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Emily Greenwood | Gentlemen Prefer Mischief
Author Guest / December 13, 2013

Thanks so much for having me at Fresh Fiction! My December release is GENTLEMEN PREFER MISCHIEF. As you might guess from the title, it’s a Regency-era story, and it’s a little playful. I love a story that can make me laugh while also touching my heart, and I hope that’s the kind of experience readers have with this book. I thought it would be fun to do a little character interview with my hero, Hal, Viscount Roxham. Tell us about you in five words or fewer: Playful, athletic, loyal, flirtatious (might as well be honest, *winks*) What do you see as your purpose in life? Do we have to get so serious right away? I’m not wild about that word “purpose”—it’s kind of stuffy. How about my purpose for today, which, actually, is pretty entertaining: my neighbor Lily Teagarden asked for my help in solving the mystery of the lights and sounds that have been observed in the woods between our properties, which people think are being caused by an evil spirit. I’ve been away for several years and just came back to my estate, so this was news to me. You know was else was news to me? Lily’s…

Susanna Ives | Confessions
Author Guest / December 13, 2013

Hello, my name is Susanna, and I’m a writer. Years ago, my friend, the amazingly talented writer Tina Whittle, and I decided to go on a writing retreat at a horse ranch where we didn’t ride a single horse, but rambled about the grounds, drank wine, ate chocolate and talked about writing. We are great at chatting about writing, whereas actually putting words on paper is a different matter. She was about to get published by a prestigious press, and I was about to not get published for several more years. We had that great writerly philosophical discussion of what it means to your identity and psychology to admit in public that you are a writer. So when the business manager asked that fateful, “what do you do?” Tina took a breath and said, “I’m a writer.” A clear, concise statement to the universe. I hedged about the matter, saying I was a writer, mommy, web developer, pet owner, housekeeper, etc. Anything I could say to dilute that psychologically pungent word: writer. After all, I wasn’t really a writer. Real writers were published. And then a miracle happened, my book RAKES AND RADISHES was picked up by Carina Press. This…