I’m so glad you could join me on the blog today 🙂 I’m excited to have author Katee Robert visiting. If you haven’t read one of her books, grab one now. Every one I’ve read has been an awesome read so you can’t go wrong. Today Katee agreed to a little interview so we could all get to know her better, and more about her writing as well. Then you can check out her latest release A FOOL FOR YOU.
Afterward, don’t forget to enter her giveaway!
Let’s get started …
What five words describe you best?
Quirky, Driven, Stubborn, Nerdy, Geeky
If we looked under your bed what would we find?
Nothing haha. Our bed has no gaps beneath it, solely because it becomes a catch-all for all manner of strange things.
I love naming my characters. Tell us how you came up with the names for A FOOL FOR YOU.
My process with finding names varies from book to book, but with Daniel, I went to one of those “find a sibling’s name” sites to plug in my other hero’s names and see what came up. Then it was just a matter of finding one that felt right. Hope was always Hope. Her name just sort of popped into existence along with her character, which happens sometimes for me.
I love it when a character name just “is”. The cover for A FOOL FOR YOU is so sexy. What was the first word that hit your brain when you saw it?
YES. Haha. Daniel and Hope have such a complicated relationship and it’s hot as hell, but there’s an underlying sweetness. I think the cover is absolutely perfect!
When did you first know you wanted to become an author?
I knew I wanted to write from the time I was a child, but I got serious about getting published when I was twenty. It took a few years to get it right, but that was the turning point for me.
What is your favorite type of scene to write?
I love the combative sexy ones, where there’s sexual tension thick enough to see and lots of verbal banter.
And those are the best to read too! Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?
I just started a new project. It’s the sequel to my upcoming romantic suspense novel, THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER. The current work in progress a murder mystery that takes place in Glacier National Park and it’s been entirely too much fun to research.
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Someday I’ll be a yoga instructor.
The last book I read was Truth or Beard (I HIGHLY recommend).
Pizza is a food group.
I’d love to visit Venice.
My favorite quote is It varies, but right now it’s “The man at the top of the mountain didn’t fall there.” – Vince Lombardi.
Love is always showing up where you least expect it.
My toothbrush is constantly being stolen by my own personal tiny dicator.
LOL…love your answers, Katee. Thank you so much for coming on the blog and letting me interview you 🙂
thirteen years since Hope Moore left Devil’s Falls, land of sexy cowboys and
bad memories. Back for the weekend, she has no intention of seeing the man she
never got over…or the two of them getting down and dirty. It’s just a belated
goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.
Until six weeks later, when her pregnancy test comes back positive…
Daniel Rodriguez hasn’t forgiven himself for how things went down with Hope all
those years ago. He knows she’s better off without him, but when she shows up
on his doorstep, panicking because she’s pregnant with his baby, he can’t help
seeing it as a chance to make up for the past.
Too bad Hope has no intention of going along with his plans.
Hope shook her head. “You’re as much an idiot now as you were then.”
And then she kissed him.
It caught him a little off guard—he hadn’t expected her to be the one to make the first move, especially after the way the scene in the bathroom had gone down—but Daniel wasted no time taking control. He kissed down her neck, sliding his hands beneath her shirt and skating them up to her body to cup her breasts. They filled his palms, familiar and yet not, all at the same time. He cursed. “Gorgeous Darling, the things you do to me.” He nipped her collarbone. “I’m going to taste you, so if you’re going to change your mind, now’s the time to do it.”
Her only response was to shove her yoga pants down to her knees.
He lifted her onto the counter and disentangled her right leg from the pants so he could spread her fully. He stroked her thighs, pausing when his fingers met the scar. It brought up so many conflicting feelings in him. It was his fault that she had the damn thing, but that didn’t mean he thought of her as less, the way she seemed to think. She was as beautiful now as she’d been at eighteen, and more confident despite her injury. Or maybe because of it. He had no idea.
All he knew was that at some point he was going to have to get up close and personal with her healed injury, and he was going to have to tread very, very carefully to avoid burning what was left of the bridge between him and Hope.
“If you apologize, I might actually kick you.”
That snapped him out of it. As much as he wanted Hope, he had an ulterior motive for pushing her now. All getting distracted by her leg was going to do was fuck up his chance of convincing her to stay, in his house and in his bed. He jerked her to the edge of the counter, spreading her thighs wider. “Don’t scream. You’ll upset Ollie.”
And then he did what he’d been fantasizing about ever since he walked out of her life. Daniel dipped his head and gave her center one long lick. She tasted better than he remembered, her body already shaking for him, so he used his thumbs to part her folds and licked her again, reacquainting himself with every inch of her.
He looked up her body to find her head thrown back and her chest rising and falling with each harsh breath. “Take off your shirt.”
Hope wasted no time obeying, dragging the material over her head and tossing it away. And then there was nothing hiding her body from his gaze. He licked her again, savoring the way she shook. A tattoo curling around the bottom of her ribs caught his eye, but he was too distracted to read it.
He was tired of teasing her. He wanted to feel her orgasm again, to know she was coming apart at the seams because of him. Daniel sucked her clit into his mouth, stroking the sensitive little nub with the flat of his tongue the way she’d always loved. Sure enough, before he had a chance to truly savor her, Hope cried out his name and shuddered, her thighs squeezing his head as she came. He gentled his touches, licks turning to kisses, turning to the slightest brushing of his lips against her. Only when she stopped shaking did he raise his head. “Stay, at least until we figure out what we’re doing.”
Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance
novels at age twelve and they changed her life. When not writing sexy
contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and
planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.