Is it possible to meet the love of your life in a liquor store? Molly assumes the bossy, muscular (gorgeous) man is a rude stock boy until he hands her his business card. Porter imports fine wine, and Molly sells fine… other things… in her very naughty boutique. A match made in heaven? Meet the Drummonds in this 2-hour prequel novella. Guaranteed HEA, no cliffhanger. But only read it if you’re mature enough to handle it. Steam level: Adult.
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
Meet the Drummond family in this prequel novella that introduces their series.
What surprised you the most while writing this book?
I learned more about Porter and his family than I expected and had a great time tapping in on the wine knowledge I’d gleaned over the years with my own family.
Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?
I’d already established Louisville, KY as the home base for the Drummond family. It’s not far from where I live, and I love it there.
What is the sexiest trait of your hero?
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
Probably their Skype session.
What scene did you have to cut but wish could have been included?
Since this was always intended to be a novella, it didn’t really have any room for a lot of suspense. That’s not really a scene, but the book could have been a lot longer.
Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?
I stay away from tropes, and it surprised me when a reviewer applied one to my book Save Her. I found myself saying, “Huh… I guess so.” I like to mix things up and break the rules too much to stick to a trope.
What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?
I love to write romantic suspense, and I love adding as much humor as possible.
Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
Hmm…when I read my books, I like to read the dialogue scenes. I’ve had a LOT of compliments, however, on the steamy ones. No complaints with those ever!
Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
I love it all.
An Excerpt from Porter the Importer
“My name is Dr. Delaney, and I’m calling in Molly’s behalf. She won’t be meeting you this evening. She’s fallen and can’t make it, I’m afraid.”
Molly furrowed her eyebrows and mouthed, Fallen?
There was a brief pause, and then Porter went on as Molly gawked at him, “Yes. I’m her doctor.” He winked at her.
“Yes, she’ll be fine, and I’m sure she’ll be able to meet you later next week during your regular office hours. As a matter of fact, let’s make an appointment for that right now, shall we?”
Another pause. “That sounds fine, professor. Molly will be there on Wednesday at 2:00 p.m. I’m sure she’s anxious to discuss her marketing questions with you—unless she figures out the answers herself in the meantime. And since she’s a smart young woman, I think there’s a good chance of that.” Porter smiled into the phone. “Thank you. Have a nice day.”
Porter disconnected the phone just as Molly spluttered, “What? You aren’t my doctor, and what are you talking about that I’ve ‘fallen?’”
“Oh, Molly.” He shook his head slightly. “Pretty name, by the way. Very wholesome-sounding. I like it.” Porter looked directly into her lovely brown eyes and declared, “You just don’t know it yet, but you have fallen head over heels. Of course, I’m not your doctor; I’m your new boyfriend, but we didn’t have to tell that stronzo, Soggy Bottom, the truth. I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, he carefully took hold of her hand and bent to kiss it. His beautiful green eyes sparkled as he wiggled his eyebrows at her with a satisfied smirk.
Molly gasped, and her brain completely short-circuited. His lips and his hand were so warm and gentle, she felt a jolt of arousal at his simple touch. She immediately wanted to feel those lips and hands in more places than her fingers, and the thought made her blush.
He pulled away, looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Don’t be late, beautiful.” Then he strode out the door singing “La Marseillaise” in French, punctuating the beat by swinging the bottle of wine in his hand like a conductor’s baton.
Molly was too dumbfounded to move for a moment and then heard a man clearing his throat behind her. It was the shopkeeper who had apparently witnessed the entire confounding exchange.
“He’s a great guy, miss. I’ve known him for a while now. Porter travels all over Italy and France and imports the most exquisite wines from tiny, unknown vineyards a lot of people ignore. The guy knows quality, I can tell you that. Give him a chance.”
Molly swung around to gape at the man. “What is this? Boss Molly Around Day or something? Does everyone think they can tell me what to do? Sheesh!” She threw up her hands and stomped out the door; cheery laughter followed her out.
He called me beautiful, she thought to herself. And that was some pick-up line.
Ariella Talix is the nom de plume of a genteel and creative lady who lives in America’s Heartland.
Her goal is to preserve the dignity of family members who would rather not be associated publicly with a woman who writes such scandalous and stimulating novels. She’s not going to stop writing them though.
She loves her family, pets, great books, not-so-great books that still entertain, and art.
Born and raised near the beaches of southern California, Ariella Talix traveled the world extensively and then found her true home in the Midwest. She has a second-degree black belt in Karate and has been a professional artist for many years. Her work is displayed in countries all over the world.
A sudden brainstorm prompted the first of her novels, Make Believe, and since then the ideas just keep tumbling out like an avalanche.