Today’s guest is Elizabeth Finn, touring with her latest release, The Devil’s Pawn. Let’s all give her a warm welcome and get straight to business, shall we?
1) How long have you been writing?
I started writing fiction about five years ago, and I made it about 35,000 to 40,000 words in to a manuscript that I ended up shelving until this past spring. Life got in the way, and I started a family, and I ultimately allowed myself to be pulled away from fiction writing until this past spring. I dusted off the keys, finished the manuscript, was on such a roll that I knocked out a second one, and submitted them both. My October 22ndrelease, Brother’s Keeper, is the manuscript that I started five years ago, and The Devil’s Pawn (9/17) is the one that I wrote because I was on such a high from finishing Brother’s Keeper.
2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)
Too many as most people can relate. I work full time as a Human Resources Specialist in my company’s HR department, I’m a half time college student, and I’m mom to an amazing little four year old. I keep the balls from dropping by living by a fairly detailed calendar, and not sleeping nearly as much as I ought to! I write after my son is in bed, and that often keeps me up until the wee hours of the morning.
3) What can you tell us about your release The Devil’s Pawn? What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J
I always struggle with this question. I have always, since I was a child in fact, invented stories in my head. I have more stories that evolved and re-evolved over the years, and they have been a coping mechanism of sorts for me throughout life. The Devil’s Pawn is simply one of many stories that have developed over time. It’s been invented and reinvented with new plot twists, and this is the most recent and current version of a premise that has been floating in my mind for longer than I can recall.
4) What is it about the contemporary erotic romance genre that you like so much?
I love realism. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fanatical about paranormal and historic too (I’m actually writing a paranormal romance right now), but I’m a sucker for realistic emotion, and real tangible life. I can see these stories happening now in this life, and that’s the pull for this particular genre.
5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?
I’m finishing a paranormal erotic romance right now, and I’m soooo excited about it. I love the characters as much as any of my contemporary ones, and I hope to be sharing it soon. It is still set in real time, real life, etc.
6) Sweet or sour?
7) Chocolate or vanilla?
Elizabeth Finn is an Iowa native, where she lives with her husband and son. By day, Elizabeth is a Human Resources Specialist, but by night, she checks her professionalism at the door and immerses herself in the world of writing erotic romance. Look for more to come from Elizabeth Finn.
When Ashton is left orphaned after her parents are murdered, her life becomes a hell she could never have imagined. Left to fend for herself, and responsible for a debt she doesn’t owe, she is swept into a life as a gentleman’s escort at a private men’s gaming hall. Her new manager makes it abundantly clear he doesn’t appreciate her inexperience, innocence, and shyness. On the contrary, he despises everything about her.
Derek can be “difficult,” she’s been told. And however dark and handsome he may be, he terrifies her in a way that chills her to the bone, but leaves her begging to understand him. As they are pulled along together, more secrets and threats than either one could ever conceive are revealed, and a common enemy emerges. This enemy will stop at nothing to bring Derek to his knees while using Ashton as the greatest pawn in his torturous game.
Will Derek be able to let down his shield of cold, harsh emotion before it’s too late? Will he be able to sacrifice himself to save Ashton, or will they both be destroyed by the secrets of their pasts?
Once in the fitting room, Derek takes the chair again while I start to remove my clothes. I intentionally wore ugly, stretched-out, white cotton underwear that is entirely too big on me in the event he should be here. My mouth isn’t the only thing that can get me into trouble—my sarcasm knows no bounds when I’m unhappy.
As he sees the appalling excuse for an undergarment, his eyes move up to mine, narrowing darkly at my obvious defiance. I look coolly back at him before looking away dismissively. My anger and resentment of him from the humiliation he subjected me to the previous morning, not to mention his treatment of me over the past two weeks, have charged me into a bold, fiery bitch that no longer cares what retribution I might face. While my tongue usually gets me in trouble, today I decided to let my underwear do the talking.
Jacob enters with an armful of dresses for me to try on, and he cringes as he takes in my defiant granny panties, hated the world over by men, including, apparently, gay men.
He turns to Derek, and with a scrunched-up face, he worries out loud. “The dresses aren’t going to lay right over those…” He tosses a nod in my general direction.
Derek wastes no time at all reassuring Jacob and striking back at me. “No worries. Ashton was just taking them off. She won’t be wearing underwear anymore.”
I glare defiantly back at him as I drop the loose fabric to the floor. He returns the glare for a moment before letting his gaze travel down my body to my sex, and as it lands there, smoldering with heat, I turn abruptly from him, intentionally showing him my backside instead. I look to the mirror in front of me, and I catch his eyes flit away from me in annoyance. He worries his lip with his thumb and index finger as he contemplates, and the slightest of smirks crosses over his mouth. Jacob is standing by looking from one to the other of us, obviously wondering just exactly what he’s gotten himself in the middle of.
Derek finally looks back to Jacob. “Get on with it.”
I try on one after the other of the dresses. Some are perfect; Jacob pins in additional alterations in others. Derek sits by bored, only glancing up from his cell phone occasionally. One such occasion is when Jacob remarks that I’m “just not curvy enough for this one.”
Derek looks up to Jacob, but he shifts his eyes to mine before commenting, “Yes, well, if you can figure out some way of making her look female, you let me know.”
Jacob again lets his eyes pass between us, seeming to wonder all the while what he’s missing.
As I hold Derek’s eyes with my own, my anger falters, and the pain that is behind my fury pushes through. I try to wrangle my tears into submission, but it’s no use. In defeat, first one, and then another spills from my eyes and slides down my cheeks. Jacob regards my state and excuses himself from the room.
I stand on the hemming block in the center of the room, refusing to look at Derek. But he’s looking at me, and as my hurt continues to work through my entire body, I let my tongue do what it does best. “Why do you hate me so much?”
He says nothing, but stands and moves to me. Reaching around behind me, he pulls the zipper of the dress down, and then, returning his hands to my shoulders, he pulls the straps down, exposing first my small breasts, and then the rest of my naked body as it falls to the floor.
He leans in to my ear and speaks. “You don’t know anything about me.” He then takes me by the hand and pulls me to stand in front of the mirror, and leaning to my ear once more as I watch him in the mirror, he speaks gently. “Lean forward and put your palms on the mirror.”
Thanks for stopping by, Elizabeth! Love the title, and love your cover!