Today on my blog I am interviewing romance author Jessica Jefferson
Jessica, what kind of music do you like?
I’m pretty eclectic. Some of the first music I remember really liking was Kris Kristoferson “A Star is Born”, and Led Zeppelin. Today I still listen to my classic rock, and a lot of heavy rock. It’s pretty anti-romance, but I make it work. Every band has a ballad.
Do you like to dance?
Not at all. I have perfected what has been fondly deemed, the white girl shuffle. I hate dancing. Even at my wedding, I only danced when absolutely required of me and even my father agreed it would be best if I had just sat down.
Can you describe your dream home to me?
Any home that comes equipped with a pool boy and a housekeeper could be considered my dream home.
If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?
I wish I could think of something creative or terribly intellectual, but I just can’t. Of course I’d love to be Lizzie Bennet. But that’s rather cliché for a romance writer, isn’t it. How about Becky Sharp? She’s witty, she uses her cunning and ruthlessness to get ahead. She’s the ultimate self-preservationist. It’s very much the opposite of myself, so it might fun to try that skin on for a while.
What is the first curse word that comes to mind? How often and why do you use it?
I gotta go with the “f” word. It’s uncouth and totally unladylike but it’s oh so versatile. It’s an adverb, it’s a noun, it’s a verb. I use it for a thousand different reasons at least a couple times a day. It’s a habit. What can I say – my grandfather was a navy man and my dad a marine. Swearing like a sailor is part of my genetic make up..
Now that you have learned a little about Jessica check out her latest book.
Ambrosia Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable young lady should be. Haunted by a memory and compelled by her family, she pursues perfection to a fault.
The Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial imposed exile. As the second son, he has led a life filled with frivolity, leisure, and a healthy dose of debauchery. Now his older brother has died, leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.
At the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could provide instant fortune and respectability – he must marry. But there is only one prospect who meets the unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems – the lovely Miss Ambrosia Tisdale. But securing the prudent daughter of a Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this scandal ridden second son of an Earl has bargained for.
With scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him from his goal, will Duncan succeed in compromising Miss Tisdale?
Have Your Attention Yet? Here Is An Excerpt For You.
She had stumbled upon the library. A fire in the hearth threw a faint glow over leather lined volumes that filled floor to ceiling book shelves. Lavishly upholstered plush arm chairs sat upon Aubusson rugs scattered throughout the room. A settee was positioned across from a giant stone faced fireplace where a shirtless man sat warming his hands.
Certainly, her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Then the shirtless man turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.
It wasn’t a hallucination-he was real. She hadn’t been expecting to find a partially dressed man, and he obviously wasn’t expecting to be found. It was but a moment before the man’s expression began to soften and a wicked smile slowly crept across his lips.
A smile that stole the breath right from out of her.
Every gently bred fiber in her body screamed to turn around and run straight out the door. Hundreds of years of proper English rearing had produced a base instinct to flee when in the presence of an unknown male (especially one with so little clothing). But then he stood up, cautiously, the way one does as if not to startle a deer. Standing, he was clad in nothing but buckskin breeches, the dim light from the flames playing over the sculpted muscles and sinew of his shoulders and chest.
Breeding be damned, her feet simply refused to budge.
More About The Author
Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it – almost Chicago. Jessica originally attended college in hopes of achieving an English degree and writing the next great American novel. Ten years later she was working as a registered nurse and reading historical romance when she decided to give writing another go-round.Jessica writes likes she speaks, which has a tendency to be fast paced and humorous. Jessica is heavily inspired by sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy to transport the reader into a story they miss long after the last page is read. She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read her random romance musings.
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