Today we have author Carolyn LaRoche here to talk about her writing and share her new release, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos, with us. You can pick up her new book today from Breathless Press.
I love the cover!
So, Carolyn, what is your ideal or dream writing space like?
Since my work space currently consists of anywhere I can fit my laptop, I would absolutely love to a dedicated writing space. A huge, antique roll top desk, one of those lamps that looks like an oil lamp and walls lined floor to ceiling with book shelves. I want a ladder that rolls around the room so I can reach all the books and big comfortable chair. I also want windows with a full view of the ocean. I love the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing against the sand.
What are you working on at the moment? Can you tell us a bit about it?
I am currently in edits on the second book of my other series, Defenders of Love. The second book of the Secret Lives of Police Wives series has just been accepted by the publisher so I am sure edits will begin on that in the near future. Works in progress include the third books in each of those series plus something new I am toying with for a third series.
What is your favorite quote? It can be book related or not.
I have a poster in my classroom that reads the expert at anything was once a beginner. It’s adorable with a little boy holding a baseball bat looking up at a full stadium and dreaming of the big leagues. We all have dreams, goals and aspirations that might seem unattainable- for me it was writing and getting published. I had to start from the ground up, learn the trade, experience the rejections and finally the joy of success. What is important is that we keep working toward those goals and not give up on our dreams.
Give us an interesting or fun fact about your book or series.
The Secret Lives of Police Wives series was born out of the fact that I have been married to a lawman for a long time and as hard as it can sometimes be dealing with crazy shifts, long hours and missed occasions, I love him and am extremely proud of what he does. One day I was conversing with some of my police wife friends, sharing stories about the quirks of the men we love and I realized that the world doesn’t know our guys the way we do. All the general population sees is the work version- uniform, badge, flashing lights- but the job often carries over to their personal lives. Love and romance are just a little different when your husband wears handcuffs on his hip every day. The humour is unique and there are things that happen daily that just seem a little too unusual to be real, but they are. It made for some fun scenes in Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos.
How do you choose your characters’ names?
The names I use come from a variety of sources. Sometimes they are borrowed from people in my real life that may have also supplied some personality traits for a certain character. I also find a lot of good guy’s names from the boys on my sons’ baseball teams. The internet is a great resource for surnames and popular baby names for different years or time periods. Recently I met a little girl with a unique yet traditional name and I couldn’t help but comment how perfect it was for a romance novel. I’m saving that one for later use, for sure!
Now tell us a bit about your new release, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos…
Even a cop’s wife has secrets… When young exotic dancers start disappearing, can Cyndi find the missing girls without exposing her own little secret?
Cyndi Mills has a great life. A handsome husband that desires her, a beautiful daughter, and friends she could trust with her life. It’s only logical that she secretly takes a job as an exotic dancer at one of Virginia Beach’s night clubs.
When dancers start disappearing, Cyndi is determined to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, solving the case means her overly protective husband has to know that she has been lying to him for months about where she goes every Friday night. Cyndi has no idea just how deep she will get by going undercover as a confidential informant. Will she risk her marriage to find justice?
Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that look immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something didn’t add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied her. “Why do you have glitter in your hair?”
Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn. Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.
“Jody brought her daughter’s costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back over the carpets with the sweeper twice and I’m still not sure we got it all.”
Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy. Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn’t see through her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their bathroom.
“You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?”
“Harper is four. It’s a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer or…whatever.”
“Yeah, well, I just don’t want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won’t ever let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that.” He shook his head.
Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?”
Jason hugged her close. “You gonna wear a little French maid’s outfit like you do when you clean those offices?”
“Can’t fault a guy for trying.” Jason’s grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny. He pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. “Come on. I know you gotta wear some kinda uniform!”
Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. “You’re looking at it, baby. Doesn’t my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?”
“Not as much as a little maid’s outfit would. It’s nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don’t mess up your own clothes.”
“Ohhh, Jason… you are such a guy!”
“You would rather I be such a girl?”
“Of course, not! Just don’t be so obvious about being a man all the time.” Cyndi filled a glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before heading toward their bedroom. “Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you frisk me before we go to sleep.”
Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety checks as he yelled to her from various locations around the house.
“Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?” Snap went the deadbolt on the front door. “Needles, knives, or guns?” Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the back yard. “Do I need gloves or cuffs…?”
“Not sure you’re gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun,” she called back as she climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.
Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers.
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