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Sylvia Kane | Author-Reader Match: BACK FOR MORE + Giveaway!
Author Guest / June 10, 2019

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-Reader Match” where we introduce you to authors as a reader you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present SYLVIA KANE! What I Write About: Contemporary romance that’s heavy on the steam, with a lot of emotion and character growth. My heroes and heroines aren’t cookie-cutter…they’re real, but lovable people who have to find a way to be together. My latest release is Back For More, a brother’s best friend romance set in Manhattan about a Wall Street attorney who can turn anyone’s head and his best bud’s little sister, for whom he’s always carried a torch. About Me: Thirty-something lawyer-turned-author who’s a bit of a cynic but absolutely believes in true love. I’ve always had a bit of a perfectionist streak, and am naturally high-strung, but writing helps me relax. I’m an avid volleyball player, and just starting out with gardening. My six and three-year-old girls keep me busy, and insane! My husband of ten years is amazingly supportive of my writing career. What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: Doesn’t mind scorching scenes that send your heart…

Ashley Dyer | In My End Is My Beginning: The Cutting Room + Exclusive Excerpt
Author Guest / June 10, 2019

Here’s how it happened: I’d just submitted Splinter in the Blood to my agent (Felicity Blunt), expecting it to go out with more of a whimper than a bang—and it confounded my wildest expectations, receiving keen interest from publishers worldwide. This was 2017, the genre du jour was domestic noir, and Splinter was a serial killer thriller—my first, after publishing 12 crime and mystery novels, and the fulfillment of a twenty-year ambition. A self-indulgent treat that might be seen as self-destructive, given that it seemed the publishing world was focused elsewhere, but at that point, I wasn’t thinking beyond Splinter: you see, I’d convinced myself that novel #13 would be my last, so I thought, What the heck… The London Book Fair was just days away, interest was hotting up, and multiple bids were on the horizon. But one of the foreign rights scouts wanted to know about the next book. Did I have any ideas, Felicity wondered, “Even a para you could put together?” As a rule, I start jotting down notes and ideas about the next book two-thirds the way through the one I’m currently writing. This time, I had nothing—why would I, when book thirteen was sure…