Friday, December 20, 2013

Fire Writer Friday Follow Up - Romy Sommer

Ho Ho Ho Cowboy Marvin has a December treat.

One of his favorite
Fire Writers, the first to do a 
Fire Writer Friday,
 is stopping by for the first 
Fire Writer Friday Follow Up.

Howdy Ms. Sommer, it is great to see you again.
I've a few more questions if you don't mind. 

What were you doing the last time you looked at a clock and realized you had lost all track of time? 

These days that happens rather a lot! 

Usually when exhaustion sets in and I realise I've been staring at the computer screen, book page or TV for ages without really taking in what I'm seeing.

The last time I was GOOD absorbed in something was writing. Then it really is easy to get lost and wonder where the time went!

What movie, no matter how many times you've seen it, do you have to watch when it's on? 

Interesting question. 

There are loads of movies I can happily re-watch but perhaps the one that I'd HAVE to watch if it was on is

Undercover Blues with Kathleen Turner and Dennis Quaid. 

It's still one of the funnies movies I've seen.

Do you think it was an 
Undercover Goat Production? 

If it involved goats, even behind the scenes, then it would have to be amazing.

What is one of the things you have or would put on your "bucket" list? 

I don't travel anywhere near as much as I'd like to, so there are still loads of places on my bucket list I want to go - 

a cruise down the Rhine, 

the Amalfi coast, 


the Carribean, 

carnival in Rio, 

Bourbon Street in New Orleans.... 

how much time have you got? 

Cos I can keep going....

I can see the appeal of Cornwall and the Carribean, lots of green things to munch.  

Partying in the streets in New Orleans and Rio, well goats love to dance so I'm all there.

But a cruise?  No thank you ma'am, this goat has heard about monsters that lurk in the water and will stay on dry land.

Tell me, other than this amazing goat, what's your favorite animal and why? 

Marvin, you're a tough act to follow, 

but I'm partial to dolphins. 

Dolphins? Odd looking creatures, no fur at all.  

They don't have sharp teeth do they?

And cats.

Cats are wonderful. 

They make great pets for goats.

Oh, and bearded lizards.

Um, no offense Ms. Sommer, but I'll stick with my cat.

Romy Sommer wrote for Written Fireside: For Clara Part 4 and Part 10
Harper Impulse now offers the entire story featuring Lori Connelly, Teresa F. Morgan, Romy SommerCharlotte Phillips, Carmel Harrington and AJ Nuest in the free sampler, Loving Winter Nights, Love Romance, click to get.

Romy Sommer also wrote for the current Written Fireside story.

Her latest book, The Trouble with Mojitos, is published by 
Harper Impulse a division of Harper Collins, and is available from the following online retailers: Amazon  Amazon UK  Barnes & Noble  Kobo  iTunes and All Romance eBooks.

Turquoise blue waters. Sandy white beaches. Mojitos...

Film location scout Kenzie Cole has found herself in paradise. Working in the Caribbean for a week is just what she needs to escape the long line of exes in her closet. Though the last thing she expects is to be picked up at the resort bar by a disgraced former Prince!

Luckily for Kenzie, exile is suiting the man formerly known as Prince Fredrik very well. And it’s not long before his rugged, pirate charm is proving hard to resist.

But Rik’s been spending his time in paradise exorcising demons of his own and he has danger written all over him. If Kenzie was sensible she’d run a mile instead of lose herself to lust - 


sometimes you have to get lost before you can be found....


“A mojito, please.” 

Kenzie sagged against the bar counter, not caring that her order sounded desperate or her body language suggested impatience. She needed alcohol, and she needed it now. 

The benefit of an empty bar was that the drink came reassuringly quickly, poured from an ice cold jug ready and waiting, and complete with swizzle stick and paper parasol. She ditched both and tossed the drink back. 

“Rough day?” The dreadlocked bar tender leaned on the scarred wooden counter. 

“You don’t know the half of it.” 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“Thanks, but I didn’t come here to talk.” She’d done enough of that all day. Talk, talk, talk, and still nothing to show for it. Now she understood how used car salesmen felt. Used. 

It was enough to drive a girl to drink. Or at least to the resort’s beach bar, since hitting the mini-bar in her hotel room was just too sad to contemplate. 

She didn’t drink alone. For that matter, she didn’t usually drink. Not these days. 

Beyond the thatched cabana, the sky flamed every shade of pink and orange imaginable as the sun set over the white sand and surf. But here inside the bar was dark, shadowy and strangely comforting after a day of white-hot heat. 

“She’ll have another.” 

She turned to the wryly amused voice, and wished she hadn’t as she spotted the dark figure at the shadowy end of the long bar. Great. The resident barfly, no doubt. As if she needed another reason to hate this resort, this island, and the whole stinking Caribbean. 

“I can order my own drinks, thank you.” 

The shadowed figure shrugged and turned his attention back to his own drink. “Suit yourself.” 

What was it with the men in this place? Didn’t think a woman could order her own drinks, didn’t think a woman could do business, wouldn’t even give her the time of day. She ground her teeth, the effects of the first drink not quite enough to blur the edges of her mood. “I’d like another, please.” 

She ignored the deep-throated chuckle down the other end of the bar as the barman removed her glass to re-fill it. 

The second drink followed the first a little more slowly, and this time she took a moment to savour it. Now she felt better. 

But she was still screwed. 

Neil had known it when he sent her out here. He’d known she’d be stone-walled, he knew he’d set her an impossible task, and still he’d sent her. He’d expected her to fail. Perhaps even wanted her to fail. 

There were days when her past seemed very far behind her. And then there were days like today, when it seemed she’d never escape the follies of her youth. 

“Sod him!” 

“That’s the spirit.” The stranger at the other end of the bar slid from his bar stool, out of the shadows and into the yellow lamplight. 

In another time and place he might have looked gorgeous, but in low-slung jeans that had seen better days, black long-sleeved tee, with hair in drastic need of a cut, several days’ worth of beard, and darkly glittering eyes, he was devastating. 

Pirate devastating. Bad boy devastating. 

Kenzie swallowed. Double great.

About Romy:

I’ve always written stories for myself, but didn't even think of being an author until I realized that being over thirty and living in a fantasy world was a little odd. Writing those same stories for other people makes it a lot more acceptable!

By day I dress in cargo pants and boots for my not-so-glamorous job of making movies but at night I come home to my two little Princesses, in Johannesburg, South Africa, where I live, and I get to write Happy Ever Afters. Since I believe every girl is a princess, and every princess deserves a happy ending, what could be more perfect?

You can follow Romy on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads or on her blog.

Thanks for stopping by Romy!

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