People say that writing is
a solitary occupation and to a great extent it is. I mean, no one can do the
writing for you, nor would you want them to. But it also takes a lot of
research, especially for me. I am known as Miss Picky because I go to great
lengths to get things right.
When I was writing Finding Julia, there were some specific
scenes in the story that I needed details on. For example, there’s a cabin in
the woods in Massachusetts. I had to know if there was still open land outside
Boston, where it was, how much open space, all that good stuff. I managed to
find a real estate agent who was willing to take time out of her busy day to answer
my questions, although I think she was secretly hoping I was actually looking
for property to buy.
There is also a scene at
a restaurant called Harry’s House. Now this is of course a fictional
Unfortunately it no
longer exists. Singer Anita Baker bought it and planned to turn it into a
recording studio. She ran into so much resistance she built an IHop instead.
Kind of like when my late husband and I went to Texarkana to see some of the
historic landmarks of his ancestors and at one spot found a Taco Bell.
Oh, well.
So what's the book about?
Sometimes life is not fair. For Julia Patterson, meeting Luke Buchanan
opened the door to a new reality and brought her to life as a woman. In his arms
she learns for the first time how real passion and emotion could enrich her. He claims her body with the pleasure of erotic sex and his heart with
unrestricted love. But Fate was laughing at Julia, just as she is about to step
over the threshold into a wonderful new life. When her almost-ex-husband
Charles is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition her divorce is put on hold
along with the rest of her life. Turning her back on Luke and the intense
passion they shared is the most difficult thing she’s ever done.
But Julia has a secret, one that Charles has discovered and uses like a club.
Thirteen years later when Luke walks back into her life the passion and emotion
are just as explosive as ever. Will they finally have their chance at happiness
or will her secret destroy it forever?
Excerpt:
“Our executive vice
president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive
staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he
can.”
Great. Would he expect
her to do it all over again for him?
She sighed and began her
presentation again.
It was well into the
afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute
when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to
the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every
one of her nerve endings.
The man who silently took
a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one
hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she
had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character
etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver
reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly
rakehell look.
The classic dark business
suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura
of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain.
She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In
her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did.
Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to
let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her
judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.
“Let me interrupt a
moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive
vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”
“I’m pleased you could
join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her
voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.
Lucas Buchanan nodded at
her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”
She struggled to pick up
the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands
unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her
presentation.
Author bio:
Known the world over as the oldest living author of erotic romance, and
referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi
Times and numerous other national and international publications.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each
story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance
Junkies)
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Thanks so mjuch for hosting me today, Suz.
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