Interview with Virginia Nelson

June 13, 2013 Feature, Interview 0

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Please tell the readers about yourself and the books you write?

My name is Virginia Nelson and I live on the frozen beaches of Lake Erie with my kids and a couple poisonous frogs. I like to drive too fast, yell at inanimate objects, and sing off key. Books for sale, snark for free.

Tell us about your latest book.  Do you have anything new in the works and can you tell us a bit about it?  

Sugar on Top is about a billionaire dating service and a woman appalled by it. Lydia is a successful businesswoman in her own right and when she learns of a site that matches up playboys with the women they can buy, she uploads a profile filled with a piece of her mind. Chandler is the man who finds that piece of her mind fascinating, a billionaire from small town roots who hasn’t forgotten where he came from. When these two meet, sparks fly and she finds he can give as good as he gets…in more ways than one. I have a few projects in the works. Dom of the Dead is a bdsm ghost story, coming soon from Decadent. I’m also working on a fun little mm erotic piece I hope will release this year and in January, Runaway Groom, the first of my Watkin’s Pond books (Small town can mean big romance.) releases with Samhain.

What inspired you to write (title of your book)?

My friend, Kristen, forwarded me a news article about a website for dating men just as rich as my fictional Chandler. I think she was perhaps hinting I should get out more, but what I saw was a series idea.

How do you describe your writing style?

I would say I write stories about identifiable women who aren’t perfect and the men who are strong enough to claim them.

When writing who is in charge you or your characters? How do you deal with bossy characters?

My author pal, Saranna Dewylde, says she just notes the stories down as they come to her. I kind of feel this is the most accurate description I’ve ever read about how the storytelling process works since we’re just lucky enough to ‘hear’ the stories and scratch them down. How I deal with bossy characters is I let them lead. It’s a dance and as an author, I don’t get to lead.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging about writing?

Finding balance. I’m a full time college student, I’m an editor, I’m a single mom of three wonderful but challenging children and in between all that, I write books. It’s really hard to find the time to breathe, amidst all of that, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned while writing your books?

That I can tell stories about people who are nothing like me, that I can go on the adventures with them. Just like reading a good book, writing one is a journey. I’m just happy the characters let me ride along.

What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Understand that people are going to tell you how much you rock and others will tell you how much you are a hack, but at the end of the day, it’s you’re responsibility as an author to tell the story as it’s meant to be told.

Now for a fun question, what is in your TBR pile?

Everything Kristen Higgans. I love her books. The next Hollows novel from Kim Harrison is on the list since she has me all wrapped up in Trent and I really must know what happens…

When did you know that you wanted to be a writer? Was your family and friends supportive?

I’ve always written. I finished my first book when I was nine—it was terrible—and my family was NOT supportive. We weren’t a family of readers, I was the oddball, so I got grounded from books as much as my sister got grounded from her bike.  In an amusing aside, my dad once cut off his finger. I rushed in the house, panicked, and he held the disconnected digit up at me and said, “Put it back on.”
I looked at him like he was whackadoodle and said, “I can’t.”
He stuffed the finger back on ice and grunted. “You read all those books but never anything useful…”
Nope. I can’t reattach fingers… lol

Who (if anyone) has been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?

I couldn’t write if my kids and friends weren’t so supportive. From bringing me coffee to not minding me being a hermit, they make what I do doable. I also really rely on my crit partners, Sara and Heather. Fantastic authors, they’ve been kind enough to help me shine and grow my work, helping me on every level of this journey

What are you currently working on? Anything you can share regarding your current Work in Progress?

I’m currently writing a spicy little mm story…one of the men is a firefighter so I’m having a blast heating things up for him.

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SugarOnTop-200x300Blurb:

Some people have got to get real…

Lydia Tompkins isn’t looking for love. She’s annoyed. A dating site devoted to matching up gold diggers with men willing to pay for their time? Thinking she can add a dash of reality to their pipe dreams of Stepford wives, she uploads her picture and a piece of her mind and never expects any serious responses.

Some people even want to…

Chandler Hawk remembers a time before the wealth. Finding the most appalling dating site he’s ever heard of while surfing the net, he clicks on it and finds the most real woman he’s seen in a long time.

The sugar daddy meets a woman who doesn’t need a man to take care of her and sparks fly. Will they find a happily ever after, with Sugar on Top?

 

Excerpt:

Leaning close, he breathed in her ear. The hot feel of it, the knowledge his mouth was right there, sent a long quaking shiver down her back. Placing her hands on the soft fabric of his dress shirt and reveling in the heat of his chest, she inhaled his scent. Leather and man.

Delicious.

“Are you going to say game on?”

She whimpered.

Dammit. She wasn’t some weak minded woman swept away by a hard dick and a mouth that made her body sing.

Trying to get herself together, she opened her mouth to tell him as much but, instead, “Game on.”

That husky whisper, was that really her?

His mouth found hers and his hands caught at her hips, bunching the fabric in his fists.

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