Hi peeps,

Please join me in welcoming Sorcha Mowbray to the blog!

Cassandra Dean: How long have you been writing?
Sorcha Mowbray: I have been seriously writing with the intention of pursuing publication for about four years. Once I got serious things started moving pretty quickly.

CD: What genres do you write besides historical erotic romance?
SM: I also write contemporary erotic romance. I have a short story out featuring a cowboy and the woman that got away, and I have a new erotic short coming out with Decadent later this year that is set in New York City at a mergers and acquisition firm.

CD: What inspired your main characters?
SM: Well, I knew I wanted to write one of the books in The Market Series about a lady of the house *ahem* a prostitute. I couldn’t find a way to make a relationship with a lord work that was believable so I decided it would be fun to write a common man story.

CD: Where do you write?
SM: My couch mostly, but also in the kitchen, and when it’s nice out on the patio. Have laptop, will travel.

CD: What book do you wish you’d written?
SM: I wish I’d written Cerise Sinclaire’s Shadowlands series. Damn those men are sexy!

CD: Do you have a specific writing style?
SM: I don’t know. I just do it. I hope there is something that people like about my writing, if that is my style/voice/whatever, then awesome. What that might be? I dunno. I like to think my style is to just tell a good story!

CD: How did you come up with the title?
SM: Well, I wanted to keep the series titles of a similar flavor. So, the first book was Love Revealed which meant I wanted to stay with a Love R— something. I thought about the story and what the interplay was between the hero and heroine and I realized it was about redemption. And voila! Love Redeemed became the title.

CD: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
SM: That would be a definite no. I really just tried to imagine what it would be like for a survivor who has accepted their fate to suddenly have all their expectations shaken by a total paradigm shift.

CD: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
SM: She’s not wildly new…2011, but Lucy Rodgers is writing some really dark erotic romance that pushes a lot of boundaries. I find it appealing when I’m in the mood.

CD: What are your current projects?
SM: I am working on another cowboy story, but it has a twist. A female bull rider. I am also working on a post-apocalypse M/M/M/F story. I kind of used the notion of The Lottery by Shirley Jackson as a jumping off point…only there is a really different scenario in play.

CD: Can you share a little of your current work with us?
SM: Here’s a bit from COVERING HER BULL, the female bull rider story. Lara has just been rescued from a handsy cowboy by Bull.

“Miss?” He reached out to cup her shoulder. The heavy weight of his hand pressed her skin through the thin layer of shirt as sparks lit across her body. Brain power reignited allowing her to both breath and possibly talk. Her attempt to respond ended in a choked mangle of sounds.

“Did he hurt you?” The man now gripped both of her shoulders as concern creased his brow. The sounds of the pack departing finally jogged her out of the stupor his fathomless eyes had caused.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. Greedily, she took in the rugged face of Bull Bullard. He was one of the stars of the PRCA until his injury last year. She’d know the familiarly chiseled face anywhere; after all, she’d been staring at it over her bed for almost three years. He was her idol, and now her savior.

“Good. You sure got yourself in a heap of trouble with that sassy mouth of yours.” He shook his head, disapproval making his oh so kissable mouth curl downward.

Indignation dispelled the last vestiges of her stupor. “Not my fault he didn’t understand what no means.”

“No. No it ain’t. But, you didn’t need to bait him by claiming to ride bulls. That was foolish.”

The heat of anger crept up her cheeks, scorching her face. She knew these men wouldn’t be happy about her presence, the boys in high school and college had been total assholes. “All I did was speak the truth.” Her temper flared, and now there was no reining it in, not that she wanted to. She stepped toward Bull and started poking him in the chest as she spoke. “I’m no damned rodeo queen or buckle bunny. I ride bulls. Plain and simple, and if you and the other riders can’t handle that, well it’s too damn bad. I’ve busted my ass to get here and I won’t stop until I have that PRCA card in my hand and a host of big ass gold buckles hanging on my wall. Got it?”

She had him pinned against the corral fence, her finger drilling a hole in his chest. “Damn woman I think I’m gonna be bruised in the morning.” He pushed her hand aside and rubbed the spot. “So, you’re the little lady that caused a stir by signing up. Who’d of thunk you’d be so damn pretty?” His lopsided smile caught her off guard and deflated her sails.

CD: Do you have any advice for other writers?
SM: Just put your butt in the seat and get it done. If you can’t get things moving then try some help from a book like Jill Badonsky’s The Muse Is In. I love this book. Even wrote a post about it on my group blog site.

CD: And now, the super quick bonus round!

Coffee/Tea? Both!

Cake/Cookies? Cupcakes, specifically.

Coke/Pepsi? Coke

Heels/Flats? Heels. I will never give my heels up.

BDB/The Order? The Order. Love those sexy vampires! The Brotherhood works for me too though.

Vampires/Werewolves? I have to go vampire. I just don’t like a hairy man.

Cats/Dogs? Both. I love all animals, and I love my cats, but I miss having a dog, too!

Fly/Drive? Fly. Love flying.

CD: Thanks for stopping by, Sorcha!
 

Brennan Whitling wants for nothing but the love of a good woman. He has a close family, good friends, and a successful textiles import business. But, a beautiful and elusive young woman he has only seen from afar haunts him. Until a chance meeting leads to far more than dinner.

Serena Freemont has only ever known the life of a prostitute. When an invitation to dinner by a handsome gentleman provides her an opportunity to experience life as a young lady, it’s too tempting to pass up. Much like the man issuing it. After a night of passion she must disappear or face his reaction when the truth is revealed.

To find happiness Serena must shed her past long enough to realize she is worthy of a future. To win her heart, Brennan must show her the redemptive power of love.

Decadent Publishing | Amazon | B&N | Amazon.uk | ARe | Coffee Time Romance

Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.

She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!

 

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