Hello everyone. Today I have the pleasure of interviewing one of my Decadent Publishing sisters, romance author Jennah Scott. She has a new book out, but we’ll get to that soon enough.
NP: Tell us a little about yourself.
JS: Hmm let’s see. I live in Missouri, but I have been and will always be a Texan. I love cowboys and bad boys. Hockey and rodeo are my favorite sports. Love chocolate and mixed drinks. Please don’t ask me about wine because I’m clueless. J I’m addicted to tattoos. If asked Coke or Pepsi my answer is Dr. Pepper. I’m still new to the writing world as this is only my second year with published books.
NP: When did you first think to yourself, “I, Jennah Scott, am a writer.”
JS: About six months ago. It wasn’t until my royalty check came in. I don’t know why, but having that slip of paper made it all so real. I get a thrill every time I have a new book out or even get a new idea, but seeing the fruits of my labor…yeah, that hit home.
NP: In a movie about your life who would play you and why?
JS: Ummm Zooey Deschanel, but only as Jess from New Girl. She’s quirky and crazy and all around fun. I’d like to think I’m a little bit like her.
I have to admit though; I’m not a big movie aficionado. I like to watch them, but rarely know details about the cast. lol
NP: I’ve noticed that a lot of romance writers are visual in nature, meaning we like to drool over hot guys. Show us who you had in mind for the hero of your latest release. If he doesn’t have a shirt on, we won’t mind, but bottoms are a must, it’s a PG blog.
JS: My latest hero doesn’t actually have a picture. L There aren’t very many Native American guys who have pics with their shirts off. I’d say the one in the cover is pretty spot on. But, because you’re right about being visual, I shall provide you with a picture of a hero from an upcoming story. It’s one I’m hoping will be with Decadent for their new fairytale line.
NP: What advice would you give to an aspiring writer?
JS: Be patient and take your time. We all get excited to submit a new manuscript or query. I’ve done it too soon on more than one occasion. So I’ve learned the hard way that if you slow down and make sure it’s right before you hit send the results will be much better! I believe this is the hardest piece of advice to follow. I still struggle with it. But it’s the truest as well.
NP: Before you go, please give an analogy of what writing is like for you.
JS: Writing is an escape for me. I get to live vicariously through my characters and explore new locations, activities, and people. It’s the most fun I get to have all day.
Excuse me while I fan myself after seeing that picture. I’m sure you want to know more about Jennah’s latest release, so here you go. She's included the buy links so feel free to buy yourself a copy.
On a vacation she didn’t ask for, Annaliese Becker follows her muse from Dallas to Freewill, Wyoming. Along the way, she takes pictures and sketches monuments—like Devil’s Tower. A brief glimpse of a handsome Native American makes an impression on the artist.
Fulfilling a promise to his grandfather, Garrett Falcon stops at Devil’s Tower and spots a lovely woman. When he meets her in Freewill, he believes fate has spoken and pursues Annaliese—determined to convince her to stay in Freewill—with him.
Vacations are supposed to end, but her heart longs to stay in Freewill. Can Garrett convince her they were meant to be together?
The Devil’s Bond
About the Author:
Born and raised in Texas, Jennah is a transplant to Missouri long enough ago she should probably consider that her hometown. But she will forever be a Texan. She loves to write any story that will make a reader smile, laugh, and maybe even cry (although you won't ever hear her admit that she cries). Whether the next story she writes is contemporary, urban fantasy, LGBT, or whatever other crazy idea she comes up with, there will always be love and romance in the midst of trials and turmoil.
When she's not writing you can find her on Twitter, with her family, or buried in a book trying to escape reality for just a minute.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Devil’s Bond:
The clean scent of pine and sage from the prayer ties attached to the trees surrounded her. She added pieces of cloth to her mental checklist of details to include. These prayers represented the people of the area. The sacredness of the tower.
Over the years, she’d learned remembered sounds and fragrances added depth to her paintings.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” She turned around and found a park ranger behind her, his arms folded across his chest. The gold badge on his left pocket stood out against the green of his shirt.
“I’m sorry, but the park closes at sunset. I’m going to have to ask you to make your way down the trail.”
“No problem. I’ll just gather my things and head back. It’s so peaceful out here, I’d like to say I lost track of time. But that’s not true. The sunset was too hard to resist. I’m sure you understand.” She picked up her sketchbook, charcoals, and pencils then placed them in their respective spots in her bag. The sketch she’d started wasn’t complete, but she had enough to continue it once she’d settled into the hotel for the night.
The ranger offered a polite smile and held his hand out to help her stand. “I do, ma’am. It’s very peaceful out here. I’ve spent many nights under the stars, escaping the hustle and bustle of life.”
Oh, to see the night sky unhindered by city lights and sounds. “I can imagine. Have a nice evening.”
As Annaliese moved away from the ranger, she caught sight of another man a few feet off and to the left. The trees kept him hidden from her direct line of sight. Long, shiny, black-as-midnight hair fell down his back. From where she stood, only his profile was visible. He had skin the color of hot cocoa; sharp lines from his cheek and jawbone framed his face. He reached overhead and tied a purple swath of cloth to the tree. His lips moved, and she wondered what he was saying.
He tilted his head back and, for a split second, their gazes locked. She jumped, startled at the intense connection snapping between. A desire to remember his features, paint him, enveloped her artist’s senses.
A gruff sound from the ranger pulled her from her desires and daydreams. It was time to go. Freewill, Wyoming awaited her arrival.