confused, geeky, skatery.
And your personal style today:
Fairly mainstream. Sometimes I still wear some of my old rock t-shirts from my uni days but I tend to like fashion, even if I don’t follow it perfectly. I’m usually pretty well groomed when outside of the house.
And finally, because I do love a good giggle, have you got a joke – silly, raunchy, or groan-inducing – to share?
Seems God was just about done creating the universe and had a couple of left-over things left in his bag of creations, so he stopped by to visit Adam and Eve in the Garden. He told the couple that one of the things he had to give away was the ability to stand up and pee.
“It’s a very handy thing,” God told the couple who he found hanging around under an apple tree. “I was wondering if either one of you wanted that ability.”
Adam popped a cork, jumped up and begged, “Oh, give that to me! I’d love to be able to do that! It seems the sort of thing a Man should do. Oh please, oh please, oh please, let me have that ability. It would be so great! When I’mworking in the garden or naming the animals, I could just let it rip, I’d be so cool. Oh please God let it be me who you give that gift to, let me stand and pee, oh please……….” On and on he went like an excited little boy (who had to pee).
Eve just smiled and shook her head at the display. She told God that if Adam really wanted it so badly, and it sure seemed to be the sort of thing that would make him happy, she really wouldn’t mind if Adam were the one given the ability to stand up and pee.
And so it was. And it was…well, good.
“Fine,” God said, looking back into his bag of left-over gifts. “And what do we have left here? Oh yes, multiple orgasms…”
(~ hee hee, love it Samantha ~ Bebe)
More about Samantha! ~
Samantha resides in Warwickshire, England with her twin girls and her husband. She’s a romance addict and has been devouring all kinds of romance for as long as she can remember.
A huge history buff, Samantha likes to blend her love of the past with her love of romance and create thrilling and passionate tales set to medieval backdrops. She thinks there’s nothing sexier than a rugged warrior and a feisty maiden falling head over heels for each other.
To Steal a Highlander’s Heart
Alana sets eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior. Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue.
Unfortunately for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile, the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry.
Morgann has his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war. He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive. When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the faery’s meddling help or hinder his cause?
An adults-only excerpt from To Steal a Highlander’s Heart ~
Morgann’s gaze roved over her. Every part of her scalded. Her stomach knotted and her skin grew sensitised. She pressed her thighs together. A hand reached down to draw up her ankle, making her bend her leg. Rough fingers explored the arch of her foot, then the back of her knee and the responsive skin on her inner thigh. She quivered and quaked with each touch, small sounds that she had no control over escaping her.
“Alana.” His voice cracked at the end of her name. “Sweet Lord, I had no idea… yer too good for me. A more beautiful lassie I’ve never seen.”
Alana beamed at his words, tears of delight tingling in her eyes. She meant to respond but his fingers continued their journey over her body and she forgot how to speak. Squeezing briefly at her hips, he teased a finger over her stomach, dipped into her belly button before he skimmed her ribs and settled over one breast.
Her back left the bed at the exquisite feel of rugged male flesh on her own soft skin. She gazed at him as he teased her nipple. Lowering his head, he took it into his mouth.
By God, if he made her feel like that with just his mouth… Sharp heat around her breast made her head swim as he flicked her nipple with his tongue and sucked leisurely at it. He nipped briefly with his teeth, a sweet contrast to his soothing licks.
“Mo chridhe,” he murmured as his lips tickled over her skin, tracing her collarbone before seeking her mouth.
The endearment destroyed any remaining restraint and her hands flew around his shoulders, pinning him. A faint growl emanated from Morgann as he took her mouth. He pressed a hand under her back, moulding her to him as he kissed her with such intensity that her head spun. Gone was his teasing touch and careful restraint. The warrior remained, the one that her body sought with a need so ancient it made her shake.
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