Happy Wednesday Readers, I've got the wonderful Rachel Brimble with us today. Read on to find out what this Harlequin author has been up to.
Hi Rachel, thanks for being with us today.
Can you tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C?
What are your three favorite things?
What for you is the best part of writing?
Best part is the second and third drafts. I love when I have the book written and can dive back in to make it better because by now I fully know and love my characters.
What is the worst?
Worst part is the plotting. It never, ever gets any easier!
Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?
Yes! The next book is my very first Christmas book and due out November 4th – Christmas At The Cove is the fourth book in my Harlequin Templeton Cove series and I am finishing the first draft of book five as we speak.
*Author Note: You will find the cover for this book following the end of our interview.
Favorite item of clothing in your closet?
My jeans – especially my many black pairs of skinny jeans. I like to feel comfortable, but in my black jeans whether teemed with a t-shirt, shirt or fancy top, I always feel presentable too.
Rachel’s latest release is What Belongs To Her (Harlequin Superromance), a contemporary romance set in the fictional UK seaside town of Templeton Cove.
She's ready to take back what's hers
Since the moment a local crime boss claimed ownership of her family's fairground, Sasha Todd has dreamed of righting the wrong. Now it's time to act, and backing down from the man's estranged son is definitely not an option. After all, giving up her legacy to hot-blooded John Jordon means losing the chance to finally heal the wounds in her past.
Stopping John in his tracks—and resisting the sizzle between them—is Sasha's best defense. But there's more to him than she thought, which changes everything. With what matters most at stake, she'll have to risk a brand-new future with John, or walk away from the man whose heart belongs to her.
He turned and his dark blue eyes, aflame with anger, pinned Sasha to the spot. She forced herself to stand still as his gaze languidly glided over her face, lingering for a moment at her lips. No smile lifted the corners of his mouth. No softness seeped into his hardened study.
She smiled even as her stomach knotted. “Hi.”
He continued to stare.
Okay, so he’s got that sexy, broody thing going on, but since when does a guy––any guy––leave me speechless? Say something…
“Well, you’re all sorts of angry, aren’t you?” Great, Sasha. Just poetic.
He lifted an eyebrow and turned his focus back to the ride.
She frowned and glared at his profile, feeling like an idiot. The guy needed to take a serious chill pill. Did he think he had a monopoly on being pissed off? Wakey, wakey, Mister, the entire human race holds a grudge of one kind or another.
“I was only trying to make conversation. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine.” She shrugged. “I haven’t seen you before and, as I’m the person running things around here, I thought you might appreciate a friendly word, a kind welcome. My name’s Sasha––”
“I know who you are.”
She stiffened. The deep, smooth lilt of his upper English class voice filled her with equal measure of attraction and warning. “Pardon me?”
He faced her and crossed his arms across his broad chest. “You’re Sasha Todd, exceptionally pretty and svelte manageress of this fairground, known so lovingly as Funland. You work for Kyle Jordon. Although, while Kyle’s currently boarding at Her Majesty’s pleasure in prison, you are undoubtedly forced to answer to his bull mastiff of a lapdog, the wonderfully charming and partially toothed Freddy Campton. Am I right?”
Sasha crossed her arms, mimicking his stance as irritation simmered inside her. “Yes, but who––”
“How do you feel about that, Miss Todd?”
“Moreover, how are you going to feel knowing from tomorrow, you’ll be answering to me and not him?”
Sasha froze as his words filtered through her mind. Her heart pounded and hot heat seared her cheeks. What the hell did he just say? She uncrossed her arms and splayed her hands on her hips. “Is this some kind of joke?”
A flicker of amusement lit his eyes before he blinked and they turned cold once more. “No joke. From tomorrow you’ll be reporting to me.”
Panic and disbelief hurtled through her. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She huffed out a laugh. “I don’t think so. Who are you?”
“Your new boss.”
She grinned, hoping it would coerce some semblance of a smile to his lips and make him tell her he was kidding. “Very funny. You’re a funny guy, Mr…”
“You don’t believe me?” His face remained unnervingly impassive.
Okay, enough was enough. Sasha glared. “I asked you who you are. If you want to toss a revelation like that at me, the least you can do is tell me your name. Not that I’m likely to believe a word you say after this little, slightly creepy, performance.”
He uncrossed his arms and offered his hand, which she took without thinking. His hand enveloped hers. Warm, smooth and unnervingly large. Why did she have the sudden and unwelcome suspicion nothing about this guy was small or weak?
“John Jordon.” He shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Rachel lives with her husband and two teenage daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to Harlequin Superromance and a further three in 2013. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington--her debut was released in April 2013 and she has since signed for three more.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.
She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!