Hello and welcome Kenzie Michaels to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.
So lets begin.
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
Thanks for letting me take over today Sam! I’m author Kenzie Michaels, the ‘wild child’ side of Molly Daniels. I was ‘born’ in 2008 when Molly decided she didn’t want her teenage readers being exposed to racier material. I live in Indiana with my spouse, three kids, two dogs, one cat, and right now, our two honorary grandchildren.
SC: My pleasure.
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?
My fifth grade student teacher introduced the concept of creative writing to me. We were learning how to write stories at the time, and one day he put on a record and told us to write down whatever story came to mind. From that day on, I realized I could get the stories in my head down on paper. I was the child who hated playing Barbies with my friends, because I didn’t understand how they couldn’t follow the ‘script’ inside my head. And in the ninth grade, I think I was the only one who was excited when the teacher announced we’d write creatively every other Friday. I think I wrote my first story in Study Hall, then revised it on the first Creative Friday.
And in college, I couldn’t find the book I wanted to read, so I wrote it. I drove my roommate crazy with my 3am ‘brainstorms’, ha ha!
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.
My first acceptance was a fluke. I’d submitted All She Ever Wanted once and been turned down. I promptly sent it off to a smaller publisher, and was very surprised to learn it had been conditionally accepted; it was too short. I spent two months adding several more chapters and sent it back. One week later, I had a signed contract, and the book was released four months later.
SC: Excellent. Everyone has a different acceptance story and I love it.
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?
5) What are you currently writing?
In addition to editing three other manuscripts, I’m working on a ‘dancing with the stars’ themed book, which will either be mainstream or Christian Inspirational. I haven’t decided yet which way it will go. Think Nicholas Sparks with a happy ending.
SC: Love happy endings and you sound busy.
6) What inspires you most when you write?
Music. I somehow have the ability to block everything out when I’m writing, and sometimes I don’t even hear the music. But it gets me going!
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
I’ve had both good and bad. I’ve had issues with emails getting lost; editors getting stressed out and overworked; and ones which spoiled me rotten. I’ve had publishers who answer email and those I’ve had to chase down on social media sites. So it just depends on the day, the publisher, and the mood everyone’s in. The trick is to be patient, and not let snarky attitudes sneak into your correspondence until everyone’s on the same page! Read it over and think before you hit ‘send’.
SC: That is the problem with email, things get lost in translation so to speak.
8) What are you reading now?
In e-format, I’m reading my friend Bronwyn Green’s book, Guardian’s Challenge. In print format (yes, I read two books at once!), Suzanne Enoch’s Rules of Engagement.
9) What are your guilty pleasures?
Chocolate covered pretzels, classic TV, and four Reality shows: Survivor, Celebrity Apprentice, Big Brother, and Next Food Network Star.
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?
Don’t let anyone stand in the way of your dream. If you want your work published, learn everything you can. Talk with other published authors and keep writing and submitting. Join a critique group. But Do. Not. Give. Up!
SC: Excellent advice.
This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.
Thanks for having me today Sam! And for an added bonus, since this is Release Day, I’ll choose a lucky commenter to receive a free copy of Appetite For Desire.
It has been a pleasure having you 🙂
Dustin James is shocked to learn the sexy blonde he met two days earlier is none other than his father’s caterer who also works at the country club he’s recently joined. When he can’t keep his hands off of her, is lust for her sexy body all he wants, or is it love?
Courtney Bright defied the rules by admitting her attraction to the new customer at the country club. But when she realizes her feelings aren’t just sexual, will she take a chance on love, or is her job more important?
She tried one of the apples and spit it out into a napkin.
“Are you ill or do you just not like the taste of your own cooking?” an amused voice said.
Courtney whirled around. Nancy had chided her several times for tasting the food. Now she’d been caught red-handed.
“I was just seeing if I’d learned to like baked apples yet.” Just act brave… “Dustin?”
“Courtney?” Dustin’s eyes were wide. “I just came in to thank you for sending more food out and to let you know how much we enjoyed it. Looks as if you’ve enjoyed it as well.” He indicated the chicken carcass, the leftover sauce in the measuring cup, the remnants of the rice and vegetables, and raised an eyebrow at her.
Trying to stay calm, she went for the direct approach. “I don’t serve anything I wouldn’t eat myself. Except, of course, for the dishes I don’t personally like.”
“Does this happen often? Not liking certain foods, I mean?” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms.
She met his gaze squarely. “Not often. Then I just trust other people’s judgment.” She felt her knees shake and told herself it had nothing to do with his golden brown eyes.
Tyler chose that moment to return with an armful of dirty plates. “Oh, excuse me, sir. We’re just about finished.”
“That’s fine. Just paying my compliments to the chef.” He turned and exited the room.
Courtney sagged against the stove. Tyler looked bewildered. “What did I miss, Court?”
“Nothing. He just caught me spitting out a piece of apple.” Courtney shook her head and helped Tyler scrape the leftovers into the trash. “I just hope he doesn’t report me.”
“He shouldn’t. He was out there joking with his kids. And Mr. James was impressed with the fact you sent out seconds,” Tyler opened the dishwasher.
“If that wasn’t Mr. James, then who was that?” Courtney wondered.
Tyler shrugged. “The son? The younger kids called him ’Dad’ and Mr. James ‘Grandpa’, so it has to be his son.”
Courtney sighed. “At least it wasn’t anyone I recognized from the club. Maybe I won’t get in trouble.”
WARNING ADULT EXCERPT:
He was certainly no slouch in body gyrations. Courtney smiled as he matched her move for move, and somehow she instinctively knew what he would do next. She felt his hands skimming her hips, and she retaliated by placing hers on his biceps. She danced closer, moved his thigh between hers and locked eyes with him. She sensed the unspoken hint of future pleasure. At the end of the suggestive song, he twirled her sideways and dipped her, his left arm supporting her as his lips descended on hers. She no longer wanted to be in a public place with him.
“We make quite a team,” he murmured in her ear as he let her up. “Want to go somewhere quieter and talk?”
Her good sense vanished. She still tasted him on her lips and she wanted more. She nodded and clasped his hand as they made their way through the crowd and out of the bar.
Once outside in the muted hallway of the hotel, Dustin swung her into his arms and pinned her against the wall next to the row of pay phones. His tongue invaded her warm mouth, gently stroking hers, and Courtney ached to be closer to him. His arms snuck under her shirt and up her damp back, deftly unhooked her bra and moved around to cup her generous breasts in each palm.
Courtney moaned into his mouth as he rolled her nipples between her fingers. His kiss sent longing straight to her crotch, and she knew the moisture soaking her panties had nothing to do with the heat of the nightclub.
Dustin’s mouth left hers and traveled to her ear. “Courtney,” he breathed as he lightly pinched her nipples. “I want you. Come with me?”
“Where?” Her mind was fuzzy with the spiraling sensations his fingers caused.