Today we have the delightful (and prolific) Sandra Sookoo in the spotlight. Sandra is one of my favorite people and I really enjoy her work. Check out work and you'll fall in love with her too. Also, make sure to stop by her blog. She's a Disney fan and has a fun post on the subject each week, as well as other interesting subjects and guests.
Now here is Sandra!!!!
Thanks
for having me back on your blog, Lizzie!
Today,
I’d like to talk about one of my favorite books I wrote called Winging It. Since summer’s bearing down on us, I thought
this is a great story to read poolside.
When
I first set out to write this piece, I knew I wanted polar opposites in the
story. You have the hero Dev who is an
ex-military guy. His viewpoints are
black-and-white, and he's a no-nonsense type of man who doesn't have much time
to fun or happiness. Unable to shake
some of the horror he's seen while deployed in Afghanistan, he's thrown for a
major loop when he crashes--literally--into Lia, a fairy whose life revolves
around smiles, flirtations and laughter.
She's never known hardship or heartache.
What better conflict than to throw these two together?
Midway
through the project, I became stalled and needed to set the piece aside anyway
in favor of doing a mountain of other work that needed more immediate attention. It wasn't until I threw my 2011 Valentine's
Day party on my blog that I got the shot in the arm I needed to finish this
book. I had asked the readers attending
the event to tell me how they met their husbands or significant others. One of my friends--Wendy--shared the best
story of meeting her military man. I
liked her story so much, it got me so excited that I dug WINGING IT back out
and finished it within the month. I
dedicated the book to her.
Life's
very interesting, don't you think?
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Blurb:
Joy and despair,
light and dark, you can’t have one without the other.
Devlin
Addams has recently returned home from Afghanistan. Haunted by memories that he survived the
fighting while his buddies didn't, as well as chased by the knowledge his mom
is crazy, he’s having trouble acclimating himself to civilian life. Now, armed
with a dog and a therapist, he constantly battles the urge to end it all.
Lia
Farry—because her Fae name is a mouthful—has tumbled into the Mortal Realm
through the Veil between worlds by mysterious circumstances. Thrust into a new and harsh human existence,
finding anything to be happy about is hard. If she can’t go home, she’ll have
to make it work.
Forced
to interact, Dev’s protective instincts kick in, but he’s unprepared for the
onslaught of lust Lia represents. He
wants a normal life but not at the expense of getting involved. Lia knows she soothes his torment yet she’s
battling her own problems. Desiring Dev is a dangerous prospect. Add in a meddling Fae queen and suddenly life
as they know it will change forever.
Love is at stake. A leap of faith
is all they have to depend on.
In
this snippet, Dev and Lia are at a super store. He’s trying to help her find
clothes and it’s not going well.
Excerpt:
“Where did you
get the scar on your belly?” Lia had seen the silvery scar that stretched
across his abdomen like a snake and wondered about it. Did humans not heal
automatically when they became injured? Did they not have practitioners of
magic who mixed mystical poultices? Could they not commune with the energy in
the Earth and bathe in the power gained from living things?
It’s none of
your business.” Dev abandoned the rack and moved to the next one.
Her frown
deepened, and she wondered why he didn’t wish to talk of it. As fast as it
came, she banished the frown with a smile. “Can I touch your hair? I’ve never
seen any man keep his hair quite so short. It looks prickly.” Lia giggled as
she followed him through the maze of displays. Blond, with hints of red in some
lighting, the strands stood less than half an inch on the top of his head,
shorter than that on the sides and back. It was…intriguing.
“Why the hell do
you want to feel my hair?” He swung around so quickly she almost bumped into
him. “And no. Find something to wear.”
“I don’t like
anything here.” When he leaned into her personal space, she gasped and backed
up, tripping on the unfamiliar and too-big canvas shoes he’d given her upon
leaving his house. Dev shot out a hand, fisting his fingers in her shirt front
before she tumbled into a stack of t-shirts on a low table. “Can we please
leave?” So close she could see each one of his blond eyelashes, she swallowed,
held captive by his very angry gaze. As if he’d been burned, he released his
grip, and this time when she stumbled, it wasn’t due to screwed-up equilibrium.
He held a wealth
of secrets, rage and heartache in those eyes. She wished to draw them out, take
them into herself in order to make him happy. Lia wondered if he’d ever laughed
in lighthearted glee. She suspected it had been a long time since he’d been
happy.
“I should have
known shopping would be a train wreck, same as the pizza.” He edged backward,
turning his attention to the shirts.
Lia shivered, as
much from the loss of his heated presence as from the memory of that hideous
food he’d called pizza. What was one supposed to do with such a flat, messy
food that dripped grease and a red sauce that resembled blood?
She trailed
after him, touching the fabrics as she went past. Were humans incapable of
making anything nice? Did they not care what they covered their bodies with?
Again, the loud, echoing voice boomed through the store. She whimpered and
resisted the urge to cover her ears. Obviously, Dev didn’t like it when she did
that. “Can we go home and come back tomorrow? We can bring Zeus.”
Dev turned and
shoved a stack of haphazardly-folded clothes into her hands. “No. We’re doing
this tonight, and besides, dogs aren’t allowed in the store.”
“I don’t like
these.” She attempted to return them, but he piled on another stack, this time
of some sort of heavy blue material. “Or those.”
“Too bad.” He
gripped her upper arm and propelled her through the racks toward a cluster of
booths with the words: Dressing Rooms
over them. “You can’t keep wearing my sweatpants. Sooner or later they’ll slide
down and show your business to the world.” With a smack to her rear end, he
pushed her toward one of the cubicles. “Try these on. I’ll see if I can find
some underpants and other stuff.”
He was gone
before she could question him or the warmth that flooded her insides at his
fleeting touch.
A woman, years
younger than her and wearing a blue vest with red lettering, approached her, a
sympathetic expression on her face. “Don’t worry, hun. Men aren’t the best when
it comes to shopping.” She took the clothes from Lia’s arms and dumped them on
a nearby countertop. “These are the wrong size, but I’ll fix ya up and bring
the lingerie, too.”
Lia didn’t know
what lingerie was, but she liked the sound of it. “Thank you. Dev’s a little
grouchy tonight.” A grin lifted the corners of her mouth, and she felt her
customary good humor creep into her soul.
“I can just
imagine. His type gets like that without a good, regular lay.” The woman’s
brown eyes sparkled, and the store lighting winked off a ring in her right
eyebrow. “You keep him on that hook, and he’ll do anything you want pretty
soon.”
“I don’t have a
hook.” Lia’s smile faltered as the clerk snorted. It didn’t matter. Dev needs to smile. He’s too prickly—like
his hair. Maybe his hair causes his bad mood! She shrugged. I’ll make him laugh somehow. With a
sigh, she focused on what the blue vest lady said. “Do you think Dev has magic?”
She didn’t protest as the woman led her into one of the dreary gray booths.
“Yeah, from the
looks of that body, I’d say he’s got some real good magic. I’ll bet his package
is huge.”
Excitement rose
in Lia’s chest. Ooh, did that mean Dev had a surprise waiting back at his
house? She wondered what it could be. “I love surprises.”
I
absolutely adored writing these characters.
I hope you'll pick up a copy of this book.
And
since the story of how the book came into being kinda revolves around
Valentine’s Day, here’s a quick little recipe for chocolate ganache. Of course, you can use this for tons of
things, and since summer is upon us, why not get your daily fruit intake in
with it?
Chocolate Ganache
Ingredients
9 ounces bittersweet chocolate,
chopped (you can also use chocolate chips)
1 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon of your favorite liquor
(raspberry, rum, orange, almond, etc.)
Directions
Place the chocolate into a medium
bowl. Heat the cream in a small sauce pan over medium heat. Bring just to a
boil. Keep an eye on it to prevent boiling over. When the cream has come to a
boil, pour over the chocolate, and whisk until smooth. Stir in the flavoring.
Allow the ganache to cool slightly
before application (dipping or pouring).
Giveaway on this post. Since summer is upon us, I’m giving away a
$5.00 Starbucks gift card. Have a frap
or iced coffee on me! Random winner will
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Lori’s love of reading has transcended to
include penning her own tales of romance. She is experimenting with writing in
several different genres, including paranormal – a definite favorite. “There is
just so much you can do when you step outside the known world,” she explains
“and creating a paranormal story allows you to take yourself and your readers
anywhere your imagination wants to go!” 
BLURB: Men of the present
weren’t able to hold archaeologist Evelyn Wright’s interest for long. Her
passion lay with discovering the lives, loves, and legacies of men in the past.
