Welcome to 10 – 4 Tuesday!
10 – 4 Tuesday is a quick way to get to know an author and their latest release. I will ask our guest to share 10 things about themselves and their book and then 4 questions for fun :) So let’s get started.
Today I’d like to welcome Naima Simone! She’ll be sharing her 10, followed by her 4 and then an excerpt from her book SECRETS AND SINS: MALACHIM :)
Naima is also offering a treasure chest of amazing GIVEAWAYS….click here for more deets and to enter!!
Thanks for joining us for 10 – 4 Tuesday Naima!!!
First the 10:
To start out, tell us a bit about yourself.
Hi, Christine! And thank you for having me on 10 – 4 Tuesday! About me. I’m a domestically-challenged wife and very patient mother—just ask the kids and they’d better say yes if they know what’s good for them!—an identical twin—the smarter, prettier half, just ask me—a devourer of romance books, Cherry Cokes and Symphony chocolate bars, and yes, a romance writer!
Love it!!! What’s genre (s) do you write?
A few. Contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal. And since I was first published in 2009 with Ellora’s Cave a good number of those are erotic. I still get my naughty on! ;-D
Are there any other genres you’d like to write or are thinking about?
Honestly, I would like to one day write a Christian fiction book along the lines of Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress or C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Of course mine will be a love story, have “relations” in it…but I could definitely see talking animals in it…that shapeshift…
Do you prefer to write at a certain time of day, or are you one of those lucky authors who can write wherever and whenever?
When I have a deadline looming like the last day of sunlight before a period of night when carnivorous aliens will burst out of the ground and feast on human flesh, yes, I am one of those lucky authors. At other times I prefer the morning and afternoon. Um, did anyone else catch that Pitch Black reference… Hee-hee!
What’s the easiest part of writing for you?
I don’t know if it’s easy or if it’s the part I most enjoy, but the characterization is the best part for me. Shaping my characters, defining who they are, where they come from, their issues, why they have them. I love that. Might be the psychology major in me…or because I’m reeeaaaally nosy! LOL!
What was your favorite and least favorite part about writing this book?
Malachim was a little more difficult for me because it’s the sophomore book in the series. I knew what my characters’ stories were, I knew the suspense part of the book, and roughly what was going to happen. But I had a hard time finding their voices individually and together as a couple falling for each other. So again, my favorite part was figuring out who they were as people and why they were. And my least favorite was winging their story in some instances. As their voices started coming to me I had to go back and change several parts of the book to line up with that. But now that the book is finished and their story is complete, I wouldn’t change the process for the world!
Why should we read your book?
I can only tell you from my point of view, which—granted—is a bit biased. It’s a story of two wounded and guarded people who somehow find their way to each other. A story of forgiveness and healing. But most of all it’s a story of love, trust, and power. All that AND a mystery to solve!
You definitely leave me wanting to read your story! What do you hope readers walk away with when they finish your book?
As cliché as it sounds, I hope they walk away with the belief that love conquers all. And I want them to walk away with my story still in their head.
Love that :) Do you have a writing companion or something you must have when writing…such as a candle burning, a pet sitting by your side, a certain song playing, or your lucky socks cozying up your feet?
My writing companion is music. And coffee. The three of us have this weird writing ménage going on that is so dysfunctional but addictive.
Can you tell us a little bit about your current WIP?
My current is the third book in the Secrets and Sins series, Raphael, who’s the tattooed, pierced bad boy of the four friends. When a one-night-stand turns up pregnant four months, he has to face wounds from the past as well as protect this woman who calls to his heart and body from an unknown danger stalking her and their unborn child.
Now the 4:
If your life was a book what genre would it fall under and what would the title be?
LOL!! It would definitely fall under romantic comedy, and the name would be Sh*t Happens.
LOL…I think a lot of us could use that title! What kitchen utensil would you be and why?
Okay, I’m loving these questions! My mother has this scale thing with two arms where she weighs her food. That’s me, because I’m always trying to balance things and have to weigh the priority of what needs to get done now and what can take a back seat. I’m pleading the fifth on whether the balancing is sometimes out of whack…
Okay, now I’m curious if you are a Libra! lol The world’s axis is off kilter and everyone has been thrown off as well. There are four changes that have affected the people of earth and the lucky thing is that they can choose their oddity. Either they have to walk and drive in reverse, sing instead of speak, sleep standing on their head, or never taste anything they eat. Which oddity would you pick?
Definitely not tasting whatever I eat! That’s just cruel! I would choose sing instead of speak. Personally, I think I was born to star in a musical so this would be right up my alley!
You have to vacate your house in 60 seconds and can only take one thing…all of your family and pets are already outside waiting for you…what do you grab?
Ain’t gonna lie. My laptop! It has my books, work, and music. The Kindle is stuffed down the back of my panties… Yes, I did just cheat! LOL!!
Teehee…loved that you cheated…I would’ve too! Thanks for being sharing your 10 and your 4, Naima! I’m so excited you joined me for 10 – 4 Tuesday! Before we wave good-bye, let us know if there are any other links you’d like to share so that we can find you and your book online :)
Thank you so much for having me for 10-4 Tuesday, Christine! I had a ball! I do have some links to share where I can be found:
Naima Simone is a multi-published author in contemporary and erotic romance. She’s a member of RWA’s Southern Magic chapter, mother of the Dynamic Duo, lover of everything Vin Diesel and wife to the fabulous husband who tolerates this affair.
Danielle can’t remember her own name, because it belongs to someone else. The new identity has afforded a fresh start and a new job. She’s taking control, making her own decisions, and refuses to allow anything to distract her—even her unwanted desire for her boss. Because distraction is dangerous and letting her guard down is not an option. Especially with a shadowy figure stalking her every move.
Danger is on the hunt, threatening the boss she’s falling in love with. Should she fight for the future of her dreams or flee to save Malachim’s life? Danielle must make a decision. Because her lies are unraveling. And some secrets can kill…
Silence reigned in the cab. Malachim wedged his body into the corner of the backseat, sprawling his legs as far as the cramped space would allow. In the close quarters, he studied her exotic profile. The high brow; thin, aristocratic nose just a shade too long by conventional beauty standards; the wide mouth with its full bottom lip; and the small, stubborn chin. His gaze dropped to the elegant, tightly clenched hands on her lap. Even in the shadows, he noted the paler skin stretched over her knuckles. Did she fear him? God, the thought caused the alcohol in his gut to roil and pitch.
“Danielle.” He’d deliberately softened his voice, yet she flinched as if he’d roared her name.
“Yes,” she said, keeping her head averted, continuing to stare out the side window.
“Look at me.” He paused. “Please.”
Her shoulders stiffened, and her fingers were clenched so hard, he feared they wouldn’t easily straighten. After several seconds, when her head turned in his direction, his lungs relaxed.
God, he longed to touch her.
Yes, he would be a eunuch and a flaming liar if he denied he wanted her beneath him, straining against his body as he thrust deep into soft, hot flesh he knew would squeeze his cock in the sweetest, tightest embrace. He craved it. Woke up in cold sweats from dreaming about it. But this… This need swelling within his chest now was gentler but no less hungry. No less desperate.
He yearned to rub his thumb over the hard line her mouth had become, coaxing the sensual fullness to appear once again. More than the next critical beat of his heart, he desired to brush his lips over her brow, ease the panic and pain in her eyes, and replace them with pleasure. With wonder. With joy.
What would Danielle look like carefree, laughing…unburdened?
Jesus, he wanted to know.
He straightened from his slouch, at the same time shifting closer to her. Carefully, unhurriedly, determined not to spook her. Not to threaten her.
In the darkness, her eyes widened, and her breath quickened. At any other time, he would’ve backed off. But not tonight. As much as he needed to have her sun-kissed skin under his fingers, she needed to understand—believe—he would take a blade to his own hand before harming her.
Gently, he cupped the nape of her neck. Pressed a thumb into the side of her throat and circled. She went rigid beneath his hand and loosed a tiny whimper.
“Shh,” he crooned. “No, look at me,” he tenderly ordered when her lashes fluttered. He had to see her eyes, had to be able to detect if his caress became too much for her to bear. Even more, he had to see the moment the fear bled from her beautiful dark gaze and trust entered.
“Thank you,” he murmured, staring into the brown depths. Yes, panic still lingered, but so did another emotion…an emotion that set his heart racing for his throat. “I would never hurt you,” he said. “Not that way. I may be an asshole sometimes and kick the hell out of your feelings, but I’ll never hurt you in the way that makes you shake under my hand.” He slid his hand into her hair, loosening the bun and cradling her head. And had to bite back his groan at the sensuous glide of her heavy hair over his hand and wrist. “You’re safe with me. I promise,” he said hoarsely.