Hi Kelly! Welcome to The Book Tart. Congratulations on your new release Sweet Deal today from Samhain. I was fortunate enough to get my paws on a reviewer copy and can’t wait to talk to you about it. And Happy Release Day to you… Happy Release Day to you… What? Yes, I’m singing.
Thank you so much! And thanks for interviewing me!
Random side question. Are you one of those people who listen to elevator music/mall music or do you tune it out? I listen to it, but if it’s bad I try to tune it out. I love music.
If Yes, Do you sing in the car? Totally! It’s the only place I’ll sing out loud. Other than maybe church on Christmas Eve when we sing Christmas carols.
I just finished reading Sweet Deal and it is my first time reading your work. I loved the story! I am in love with Jake, though I adore him with Shelby… But, I want a clone of him for me. <g> I get into my feelings more on the story in my review. I want to be friends with Shelby and can relate to some of her insecurities and emotions. And I enjoyed watching the “Sweet Deal” Shelby and Jake had develop into something neither one of them expected.
Can you recommend other books of yours I should try next? Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it! Sweet Deal is one of my less “erotic” books (although it’s still pretty hot!) but if you like straight contemporary romance, my “hockey stories” are pretty popular (Breakaway, Faceoff and One Man Advantage). Also Friends With Benefits is similar to Sweet Deal.
I loved reading about Shelby’s girl friends and hope you have plot bunnies in your brain hopping about with stories for Myra and Riley and eventually maybe Kiara too? And as a side benefit getting to see more of characters I’ve already grown to love. Please tell me you have sequels planned after Sweet Deal?! I do! I hope to write stories for all those girls! Kiara especially deserves a happy ending, don’t you think? But she’ll need some time…
Oh! The dynamic between Shelby and her neighbor girl Taylor was a delight. Though the background story of why Shelby started making cookies is a bit bittersweet, it felt very real and honest and it helped express who she is now and how she can take negatives and turn them into… well, cookies! <g> I read that you like to cook…Do you bake cookies and if so is there a type you are especially fond of? I like to cook, but I don’t actually bake much! Baking requires more precision, careful measuring of ingredients and you can’t start substituting a lot of things, whereas when I cook, I like to just eyeball measurements, and add more of ingredients I like and less of ones I don’t, and generally mess around with the recipe! Having said all that, I do like cookies! But I’m fussy. I don’t like packaged store bought cookies. I like chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven that are softy and chewy with melty chocolate. I love sugar cookies and peanut butter cookies and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. My favorite cookie is shortbread…mmmm.
Do you have a recipe a recipe you would like to share?
Here’s a favorite version of shortbread from my sister:
1 ½ cups flour
2/3 cup quick cooking oatmeal
1 cup butter
2/3 cup brown sugar
Combine all ingredients in a mixing bowl and mix with fingers until well blended and crumbly. Press firmly and evenly into a buttered 10 x 15 pan. Bake @ 300⁰ F for 45 minutes. Cut while warm, cool before removing from pan. (Cut small pieces – they’re really rich!)
I also heard that you LOVE shoes! Once I learned that I began to notice the mentions in the story of Shelby’s stilettos. Did you have a specific pair of shoes in mind for Shelby or maybe a fantasy pair of shoes you wish you had or that you just added to your collection?
Shelby wears a pair of pink stilettos that I own! I love those shoes. I found a picture of them!
We would love a picture of your fantasy pair of shoes or your favorite pair, if you want to share
SYNOPSIS AND SPECIAL EXCERPT FROM SWEET DEAL
The relationship is pretend. The chemistry…isn’t.
After her last job ended with a broken heart and a humiliating exit from the company, Shelby Leighton’s project management career is back on track with a new job and a high-profile project. The problem: her new boss is a little too friendly, and the staff is talking. Can you say, “déjà vu?” The solution: casually mention a fictional new boyfriend.
New problem: She’s expected to bring her new man to the upcoming corporate picnic.
Jake Magill doesn’t do relationships. It’s casual or nothing, but the hot blonde he’s been eyeing at the coffee shop sure is something. Especially when she confesses her problem, and he finds himself offering to act as her date.
Sounds simple. Stroll around the party with Shelby’s sexy curves clinging to his arm? He’s all over it. Until he meets her boss—the man who once stole and married the one woman Jake thought he loved.
Now Jake’s the one with a reason to pretend. If only to save his own pride…and Shelby from the predatory gaze of the man who could ruin her, and any chance of finding out if their fake connection is the real thing.
Contains one desperate lady in need, and a pretend boyfriend who shows impressive dedication to nailing all—and then some—elements of his role. Oh my!
Copyright © 2012 by Kelly Jamieson
They drank another beer, chatted a bit more, danced again. As the evening grew cooler, Shelby slipped on a hoodie she’d brought. She almost forgot to be aware of where Andrew was, and whether he was watching them. As the crowd dwindled, she looked at Jake with regret.
“We could leave now,” she said softly. “I think our mission is accomplished.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He nodded and set down the cola he’d requested instead of beer last time. “I’ll drive you back to your car.”
“Oh. Yeah.” She hesitated. “You know, that wasn’t very smart of me, but I think I’ve had too much to drink.” She bit her bottom lip as she met his eyes. “I completely forgot I had to drive.”
“That’s okay. I’ll just drive you home then. Will you be able to get your car tomorrow?”
Things were pleasantly blurry as they walked hand in hand toward the parking lot. “Yeah, I’ll get it somehow. But thanks for driving me home. Geez, I feel so stupid.”
“You are far from stupid, Shelby Rose.”
“I like how you call me that,” she confessed. He opened the passenger door of his Audi SUV, and she paused. “Man, this is a high vehicle.”
“It is for an elf,” he said. “Here.” He lifted her and sat her on the passenger seat, then closed her door.
“Hey!” But he was walking around the vehicle to his side. She glared at him when he slid in and he grinned.
“I’m teasing.” He leaned over and brushed his mouth across hers, sending tingles cascading over her whole body. She blinked at him, then remembered to fasten her seatbelt.
He parked on the street in front of her apartment building in the quiet residential neighborhood and walked with her to the door. As she paused at the door, the shadows of the tall queen palm shifting moonlight over and around them, he slipped his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face. She stared back at him, her gaze moving over his dark eyes, crinkled at the corners as he smiled, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the sexy curve of his lower lip. Oh. Her breath whooshed out of her.
Heat expanded, the air around them feeling like it might ignite, and then they were wrapped in each other’s arms, mouths fused together in a hot, impetuous kiss, bold, frantic and hungry.
His arms crushed her to him, her purse thunked to the ground and her feet lifted as he hauled her higher and tighter to his body.
“Jesus,” he muttered against her mouth, before taking it again in another devouring kiss. She kissed him back, mindless, frenzied. The sexual tension that had been smoldering inside her all evening burst into flames. Heat swept over her.
His tongue dragged over hers, licked her bottom lip, then his mouth sealed over hers again. An intense ache bloomed low in her belly, and she slid her hands into his hair, holding his head, and she kissed him back, a full-mouthed, full-bodied kiss that had more heat exploding between them.
Eventually, she pulled back, panting, heart hammering, and gasped, “Wait.”
He made a sound like a groan.
“We don’t have to do this,” she wheezed. “This was supposed to be an act.”
He made a derisive noise. “Yeah. It was supposed to be. But don’t tell me you don’t feel it too, Shelby Rose.”
His hands tightened on her ass, pulling her against him, and she felt his erection against her belly. Holy crap, he was big. She’d made him that hard. And he’d made her so wet her panties were soaked. You couldn’t fake that kind of reaction. She gazed up at him, uncertain of what to do now.
“Invite me in,” he ordered softly.
She licked her lips. She wanted to, she really, really did, but she’d made this mistake before. Slept with guys too soon, because they got her all hot and bothered, because dammit she liked men, and she loved sex. Her friends had analyzed to death her tendency to fall into bed with men and she knew it had to do with wanting attention from them, and she was determined she was done with all that. But all those old doubts fell away when she studied him, remembering what he’d done for her that evening, how he’d helped her, how he’d really cared that she fixed things with her boss, and a tender warmth spread through her. She was lost.
Thank you Kelly for this special excerpt from Sweet Deal I am so happy to share it. And thank you again for stopping by and visiting with us here at The Book Tart.
Thank you so much for having me here Kat!
Kelly Jamieson – Bio
I’m a married mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of my imagination. When I’m not writing I’m usually reading. I also like to cook and that means I like to read cookbooks and cooking magazines. In the summer I enjoy spending time gardening and in the winter I like to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues. I love lying on the beach or on my deck with a glass of wine and a good book. I also love to travel. As you can see, pretty much all my activities involve reading somehow! Although I don’t have as much time for it any more, I also love to shop, especially for clothes and shoes. Some think I’m obsessed with shoes but that is not true (although my husband would point out that there is no room left in our closet).
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