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Happy :D Fourth Anniversary Breathless Press!
I had the opportunity to interview one of Breathless Press's awesome authors, Leona Bushman. :-)
This is what she shared with me:
What part of writing do you find the most challenging? most enjoyable? Working around my kids and job. Out of all the books you've written, if you could live in one of them which would it be and why? Yikes! Depends on which character I got to be... LOL I like Ernestine's world. Or perhaps Captain Faraways.
In what scenario do you do your best work? Under deadline. lol! I bet!
What book should under No circumstances ever be made into a movie? The Bible. I know it's been done, but I have yet to see one that isn't cheesy or over done.
What is your favorite color? Depends on day... I paint with oils. And sometimes my favorite color is blue, sometimes purple...and sometimes green... Ooohh, artistic in more than one way. ;-) How awesome!
What is your favorite summer activity? Camping! Awesome! My family and I love to camp too!
Hardback, paperback, ebook or audio book? Paperback! Easy to hold and won't cost me a lot of money if I drop it in the tub.
Are you more likely to wear a skirt or pants? Pants. Although, if I had more medieval clothes finished (I make them sometimes) I'd probably wear more skirts.
What is your favorite or least favorite veggie and fruit? I love fruit. You'll be hard pressed to find a fruit I don't at least like. And veggies, I'm fond of the ones I grow
What is your favorite favorite splurge? Art supplies. Hands down.
Favorite beverage? Caffeine. :D
Thank you for the opportunity to find out more about you. :-) We (me and my followers) love shifters. That is one of the reasons I wanted to interview you. I have your book Ulfric's Mate on my wishlist.
About this Author:
Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most common one is superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangeroo from a tree and yes that is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen Leona hasn't looked back. Even when her muse tries to muck things up.
Nolan and Alexandria fight their sexual attraction, but can't deny the pull of being mates, despite a serial murder investigation.
Nolan Littlebull is the alpha of the Wahpawhat pack of Werewolves and the lead detective on a series of murders of pregnant women from his pack. Torn between human justice and were justice, he travels deep onto the Yakama Reservation tracking the ones responsible. He is attacked by one of the rival pack, only to be defended by another from the rival pack.
Alexandria George is the healer for the Lupins. She defends the mysterious wolf in their territory from her pack's bully and escapes with the stranger. Nolan and Alex face the complications of being mated and together they must find and identify the killer while facing an uncertain future.
"Thanks," he said, his voice muffled through the shirt. "For the rescue as well," he added quietly after pulling the shirt she had dug out from behind his dirty truck seat.
"You're welcome," she replied as she stepped off the truck's running board. "Lead me to my room. I'm exhausted and need my beauty rest." As she came around the front end of the truck, she smiled.
"From where I'm standing, you get plenty of that."
Her face heated as a blush crept along her cheekbones. "Thanks." She walked up the front steps to his two-story home. It looked like a phantom rising out of the ground. The windows reflected the mesmerizing moonlight and the glow made her think of stars in the predawn just before the sun rises to take away their backdrop.
He unlocked the door, opened it, and waited for her to precede him. Gentleman? Or the training of law enforcement to never have their backs turned to a criminal? She tried to read his mind, but he held it carefully blank.
"Main living area is upstairs. You keep going right as you get up the stairs, and the bathroom is at the end of the hall. The guest room is the last one on the left. My room's on the right if you need anything." Even his voice was neutral.
She looked at him curiously for a moment before heading to the bathroom. When she stepped under the shower's stream, she sighed in relief. Her skin itched and felt over tight from the dried gunk left on her skin and in her hair after the shape-shifting.
As she relaxed under the spray of warm water, pictures of her in the shower started playing through her head. She was washing her hair and lathering the soap across her breasts when Nolan arrived. Her belly quivered with lust which pooled, then spread as she envisioned him in there with her.
When her daydream reached the point of him entering, she realized it was his thoughts in her head. The fantasy abruptly stopped as if someone had switched the channel. She tried to feel annoyed that his fantasy had intruded on her quiet moment, but the heat in her abdomen kept her from lying to herself.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was aware of his struggle to control his thoughts and appreciated the attempt at valor. However, she knew that a single, healthy man with a woman he found attractive using his shower was bound to have sensual thoughts.
She finished, dressed in the clothes provided by him, and walked out to the main living area. He stood by a large bay window, looking out at the mountain in the distance. He turned toward her slightly, then shifted his gaze back to the picturesque view.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly and with dignity. "I've always judged other men for how they seemed to objectify every woman they see. Then I go and do it with a woman in my protection. I'm aware that you saw what I was thinking. I-"
She put a finger on his lips. "I too have read men's thoughts regarding women. Regarding me. You tried to keep yours in check. We saved each other's lives. We're coming down off the adrenaline high of battle combined with the lust of our animal sides. It's natural and healthy for you to see me as desirable. It's also honorable of you to stop them when you realized what you were doing."
Nolan looked at her intently, and she could feel him in her mind probing her for truth. She thought he didn't even know he was doing it. It was probably a technique he had employed since childhood. She smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth.
Crimson, Vol 1
Blurb: Dark, sexy, delectable reads await. Join us as ten stories seduce, suck, and ensnare your body and soul with tales of vampires in this anthology.
Excerpt from Daryn's Slayer in Crimson:
“Good morning, Cassandra. So good to see you.” The sarcasm dripping from his tones, his first line of defense with her couldn’t possibly have been missed, but she apparently chose to ignore it.
“Good morning, Daryn. Ready to come home? Tired of your little rebellion?”
He’d had centuries of practice, schooling his face into the impassive lines hiding his real emotions. She enjoyed her tortures too much to let her see how deeply she affected him. “Tired, yes. The little minx whose home we’re in kept me busy all night,” he replied, and walked down the hall. He could have evaporated in mist and gone somewhere else, but, unless he planned on feeding again, which was significantly harder for him in daylight, he could only do it once. And she would follow. He had no intentions of showing her where he lived.
“You’re less funny than you believe yourself to be, my protégée,” she said, not letting him leave her sight.
“Apparently, I have wit beyond compare, as you see fit to push yourself in my presence, wanted or not,” he replied, taking the stairs two at a time down to the ground floor. It wouldn’t be long until he could no longer walk in the full sun, even early dawn, if he didn’t find a werewolf soon. Going outside burned him, the morning light the least problematic.
Cassandra would hound him. She hoped to trap him back into the fold with his need. She didn’t know where he’d found his werewolf blood all these years, but she’d retaliated ages ago by ordering her coven’s guards to kill all of the renegade weres on sight, making it harder for him to find the powerful sustenance. She wanted him back. What he didn’t understand was why.
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