So happy you’re here today, Simone!
How did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
In my stories I love to explore sensuality and spirituality but I never know what strange settings or characters will be involved.
If you could be one of your characters who would you choose and why?
In my first book, besides the heroine, I’m really drawn to the hero’s sister. She’s so vital and straightforward. That’s probably the opposite of my own personality. I’m probably more like the heroine Jenna, who’s quiet and tends to second guess herself a lot.
Describe what you think a reader will learn about you after reading your book?
What I hope they will see is that I care deeply about turning out great fiction with strong plots and memorable characters.
Describe the “perfect” hero? What about the “perfect” hero for you?
- He doesn’t have to look like a supermodel. There are some quirks that can be better called cute than gorgeous. Mainly it should be obvious he takes care of himself with grooming and health awareness. His body should show that he doesn’t spend his days and nights in front of a television scarfing down fast food and beers. He should have enough muscles so you can visualize him working up a good sweat, but not breathing too heavily.
- He’s got strength and confidence. I want a man who knows what he wants, is willing to get and he cares about what his woman thinks and wants too. He cares enough about their relationship to take what may seem like extreme measures.
- A sense of humor is important. I like a hero able to laugh at himself and at life. Even the dark, tortured heroes have to be able to smile now and then, especially when he’s with his woman.
- Devotion is probably the most important characteristic of a sexy man to me. Call it commitment, love, enthusiasm, faithfulness. He is happy when he’s with his woman.
What do you want readers to know about your writing process?
Readers don’t always understand that writing is something we have to do and that urge can sometimes be frustrating. But when it’s working, it is sheer joy.
How did you get started in writing?
I became addicted to reading around age eight when my teacher read aloud Charlotte’s Web to the class. When I was in high school I began writing my own novels.
What is this romance writer’s idea of the “perfect romantic evening”?
Two people doing something that is fun for them both. Eating in a cozy restaurant where you can take your time talking. Then going home and indulge one another’s pleasures in bed.
For some people it’s chocolate. What is your favorite “comfort food”?
Ice cream with lots of chocolate syrup!
Don’t forget about the contest for my If You Think I’m Sexy blog tour, March 2011. To enter my contest, leave a comment below about what you find sexy. Go to website www.simoneeden.blogspot.com to find a list of other stops on the tour and visit them and leave comments as well. The more blogs you visit and comment on the more chances to win. All names from the blog tour will be entered in a drawing for a $20 Amazon.com gift card at the end of the March 2011.
About my latest novel.
The shape-shifting cat-like creatures called Baashi, have hidden from humans for eons. Jenna, a computer specialist at a laboratory where the Baashi are being experimented on, has begun to despise what is happening to the mysterious creatures. Keth, a male of the Baashi, returns from a journey to find his pack being captured and disappearing into a lab. He’ll do anyting to get inside that lab and rescue his people. Jenna and Keth are bound together in a series of mind-shattering encounters. But in order to be together, one of them will have to betray their own kind.
Here’s a brief excerpt from my current book Spell of the Cat. You be the judge of how sexy the shape-shifter Keth is.
Golden yellow eyes blinked at her, then closed as it laid its head back down, a purr rumbling from its body. The aides at the lab called the animals were-cats instead of the official scientific name created by Dr. Phillips. Gazing into this animal’s golden eyes, she could believe it.
Jenna shrugged her perplexity away. She’d done all she could at this point. Its breathing sounded more regular and it seemed to be sleeping naturally now.
She carried the animal to the couch in the nearby living room space and threw a light blanket over it.
“You are magnificent,” she murmured. She dug her hands into the soft fur and stroked her hands up and down its ribs. She could now tell that the animal’s fur wasn’t a monotone color, but a luxurious mottled blend of warm browns, golds, and black. The cat stretched and nuzzled against her. In helpless fascination, Jenna allowed it to make itself comfortable.
She’d been impressed by the cats at the lab, but this one made her blood rush through her body with wonder. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it or keep her hands out of its fur. She felt, rather than heard, the deep rumble in its chest.
Jenna continued to stroke the cat on her lap, watching the TV show. Snowball gave them both a jealous sniff and stalked off with her nose in the air.
The program barely registered in her mind as a warm buzz spread throughout her being, making her more and more sleepy. Finally she eased from beneath the cat, went into her bedroom and closed the door.
* * * *
Keth snapped awake. A tiny house cat was snuggled up against him. When he moved, it sneezed delicately and scooted closer. Keth eased himself away. A pain reminded him of his predicament and the night’s events. He stretched his body while absorbing the sensual awareness from the nearby human woman. The woman with her strong, beautiful spirit.
Being with her had started to heal him. His bones were stitching back together; the pain lessening. His friends had brought him to this house because of the powerful healing he needed. Since ancient times, energy had flowed between Baashi and humans in a therapeutic symbiosis, benefiting both. The Baashi had once been viewed as gods but when humans began to try to control and exploit the power, the Baashi went into hiding, roaming the earth in small feral packs.
A pulse on the side of his head teased Keth with the woman’s nearness. The bond between them was already woven thick. His inner mys itched to join with her. Leaping to his feet, Keth concentrated on transforming. A knot of pain protested the exertion of his power but he focused harder. With sparkling and crackling, his body wrenched into man form and he stood upright, naked, shaking long dark hair back from his eyes. The woman’s house cat backed away from him, hissing and flicking its tail in antagonism. Keth ignored it.
Scratches marred his muscular legs, a bruise discolored the golden skin over his ribs. He ran one hand through his hair. He still had a headache, but he felt much better than when he arrived here. He looked towards the woman’s door.
One more exchange with her should finish his healing. On bare feet, air caressing his naked skin, he padded across the living room. But when he reached for the doorknob, the little cat sprang out and sank its teeth into his toe. Keth cursed, his leg reflexively kicking out. The animal tumbled across the floor and righted itself at once, hissing and arching its back. Keth hissed a warning of his own. The cat backed down and Keth turned the knob on the door.
There was no sound within the room as he eased the door open. Keth slipped inside and shut the door behind him, leaning back against it. The woman on the bed lay in a deep sleep due to the enspelling nature of the mys bond he’d cast between them. A stream of light from the slightly opened bathroom door flowed over her honey-caramel skin. She was an exquisite dessert laid out for him. Her hair was hidden by a cranberry colored wrap, which suited her skin tone, but he knew rich mahogany waves of hair fell past her shoulders. Dark lashes swept her cheeks and rosy lips were parted. The unconscious sensuality of the scene warmed his core and caused his erection to thicken and rise further. He hungered for the most direct connection, physical joining.