We’re going to have some fun today! Please help me welcome Amanda Weaver to the blog. She’s here to answer a few questions, have a little fun, and share her release COMMON SCANDAL. This sounds like a great read and I hope after the interview you’ll grab your copy and sit down for some well deserved reading time.
Also, don’t forget to enter Amanda’s giveaway!
Let’s get started …
Tell us about yourself in 50 words or less 🙂
I live in Brooklyn with my husband and daughter. I work in theatre as a costume designer. For several years I’ve worked for a Broadway musical, overseeing their costumes. Working full-time, raising a daughter, and writing doesn’t leave much time for anything else, so I’m pretty dull on paper.
You sounds busy, and I beet your day job is fun. What’s your favorite pizza topping?
– *whispers* I’m not crazy about pizza. I KNOW, I KNOW. It’s like I’m not even human. I don’t hate it, it’s just not my first choice. If I get it, I prefer white pizza, no red sauce.
lol, don’t feel bad. I used to love pizza now I can take it or leave it. Funny how tastes change 🙂 How did you come up with the idea for your book, A Common Scandal?
It’s the second book of the Grantham Girls series, centering around three girls who attended finishing school together. In the first book, Amelia was the heroine’s scrappy, working-class heiress friend. Now she gets her own story!
I like the sounds of Amelia 🙂 Where do you prefer to write?
I sit at my kitchen table. One, because I’m much more productive sitting in a chair than I am sitting on my couch. And two, my kitchen is the warmest room in my house and I’m always cold.
I love naming characters. How did you come up with the names for the hero and heroine in A Common Scandal?
I’m a research nerd. When I write historical, I work backwards to determine the character’s birth year and then look up census records from that year to find common names (or uncommon, if that’s what I’m looking for). Amelia was a common Victorian name, as was Nathaniel. She calls him Natty when they’re kids. My daughter had a friend in pre-school who went by Natty.
I love that behind the scenes tidbit! Tell us 2 fun facts about your hero and then your heroine in A Common Scandal.
Nate learned to dance from an opium-addicted son of a Marquess, and he’s visited twenty-three countries. Amelia is an excellent street-fighter and her favorite color is yellow.
Love it! What’s the first line in your book?
“Mama was napping. Again.”
And now t he last.
“Indeed, I do.”
Care to tell us what you’re working on now?
I’m finishing up a contemporary romance set in the world of Formula One racing, which will hopefully be the first of a three-book series. And I’ve started writing another historical series set in the Gilded Age, tentatively titled The Fortune Hunters. In addition, I’ve always got half a dozen stand-alone book ideas fighting for my time and attention.
RANDOM FACTS…FINISH THIS SENTENCE
The last book I read was Chase Me by Laura Florand. Omg, it was so good.
I will always say yes to that glass of wine.
My kitchen is my favorite room in the house.
When it rains I grumble about having to leave the house. Seriously, I hate it.
My favorite television show is Once Upon a Time. I live-tweet it, if you follow me on twitter. I’m obsessed.
I wish I could clone myself, so I’d have enough time to write all the books in my head.
I’m so glad you visited with us today Amanda and I wish you tons of success with A Common Scandal 🙂
Wheeler how to put on a well-mannered performance—when she’s not bored and
looking for trouble. Lady Grantham’s is behind her and now it’s time for Amelia
to keep her promise to her dying mother: marry a title and leave her wild days
keep if Nate Smythe hadn’t just reappeared in a London ballroom. The son of an
impoverished sailor, Nate—Natty, as he used to be called—has grown up to become
handsome, rich and polished. He claims to be looking for a proper bride who can
advance his business interests, but that doesn’t stop him from seeking out
Amelia every chance he gets. Challenging her. Kissing her.
simmering passion is the least of Amelia’s problems—one of her titled suitors
is hiding a desperate secret that could stop Amelia from pleasing her parents
or finding happiness with Nate. As a weeklong house party threatens to derail
her hard-won future, Amelia must decide: fight against disaster or act like the
lady she’s promised to become?
Despite knowing the sort of marriage she was destined for, she’d resisted making a choice for so long because she’d hoped in time she might encounter a suitable man who sparked some kind of fire in her. But not once, in all her forays into Society, had she met a man who raised more than mild curiosity. She’d read about flaming passions and heated kisses in the lurid, forbidden novels she had traded with Vic and Grace, but her blood had never been stirred by a flesh-and-blood male. She’d begun to think those passions were the invention of novelists and no man could ever make her feel that way. And now one had, and he was hopelessly out of her reach. It was wretched, wanting something she couldn’t have.
“What’s the verdict? Does Cheadle love you madly or not?”
She didn’t trust herself to look at Natty, knowing her insides would plunge in an unwelcome, delicious way. When he came near her, it was as if her whole body stretched luxuriously and unfurled. Terribly unhelpful, when she was determined to send him packing and behave.
“I’m sure the answer will always be ‘not’, regardless of the state of the petals and irrespective of whatever he might proclaim. Isn’t Lady Julia waiting for her glass of punch or something?”
“The lovely Lady Julia Harrow. I saw you sitting with her. Surely she’s missed you by now.”
“Somehow I doubt it,” he muttered. “And what of Cheadle? Surely he’s climbing the walls pining after you.”
She sighed and turned to face him, tossing the last of the ruined flower to the ground and brushing her gloved fingers together. “You know he’s not, Natty. Men don’t pine after me, only my money. The only reason anyone at these things speaks to me is because of my fortune.”
“I’m speaking to you and I have my own fortune, thank you very much.”
“You only speak to me to tease me.”
“You used to like it when I teased you.”
“I’m not a child anymore.”
The word hung between them for a moment, rife with meaning. He might have only meant she was all grown-up and out in Society, except his eyes made a lightning- fast perusal of her body as he said it, so fast, he was likely unaware he’d done it. In a rush, it broke over her that Natty was aware of her in the same way she was aware of him. Not as an old playmate from his childhood. As a woman. He was as affected as she was, even if he was spending his evening paying court to Julia Harrow.
His eyes made their way back to hers and they both held the gaze. This newly discovered knowledge sizzled through her body. Her skin flushed and her breaths grew shallow. Natty’s eyes stared into hers. His lips parted slightly, as if he, too, was baffled by this sudden shift in the air. The atmosphere around them felt charged, the way it did when thunder began rattling the windows and lightning lit the night sky, but still the rain refused to fall. At any minute the clouds could collide and deluge the world, but until then, all the energy of the universe danced on the breeze.
She wanted to tease and flirt with him to see how far things would progress. She wanted to see the skies open up. She wanted to be drenched by the rain.
romance since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen.
After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found
her way back to romance, this time as a writer.
Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now
considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and
nowhere near enough space.