I’m so glad you’re joining me on the blog today 🙂 Please help me welcome Tiffany Clare, author of Desire Me Always. She’s pulled up a comfy seat and is answering a few questions about herself and her book. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know more about her.
Afterward, check out her giveaway. The link is toward the end of the post.
Let’s get started…
I love choosing character names. Tell us how you came up with your character’s names in the Desire Me series?
Given names are important to me even before I start writing my characters. I do have a tendency to go back to the same first letters; I have a lot of A’s, E’s, G’s & J’s and I’m very careful about the meanings of the names so it’s not in conflict with my characters personality. I don’t like them to sound hard, but more lyrical when reading them, especially for my heroines, hence all those A’s and E’s! As for Nick, I wanted something that could be used nobly and commonly since he’s a mister and not a titled aristocrat. It felt like a grand name, a name you could trust.
Is there something that makes the series stand out from others in the romance/erotica genre?
While there is a ton of great erotic romance out there, there aren’t a lot of historical erotic romance series that stand out in my mind. I wrote what I wanted to read, and the majority of my reading leans on the dirtier the better side!
What’s the one scene from Desire Me Always that stands out in your mind as being your favorite to write?
That’s a difficult question without giving away spoilers so I’ll be as vague as possible. There is always one moment of perfect clarity for the protagonists when it no longer matters what their differences are especially when something significant enough happens that all of it can be taken away: their love, joy and happiness can all just go poof. It’s about not taking what we do love for granted, and learning to compromise in a relationship if we want to grow. Kind of like, you don’t know what you had until you lost it. There is a scene in this book where Amelia’s forced to face her worst nightmare. But she didn’t realize it would be her worst nightmare until she is thrown into the situation if that makes sense. It gives her that moment of clarity to look at what she does have with Nick as something very precious, no matter what their differences are. And that’s all I will say!
When did you know that you wanted to be an author?
Grade seven, my teachers were very supportive and I remember when I left their class they gave me a book called Walking on Alligators that had author quotes on the writing process. I’m sure I have that book stuck on a shelf somewhere in the house still. My younger self read that book a billion times. I got off track with the writing for a while but found my way back to it eventually.
Describe your writing space.
I sort of write wherever I’m able. I get up pretty early in the morning when the house is still quiet and write with my laptop in my lap while on the couch with two dogs flanking either side of me (on the couch); they are like built in heater boxes that are much appreciated in the winter, not so much in the summer!
Please share the first sentence in your book.
This wedding was happening today.
What’s something about Amelia you admire?
Amelia does what needs to be done to make things work. She was down on her luck in Desire Me Now and in a moment of pure luck (and bad luck) landed exactly where she needed to be. Right time, right moment and with the right person to help her. I think there’s a point in all our lives where we don’t know what we are doing or even where we are going; Amelia runs with it and lands on her feet, something I believe everyone wants eventually in their own lives.
Same question in regards to Nicholas?
Nick. I love Nick. He’s has the whole tall, darkly mysterious and handsome as sin down pat. He’s quiet, gentle, caring, and loyal to those he cares about. If you need help, he wants to be the person to help you. He loves wholly and fiercely. He knows exactly what he wants in life and how to achieve it despite his crappy past that haunts him no matter how much he tries to ignore it. Seriously, what is their not to love about this man?
How does it feel to be publishing the conclusion to the series?
Bittersweet. I really loved writing Amelia and Nick’s story; loved it even more to be able to do it over three books (I’m a long writer, and sometimes 90 thousand words isn’t enough space for me to give the characters’ stories justice). So I’m sad to move on, but excited to start new stories.
What five words describe you best?
Determined, Independent, Strong, Creative, Steadfast.
RANDOM FUN: FINISH THIS SENTENCE…
Peanut butter should never go with Jam.
The book I’m reading now is a collection of Keats letters.
If I could go anywhere in the world I’d go to Paris.
The last sweet treat I had was Little Nicki’s donuts beside my work (they make them while you wait and dust them with sugar and cinnamon).
the truth within his heart is another story…
“You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” Nick said, and it melted her heart to hear those words.
Nick’s hand slid away from her face to grasp her hand. He led her out of the church. His focus was solely on her, as though she were the only person to look at—as though it was only the two of them here witnessing this great event.
A carriage waited just outside, ready to take them back to the inn. As they made their way to the open barouche, guests threw seeds and nuts over their heads that rained upon them in a rite of fertility. It shouldn’t surprise her that everything down to the finest detail had been planned for them while she hid in her room, ashamed that she had once again been the victim of another’s hatred.
This one moment of normalcy brought more tears to her eyes.
Her wedding day proved to be the most perfect day in her life.
Before she knew it, Nick was handing her up into the carriage, pulled by two white geldings, champing at their bits to be given free rein.
“How ever did you procure them?” She leaned forward, wishing for a better look at the beautiful animals, wishing she could touch them in all their majesty.
Nick hauled her down next to him on the soft velvet seat and pressed his fingers to her veil-covered lips. “We didn’t have time to plan a wedding more deserving—”
“Nick . . .”
“It’s a gift. One of many I intend to shower you with.”
Amelia lowered her gaze, but she couldn’t hide from Nick for long; his fingers were beneath her chin, lifting her face, forcing her to look at him and see the truth in his eyes.
“Don’t shy away from me, Amelia.”
“Today has been everything I ever wished for—and everything I never imagined possible. I’m overwhelmed by the emotions flooding me. By the love I feel for you . . . by everything. Oh, Nick, today has been so perfect I can’t find the right words of gratitude.”
“Words aren’t needed.”
Nick’s hands gathered up the lace of her veil. Amelia grasped his wrist before he could reveal her face. The carriage hadn’t yet moved, and she wasn’t ready to share her wounds with the world, even though it was only a matter of time before she would have to face all the kind people who had attended their wedding.
“I will kiss my bride and claim you in front of our friends and guests.”
Amelia gave a sidelong glance toward their audience, waving good-bye and cheering for them. What did she have to lose in ceding to Nick’s one wish?
“Trust me,” he said.
Nick’s hands engulfed hers, and he lowered them to her lap, quashing her efforts to try to pull the veil back in place. He used his free hand to gather up the delicate gauze. As the last bit of Chantilly lace cleared her mouth, Nick laid his lips upon hers.
There was latent promise in the fold of his mouth over hers. It was like he was daring her, pushing her boundaries to see just how far she’d go. Would she deny herself something she wanted as much as he did? If she were a braver person, she would have lifted her veil in front of the guests, but she still wasn’t ready to take that step. Instead, she pulled away, thankful the veil hid her furious blush from everyone who cheered them on.
“Wave good-bye to our guests, Amelia. I’m about to steal you away for what remains of the week.”
Reprinted Courtesy of HarperCollinsPublishers
more about her and her books at www.tiffanyclare.com