Monday, October 13, 2014

Author Interview- Alicia Dean

It's Monday and what better way to kick of the work week than with a good book. 
Celebrating her new release, I've got author Alicia Dean back with us.

 Welcome Alicia, like before, tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.

A: Amiable (I won’t say author because that’s too obvious.)
B: Burrower (I know it’s not a real word, but I love to stay inside for days at a time in my pajamas (with regular showering) writing, editing, reading and watching television.)
C: Cincinnati Reds Fan (Is that cheating since it needed the other words?)

What are your three favorite things?

Rainy/snowy/cold weather

 Was there any particular inspiration for your characters or story?

The idea came to me as I was trying to think of a Halloween/October themed story for the anthology. I knew I wanted to write my first ghost story, I just had to figure out who the ghost was going to be. At first, it was going to be my hero’s mother. Then, I decided it would be my heroine’s husband. The inspiration for my hero was Taylor Kinney from Chicago Fire, even though I don’t watch the show. He caught my eye in Vampire Diaries.

When not writing, what can you be found doing?

Watching a LOT of television, including MLB or NFL. Reading. Hanging with friends and family.

If you could spend the day with any celebrity, who would it be?

Dead or alive? No doubt, hands down, Elvis Presley. Wow…what a dream come true that would be. If they have to be living…uhm…Colin Farrell


A year after her husband’s death, Emily Tillman is ready to start dating again, and hopefully, find what she’s always wanted—marriage and children. But the man who broke her heart five years ago is back. And he’s anything but the marrying kind. 

Confirmed bachelor Reese Caster is perfectly content with his life—and he’s finally over Emily, the one woman who almost made him commit. Now, his world is rocked when her dead husband shows up, demanding that Reese pursue Emily to keep her out of the clutches of her latest suitor—a jerk who is only after her money. 

Being around Emily again has made Reese reconsider his bachelor life style. But now that the threat of the other man is gone, the pesky ghost wants Reese to break things off. Can he and Emily find the love they were denied, or will the ghost of her dead husband destroy their chances? 


Crossing the living room, she grabbed a fireplace poker. Her neck muscles tightened with wariness as she hurried to the door.
Cautiously, she peered through the peephole. Her tension eased when she found Caster standing on her porch.
She threw the door open. “Caster?” He wore olive green scrubs, and his face looked haggard, his mouth drawn into a frown. The porch light reflected in his eyes, making them look like chipped emeralds. “Is everything okay?”
He stepped inside and snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her against him in a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on fiercely. His muscles tensed, then relaxed beneath her hands.
“I’m sorry, I just…” He pulled away and looked into her eyes. One of his hands left her waist and cupped the back of her head. “I just…need you.” He bent his head and clamped his mouth onto hers. His lips moved against her, coaxing her lips apart, slipping his tongue inside, searching, seeking, ravaging her with his kiss. The scrape of his whiskers on her flesh was slightly painful, yet at the same time stimulating. Her knees weakened, and she stood on tiptoes, pressed her body into his, and returned the kiss. His hands slipped inside her robe, his fingers finding the flesh between her pajama top and bottoms. Heat scorched her skin, and she moaned deep in her throat.
With a strangled groan, he lifted his head, breaking the kiss. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out an unsteady breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan to…” He released her and stepped back.
She brought a trembling hand to her lips. Tingles washed over her skin, and she wrapped her robe more tightly around her body. “It—it’s okay.” She moved back and swept her arm out. “Do you want to come in?”
“I shouldn’t have come here at this time of night. You were sleeping.”
“I can see you’re upset. Want to tell me what happened? I can make coffee.”
“You sure?” His expression was a mixture of uncertainty and gratitude. She’d never seen Caster looking so…vulnerable, and it chipped away a little more at her heart. Danger…danger…

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Bio :

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.
Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

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  1. Thank you for having me, Angela. I LOVE your Halloween banner. Too cute.

    1. I couldn't resist, I thought it was too cute! Great blurb and excerpt. Certainly a great fall read.

    2. Haha, yes, SO cute! :) Thank you!

  2. I love the idea of this story! Perfect for an October night. Congratulations!

    1. Thank you so much! I appreciate you stopping by. :)

  3. Read your story yesterday and loved it! What a sweet, fun tale!

    1. Aw, thank you, Ashantay! I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. It was a lot of fun to write.

  4. I say we vote 'burrower' into being a real word- sounds like my cup of tea- and like a great Fall read as well.

    1. I second the motion! :) Thanks so much, Maureen!

  5. I've loved following your tour and hearing different excerpts instead of the same one on each stop. Both this book and NO MERCY are already on my Kindle and ready to go when life gives me a break. ...You hear that, Life? Breaktime. Please!

    Thanks for sharing this with us and for sharing your writing talent in general.