Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
For one night only. However, commitment has a habit of sneaking up on you. Then you have a choice, is it one night only or something more?
What surprised you the most while writing this book?
How it evolved
Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?
I love Barbados, and it was damp, raining and cold at home.
What is the sexiest trait of your hero(s)?
He’s innovative wink
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
Where she trips over and shows her underwear
What scene did you have to cut but wish could have been included?
You know? I didn’t delete from it, very unusual.
Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?
Romance, of any kind
What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?
Regency, romcom. I’m happy with all I read and write
Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
I find love scenes hardest these days
For one night only. However, commitment has a habit of sneaking up on you. Then you have a choice, is it one night only or something more? Ava Welsh has split from her toe-rag of a boyfriend and needs a partner for a wedding. Conal Camlin has waved bye-bye to his grasping girlfriend and needs a partner for an award night. When they literally bump into each other, they both have the same thought. Here’s someone to accompany me to a one-off event. Neither wants commitment, just a partner for that one special thing. Could they make this one night only thing work? Of course, they’ll need to spend time together, to make sure it looks real. But spending time together means you get to know each other. And when you get to know each other, you discover if you like each other. Can they really say goodbye and thank you, and go their separate ways after each single night, or could it be the start of something more? Will Valentine’s Day be the end of their no-commitment vows?
Excerpt from One Night Only
Ava Welsh glanced at the elaborately decorated piece of card in her hand and fought back the desire to rip it into tiny pieces and-or cry her eyes out. Why that on top of everything else?
In the space of a week, she’d split from Malc, her toe-rag of a boyfriend, who thought, as she had the better job, he should just give his up and sponge off her. Never going to happen, and he was most put out when she told him so. On reflection, she’d realised she’d paid for most things anyway, and enough was enough.
He’d retaliated by saying she was rubbish at sex and Ava had replied with, ‘It takes one to know one.’
That had been Monday.
Tuesday she’d had a visit from Clare, her best mate, saying Brad, her brother, was getting married at short notice and no, the bride wasn’t pregnant. They were just mushily in love and didn’t want to wait. Then she’d dropped the unwanted news that Ava was invited.
Just as she became a Billy—or was it Milly—no-mates?
Today was Wednesday and it was shaping up to be as bad.
The invitation to the wedding had arrived. And, to add insult to injury, the ceremony was on Valentine’s Day. Ironic or what? Everyone all loved-up, with cards from not-so-unknown admirers…and her. She would be card-less, admirer-less and less than enamoured with the whole thing. The fact she usually loved anything romantic, Ava chose to ignore. She was off men and romance big time. It was bad enough being partnerless, without love and romance being rubbed in ad nauseam. She knew Brad. He’d be so besotted with his bride, it would be hearts and flowers every which way and no doubt schmaltzy love songs on a continuous loop.
Ava was conscious she was being a damp squib and in any other circumstance she’d be shimmying around the room, high-fiving and deciding what to wear.
Because along with the invite was a note stating where the wedding was—a very exclusive venue in Barbados—and saying it would be a week’s visit. Plus, the information Brad had arranged for her to get the time off, as her boss was a friend of his family, and it was all expenses paid, tickets included.
The scribbled And we got your passport details from Clare solved one problem. The other was that, although there was no ticket for a plus one, another note said one could be accommodated with a flight nearer the wedding day, just email all the details.
Everything sorted except her feelings. And the knowledge that Clare knew Malc the toe-rag was no more and had passed the message on.
A multi-published, best selling author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a house much too big for them—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.