August 5th - September 30
Released - September 2013
***Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Elene chose you to represent her?
I think Elene chose me because she knows that I'm always putting my best foot forward. No Southern belle worth her salt is going to fail to be anything other than mannerly and genteel.
***Tell us a little about yourself?
Well, I'm from Charleston, West Virginia, but I left to go to college in Chicago and haven't been back other than to visit family. I'm currently a Chemistry professor at Pinewood University in River Rock, Vermont.
Describe yourself in five words.
Fiesty, friendly, passionate, cautious, reserved
What is your birth date? (Historicals this is a good lead in for your’s, Contemps I recommend having character refuse to answer)
Sugar, that's not a question I'm likely to answer. That's just not polite to ask of a lady.
What music do you listen too?
80s pop all the way. That was my era – and that's the closest you'll get to knowing my age.
Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light?
I'm around. I believe Elene has decided that it's Mona's day in the sun and she is one of my best friends. I have a feeling I'll get at least a curtain call in her story.
Where have we seen you before?
I was also in Awakening. That was Elene's first book you know. She told Claire, my other best friend's story. Claire was a mess, but she came through it. This go round it was her turn to help me out. I think we'll both be putting in time with Mona.
Is there anything you wish Elene had kept their mouth shut about?
Well, I'm not too crazy about her sharing the scene in Victor's shop. It was embarrassing enough to have him and Claire see me that way, but now the entire world gets to see my melt down. But, I had to concede it was important to the story. Still, it doesn't sit well.
Tell us about Connor what drew you to him/her?
There aren't words to describe Connor. He's thoughtful and kind. He pushes me to be my best. Which, truthfully, can get a little irritating, but I'd rather be irritated with him that lose him again.
I can't really say what drew me to him. The chemistry was instant, but it was his courtesy. I think. Kind of weird, huh. But he was so willing to accommodate my quirks that I just couldn't say no to him.
What do you do to relax?
I run. I just lose myself in the tempo of the music I listen to and the burn of my muscles. It's one of the few times I exist just in the moment.
What about the woman on the cover is that a fair representation of you?
Yes. She looks like me and her eyes are green like mine. I'm flattered by the picture. The woman is quite beautiful.
What your favorite Ice cream flavor, Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry?
Chocolate. Without a doubt. Growing up I always ate Chocolate Mousse Royale ice cream from Baskin Robbins.
What is your biggest fear?
Spiders. I can't stand spiders. I know they do their part and kill other, worse bugs, but I can't stand those eight-legged ich-monsters.
*** Best Bar-B-Que*** Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Kansas
Texas. I visited there and fell in love with the state and their Bar-B-Que.
There you have it another vote for Texas.... Thank you for coming to play at my blog today. I wish you and yours the very best.
Want to know more about Bridget check out her book.
Bridget Ross is a woman with a shameful secret. Despite a life full of success and close friends she denies herself her true desires in penance for the crimes she can't take back.
Connor Reynolds is a man without a purpose. His own tragic past prevents him from putting down roots and pursuing his dreams.
Their paths collide forcing them to face the ultimate question … is their love worth confronting their deepest fears and insecurities?
About the Author
Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning children's stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening - a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.
“I have no idea why you don’t see yourself as sexy, but you are. From your brain all the way down to your perfectly painted toes. Everything about you is erotic as hell. You get me hard in the same breath that you intrigue me with some thought you just spoke.”
She turned her eyes away and flushed even deeper at the mention of him getting hard over her. She was no prude, but she wasn’t used to men so casually discussing sexual things with her.
He didn’t say anything else, but he did shift until he was sitting more closely beside her. She could feel the heat from his skin through the jeans he wore. The cotton of his T-shirt did nothing to mask it either. A soft breeze washed over them and she could smell the light woodsy scent of whatever soap he used. Her entire body was instantly attuned to his.
She saw his hand move but was still surprised when he gently tipped her chin up to look at him. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but the depth of the desire she saw in his face was not it. She responded almost violently. Her nipples sprang to life, hardening and tingling against the simple cotton of her bra. She went liquid at her core and her heart rate kicked up a notch.
“I want to kiss you, Bridget. Hell, let’s be real, I want to do a whole hell of a lot more than that, but I want to start with kissing you.”
His eyes had deepened to an almost gunmetal gray with lust. She was completely mesmerized by his obvious desire for her, by the touch of his fingers on her chin, by the scent of his body so closed to hers. She didn’t bother reaching for words, she just nodded.
He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. They were warm, and soft. As he deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth, she could feel the rasp of stubble from where he’d shaved earlier that day. His tongue leisurely explored her mouth. No crevice went without tending, but he didn’t force his attention on her.
His hand ran gently up her body, stopping briefly to cup her breast. He lingered but a moment as if testing the weight and shape before moving up her body. She luxuriated in the feel of him. The soft invasion of his tongue in her mouth was both foreign and familiar throwing her even further off kilter.
She moaned and leaned into him bringing one hand to rest on his thigh which flexed under her fingers. Her blood was thrumming through her veins and she felt her body tuning to him. Any lingering embarrassment over the portrait was forgotten as she gave herself up to his kiss.
She could kiss him forever.
Connor brought his hand to her neck and exerted gentle pressure to lean her backwards at the same time he turned and subtly shifted his body to cover hers.
She didn’t think, she simply reacted. Her knee connected with his balls and he exploded back from her curling into the fetal position with a sharp cry.
“Connor!” she scrambled to her hands and knees as realization sank in, “Oh my god! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
Hot tears began to run down her face and she chanted her apology over and over. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were clamped closed and he rocked back and forth, the pain evident on his face.
It was time to face facts. There was no use pretending anymore. She was just too broken.