I’m so excited to have author Synithia Williams back on the blog. She’s agreed to answer a few questions about herself and her latest release A NEW YORK KIND OF LOVE. I think you’ll have fun getting to know more about her, her writing, and her book.
Also, toward the end of the post there is a link to sign up for her giveaway! So, don’t forget.
Now let’s get started …
Tell us about yourself in 100 words or less.
I spend my days working on water quality issues for local government and my evenings writing romances as hot as their southern settings. I love coffee, wine, popcorn, and Netflix. My current Netflix binge is the show Supernatural. I have a loving and supportive husband and two fantastic boys.
What’s the last thing you ate that had bacon in it?
Does turkey bacon count? I routinely make low-sodium turkey bacon on the weekends for breakfast. I know it doesn’t sound appetizing, but I have to do it to take care of my heart. The last time I had real bacon was during a work conference in Mid-December.
I use a lot of turkey bacon as well, but sometimes indulge in the “real” stuff too. lol What’s your favorite season?
Spring! I love the blooming flowers, everything turning green again, and the warm weather. I hate the pollen takeover that happens in March in South Carolina, but once that’s washed away my favorite season is wonderful again.
I’m already dreaming of spring 🙂 How did you know you wanted to become an author?
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve written stories. I dreamed of being a published author one day, but life happens and that dream was pushed to the back burner. Then one day a co-worker quit her job and moved her family out of state to pursue a law degree. I thought “If she can do that, then I can finish a book.” I did, and actively worked to become published. Nine books later, here I am.
That’s awesome. Congrats on following your dreams. What was your first thought when you saw the book cover for A New York Kind of Love?
I loved it! The guy in the car is sexy, the car is hot, and the NY skyline in the back sets the tone. After squealing with joy, I did the standard check to make sure my name was spelled correctly. It’s misspelled quite often.
It is a wonderful cover 🙂 I love choosing character names. Tell us how you came up with your character’s names in A New York Kind of Love.
My hero’s name, Irvin, is a play on the name Idris (Elba) who is the inspiration for the character. My heroine’s name, Faith, is a throwback to my original title Selected by Fate. Faith didn’t have a lot of faith (play on words intended) in the idea of good luck or fate. In the book she learns to trust fate and believe in good luck.
What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?
I like to think my characters stand out. Part of the fun of romance is the fantasy of the genre, but I try to make my characters as realistic as possible. They may be perfect for each other, but they’re far from perfect in real life. I hope a reader connects with the hero/heroine or both and feel their happily ever after is realistic.
Which character in A New York Kind of Love was the hardest to write and why?
Faith, and that’s because my heroines are always harder for me to write. I really love writing my heroes, getting into their head, and making them fall in love. I have to work a bit harder on my character profile sheets on the heroines and often don’t know exactly who they are until I’m half way through my first draft. That makes revisions so much fun (not). Lol.
It’s vice versa for me. lol What’s the one scene from your book that stands out in your mind as being your favorite to write?
The ending of A New York Kind of Love. I don’t do spoilers so I won’t say exactly what happens, but I visualized the ending from the very beginning. I wanted it to be a big Hollywood type ending that left you smiling when you closed the book. I think I did that, I hope the readers feel the same.
Describe your hero through your heroine’s eyes.
I’ll do that with excerpts from the book. Here is what Faith thought when she first found out she’d won a weekend in New York with Irvin Freeman.
Irvin Freeman: dark eyes, mahogany skin, a swagger that would put Shaft to shame, topped off with a British accent. The man oozed sex with every breath he took, and probably expected the winner of this thing to fall into a gooey puddle of estrogen at his feet.
And when she first meets him:
“Were you listening in?”
“I was.” He said in that wonderful British accent that melted women’s underwear like butter on a hot skillet.
Her insides quivered. Literally quivered like she was the virgin heroine in some medieval fairy tale. And though her virginity was long gone, something about the raw sexual energy he wore like a second skin made her believe all of her previous sexual encounters were fumbling attempts at the real thing.
Love the teasers. Thank you. When is your writing most productive?
I normally can’t write until around 9 p.m. after the day job and the kids are in bed. That’s when I have to force productivity, but I do work on scenes on my lunch break. On weekends I’m pretty productive in the mornings.
Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?
Sure, right now I’m working on my 2nd Kimani release A Malibu Kind of Romance which will be out in August 2016. I’m also working on my 2nd self-published title that I hope to release in the spring.
Thanks for answering my questions. I enjoyed getting to know you better 🙂
RANDOM FUN: FINISH THIS SENTENCE…
When I was a kid … I always wanted to check out Sleeping Beauty when my parents took me and my sister to the video store.
I’m excited for 2016 because … I have a couple of trips planned to cities I’ve never visited before.
There’s no way I’d ever … willingly eat chitterlings. Sorry, I don’t care how well you clean them.
My kitchen … is one of my favorite rooms in my home, even if I’m constantly loading and unloading the dishwasher.
I never … wear one button blazers. I’m too busty for that. I need two buttons (preferably three) on my blazers.
If I won the lotto the first thing I’d do is … try and convince my husband that living abroad for a year is a great idea.
“Is this your first vacation since going home?”
She nodded. “It is. I still can’t believe that I won. I only signed up because my friend insisted and because the proceeds benefitted alcohol awareness. I saw so many patients come into the hospital who were suffering from alcohol abuse. Still, I never expected to win the contest.”
“So the possibility of a date with me had nothing to do with you entering?”
She sipped her champagne and gave him a shy look from the corner of her eye. “I will admit the fantasy of it all did have some appeal.”
He raised his brows and chuckled. “Some appeal. Wow.”
“Oh, come on. What do you want me to say?” she asked with a laugh. “That I stayed up every night praying that I’d be chosen?”
“Not quite that, but surely you were somewhat excited.”
“See, that’s the problem.” She pointed a finger at him, but her brown eyes flashed with humor. “You’re used to women throwing themselves at you. This weekend will be good for you.”
“You need a few days with a woman who isn’t trying to get something out of you. I’m more excited about seeing the city, going to a movie premiere and trying on clothes I wouldn’t be caught dead in back home than in seducing the movie star.”
He placed his arm on the back of her chair, making sure to let his hand brush across her shoulders, and moved closer to her. Her eyes widened and her full lips parted with a quick breath before she looked away and finished the rest of the champagne in her glass. She might talk a big game, but Faith was attracted to him as well.
“That’s the third time you’ve said that. Who are you trying to convince?”
“You. I know what you’re up to, sliding close to me and giving me the sexy voice and eyes routine.”
“You think my voice is sexy?” he asked, lowering his voice an octave.
She shook her head and laughed. “Don’t go all Barry White on me.”
“I’d like to go all Irvin Freeman on you,” he said in his regular voice. Though he tried to keep the tone light, some of his seriousness came through.
Her smile faltered, and he saw by the warming of her eyes and the catch of her breath that she heard it.
“Is that what you do with your leading ladies?”
Her soft, sweet drawl slid in beneath his skin and heated his insides. It had gotten thicker with her question. How thick would it get if he were deep inside her?
“What I do with my leading ladies is acting. I’m not acting right now. What I’m thinking and feeling is all real.”
She shifted in her seat. “I don’t believe you.”
“Then believe this.”
He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, with enough firmness to let her know he was serious, but lightly enough for her to pull away if she didn’t want the kiss. Her body shook, and her lips parted with a gasp. He wasn’t a man to pass up an opportunity, and he took the chance to deepen the kiss.
He’d never believed in electricity or sparks igniting when a man kissed a woman, but something he’d never felt before happened as he kissed her. His skin tingled, the blood rushed through his veins, his senses heightened to everything around them. The sweet scent of her perfume, the softness of her lips, the way she tasted of champagne, all seemed amplified. And like a man who’d gotten a taste of something he really liked, he dove in for more.
reading or writing, she’s working on water quality in the Midlands of South Carolina. She lives with her husband, Eric, and two boys.