Please welcome my latest guest, C.A. Szarek, who is being interviewed today and talking about her latest book.
First of all, please would you introduce yourself to anyone lurking here?
C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice.
She works with kids when she’s not writing.
She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.
Sword’s Call (King’s Riders Book One) is C.A.’s first book, and published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. C.A. Collision Force (Crossing Forces Book 1), published by Total-E-Bound Publishing and was released June 28, 2013.
What made you decide to start writing?
I have always been a writer. Poetry when I was very young, and then short stories, that started morphing into novels when I was about 14. It’s just a part of me. I couldn’t imagine not writing.
What genre(s) do you write and how did you get into it/them?
I write a little of everything: Fantasy, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and the occasional YA.
I’ve always been into fantasy. Grew up reading the greats, Anne McCaffrey is my fave, and the genre will always be close to my heart.
That being said, I always wanted to be a cop and have been in to “Police stuff.” I never did becoming a police officer, but I have a Law Enforcement background, and I actually work in a court.
I adore paranormal because it’s a mix of both, sorta. *grin*
And YA, well, I work with kids, and sometimes a good story they can read will pop into my head.
Maybe someday day I will be published in all the genres I write.
Which do you find easier to write: series or standalone stories?
I seem to be addicted to series. I have two going on right now, and even when I intend there will only be “this one” some secondary character will pop up and demand he/she has more to them, and give me a story for them, so to speak. I think that’s the fun part of series. Falling in love with all characters and then seeing the secondaries come to the forefront in their own books. That way you can expand a world you (and hopefully readers) love. You get to stay there longer.
Do you write your stories in order from start to finish or do you write out of order?
One of the things I’ve learned about myself that is every book so far has been a different animal for me, even from the book before. Even if it’s the same series. So, I don’t know that I have a straight answer. Sometimes I am linear, chapter by chapter. Sometimes if a scene from later in the story occurs to me, I will write it. The more fresh in my mind, the better it seems to come out. So, sometimes I write “in order” and sometimes I don’t. I often write my sex scenes first. One I enjoy writing a good steamy scene and two, if I can get them together naked, it sometimes helps to figure out how they got that far with each other.
How do you keep disciplined in your writing?
I write every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s 100 or 1000, or even several thousand words, it’s words I didn’t have the day before. It keeps me in the story, and I have learned that consistency finishes books.
What do you like to do to relax when you aren’t writing?
I love to read, myself. I have a kindle and a nook, and usually tote them around so I always have something to read. I also love to scrapbook. But…I’m WAYYYYY behind on that.
Do you enjoy films and/or TV shows? Which are your favourites?
I watch waaaayyyyy too much TV. I enjoy a variety, from things like Game of Thronesto police shows like Law and Order: SVU. I love reality TV, too. I have a fascination with wedding shows. No clue why, really. I love to watch Bridezillasand things like I Found The Gown.
What are you working on at the moment, and what are we likely to see from you in the coming months?
I just finished writing Chance Collision (Crossing Forces Book Two) I am working on a novella that takes place in the Crossing Forces world. I will then hit book three in the Crossing Forces series, it doesn’t have a title yet, but I know who it’s about.
I also have a new release later in the year, Love’s Call (King’s Riders Book Two)which is the 2nd book in my fantasy romance series published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. I will be working on book 3 of that series soon, as well.
Please tell us about your latest book.
Book one in the Crossing Forces series
Bad boy FBI agent and feisty widowed police detective collide pursuing a human trafficker in small town Texas on their way to true love.
Bad boy, married to his job FBI agent Cole Lucas always gets his man. So when the unthinkable happens and one gets away, Cole grits his teeth and hunts human trafficker Carlo Maldonado all the way to Antioch, Texas, where he collides with Detective Andi MacLaren.
Cole doesn’t do small towns and doesn’t get involved with women he works with, but Andi tempts him in ways he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
Two murders, her partner shot and leading the investigation on her own, the last thing Andi needs is a cocky FBI agent who sees her as no more than a tagalong.
Widow and single mother Andi is used to being on her own. When Cole gets stuck without a place to stay, crashing on her couch puts them in dangerous territory.
Attraction and passion bring Andi to a place she’d left behind when her husband died. Her three-year-old son quickly wiggles his way into Cole’s heart, and he starts contemplating things—family, love—that he’d never planned for himself.
Can being forced to work together make them stronger or will their differences jeopardise their case and their hearts?
“Goodnight, Cole.” Obviously, she didn’t want to talk to him about anything, let alone his overdue apology.
“So, that’s it? You’re not going to accept my apology?”
“Not tonight. I’m tired, and we have a long day tomorrow.” She turned to go.
“Andi, wait.” Why was he calling her back? He could respect that she was still upset with him—she had every right to be. He’d gone a bit overboard with some of the things he’d said.
Keeping Cass’ phone call from her had been unnecessary from the start. He hadn’t needed to carry it on in the car after they’d left the warehouse. It’d only served to get her so pissed off at him she’d barely uttered a word all day. So much for getting somewhere on the case.
Andi glanced over her shoulder and Cole grabbed her wrist. He yanked her into his arms and covered her mouth with his.
He hadn’t intended to kiss her but as her soft, warm lips caressed his, Cole couldn’t have changed his mind even if he’d wanted to. Her curves hit his chest with enough impact that should have jarred him back into his head, but he was lost and overheated immediately. He wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her harder.
She fought him, but his mouth was demanding over hers, and Andi opened for him, melting against him, surrendering to him. She slipped her arms around his neck and Cole bit back a groan. Her taste, sweeter than he’d imagined, was like ripe berries. He needed more.
Andi whimpered against his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. His cock stood at attention, straining against his zipper. He moaned as her body melded to his, breasts to chest, hips to hips. Cole had to have her.
As he walked them back towards the couch, she pushed hard against his chest, breaking the kiss and shoving him away from her. They both panted hard.
“Don’t…don’t ever do that…again,” she stammered, the gorgeous swell of her breasts lifting and pulling her shirt taut as her chest heaved. He could see peaked nipples. His erection throbbed and he struggled for coherent thought.
Cole dragged his gaze to her face. Blue eyes wide, cheeks rosy, freckles noticeable, her lips swollen from his. Though she’d been appealing before, how she stood before him now blew that out of the water. She was gorgeous.
He needed to say something. Anything. Apologise? He wasn’t sorry in the least. Speechlessjust about covered it.
She trembled and rubbed her arm. It took all he was made of not to pull her back to him and kiss her again.
There was no chance to answer. Andi turned on her heel and fled down the hall, slipping into the room farthest away from the living room. She didn’t even pause to look at him as she slammed the door.
He winced. What the hell should he make of what had happened? He stared down the hallway for a moment, his heart pounding. Never in his life, not even when he was a teenager, had one kiss stirred him to the point that Andi’s had. Then she’d run from him. His body shook with unfulfilled need.
Cole couldn’t blame her, really. No way should he have given in to the urge to kiss her. But he had the sinking suspicion he would have to do it again—and more. He wouldn’t be able not to. And hell, she’d kissed him back.
The voice of reason chided that he didn’t get involved with women he worked with, but his cock certainly disagreed. He ignored them both and dragged his hand over his face. The morning would bring complications.
Cole sighed and glanced at the couch. It looked comfortable, but would he be able to sleep?
Where can we find you and your books on the web?
Where to find C.A.: