Danger and Desire: Ten Steamy Romantic Suspense Novels
Hold on tight for ten tales of intrigue and passion from New York Times Bestselling and award-winning authors. Men in uniform, sexy spies and pulse-pounding action fill over 650,000 words of this limited edition boxed set.

1. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?Ugh, yes, and it drives me crazy! I know some writers claim to never suffer from this evil affliction, but I certainly do and I hate every second of it. Usually I just need to back away for a while or maybe rethink the scene I’m working on. Oftentimes it’s because I don’t have a clear enough vision about what I’m writing or what I want to happen in the scene/chapter. I have to be able to visualize it first on my mental movie screen, then I can write it down. That’s just my process.2. How do you develop your plot and characters?I think of a really bare bones plot, and then wonder what sort of characters would be most interesting in that situation. I usually have some vague idea of how the story will at least start or finish, then I come up with the characters and first figure out their goals, motivations and conflicts. I like to have the bones all laid out before I go any further, and I also add physical characteristics, personality quirks, etc. 3. What is the hardest part about writing for you?Ugh, the drafting process! Some books are easier for me than others, but there have been a few that I literally fought through, each chapter, one by one. That’s always hard, when a book fights me like that. Lucky for me, I’m stubborn in a quiet way, so eventually I get through it. But sometimes when things are really not going well, I fantasize about stabbing my laptop screen. ha4. What do you like to do when you are not writing?I love to quilt, paint, garden, bake and make my house cozy and tidy. Kind of like a Martha Stewart wannabe, but less fancy. lol5. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?I’m working on my 25th. Of all time has to be Absolution, the final book of the Suspense Series. It features Luke Hutchinson, my absolute favorite of all my heroes. I have such a crush on him!6. How do you do research for your books?It depends, but I read lots of articles online, or watch documentaries or interviews. Youtube can be surprisingly informative, I’ve found. I also am fortunate to have a couple of really solid military and former Spec Ops contacts who I can bounce random questions off of. I’ve been really lucky with them! My Bagram Series is the most heavily researched. I hate flying but I’ve gone up in helicopters to get the feel of flying in one, I’ve interviewed flight instructors, pilots (including a Navy pilot who survived a crash and an Army medevac pilot), flight crews. I learned so much from those guys and I really appreciated their time and input. I just made sure I didn’t tell them I was doing research for a ROMANCE book until much later, and only if they asked. Every single time, they were amazed that I would want that level of detail for a love story. (That’s why I didn’t tell them up front!)7. What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you? Right now (I know, I can’t believe it! either) and my favorite I’ve had a few people comment, when they meet me in person, that I’m nothing like what they expected. My books are pretty hard-hitting and my characters are very strong, fiery people. I’m a total homebody and kind of shy, and I’m a girly girl, love lace and roses and all that good stuff. I rarely curse and I’m very introverted. Kind of the opposite of my kickass heroines and military heroes!8. Tell us about a favorite character from a book.Well, twist my arm! That would be Luke Hutchinson, of course, a character in my first series (Suspense Series), and the hero of the fifth and final book, Absolution. I love this guy more than any of my other heroes. For real. There’s just something about the way he’s suffered over the years, living a life of self-imposed isolation, and I LOVED giving him his second shot at a happily-ever-after. That book poured out of me and it’s still my favorite one to date. I don’t think any other book I’ll ever write will ever come close in my heart.9. Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?I do! I’m a bit of an old soul, so I love listening to old jazz like Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong and the like. I find it very cozy and soothing to curl up with my laptop with them crooning in the background, especially in the fall and winter while I have the fireplace on. I do also listen to playlists or certain tracks that pertain to the book I’m currently working on. Sometimes I’ll hear a song on the radio that makes me think of a certain character/scene, and I download it into a folder for that particular book.10. What was the scariest moment of your life?When I was six months pregnant with my second son and started hemorrhaging on Christmas Day. That was not fun. But, the nearly three months of bedrest that followed were responsible for launching my writing career, so that was a good thing, and thankfully my son was born healthy at full term. Still, very scary when I saw all that blood. I remember trying to stay very still and calm, so I wouldn’t bleed faster. 11. What are your favorite TV shows?I love Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory, but mostly I watch documentaries and things like that. Because I’m a nerd and love to learn, especially if it has to do with history, the military, or the ocean.

He leaned even closer, placed his hands on the counter on either side of her to cage her in, all the while holding her gaze. “No,” he said again, softer this time.A spurt of panic flickered in her eyes. She tried to duck out from under his arm but he blocked her easily, pinning her hips with his own. Her head snapped up, those wide gray eyes filled with shock as she felt his erection pressing into her belly. She jerked her eyes away, swallowed again. “Let me go. Right now, Gage, I mean it.”She was strung so tight she was on the verge of shattering. A volcano about to erupt. And God, he’d love nothing more than to incinerate in the ensuing explosion with her. He wasn’t worried about her hurting him. Whatever she could dish out, he could take it and more. “No.”His calm tone acted like a trigger. With an inarticulate sound of rage, she twisted and shoved at his shoulders. Gage caught her wrists and quickly shifted her away from the counter, backed her up against the kitchen wall and pinned her there with his weight. He had only a moment for his brain to register the feel of her soft curves molded to him before she began struggling, trying to shove him away. Not happening.He held her there, refusing to back down. Her teeth were bared, eyes narrowed, breath coming in short gasps. Low, animal sounds came from her throat as she fought and got nowhere. He could tell it infuriated her more that he’d subdued her so easily, overpowered her with his greater strength. Recognizing she couldn’t win, after a minute or two she stilled, quivering with fury, every line of her luscious body rigid with anger and outrage. With him so close she was forced to tilt her head back to look into his face. The warm puffs of her uneven breaths bathed his skin.“Fuck you, let me go,” she snapped, her voice ragged, tight with emotion. Hands holding her wrists on either side of her head, he waited for her to calm down and meet his gaze. At last she did and he could see the turmoil written there. All the anger and pain, the physical need she was trying to hide from him. Her sweet citrus scent, intensified by her increased body heat, swirled around him. He could get drunk on her so easily. Just lean down and put his mouth to the rapidly thrumming pulse in her neck, taste that soft, fragrant skin.Holding her gaze, he let one heartbeat of charged silence spread between them. Another. Letting her know without words that he was fully capable of keeping her like this for as long as he wanted.His body was primed, begging him to grab her, tear that tight black skirt and top off her and force her to vent everything that was eating at her from the inside, replace it with white­hot sexual release.The throb between his legs bordered on painful. He shifted his hips against her and bit back a moan at the feel of her against his erection, noting the way her pupils expanded and her nostrils flared. The evidence of her arousal kicked his lust into high gear. Gage forced himself to take a single, calming breath, waited until the roar in his ears subsided. If this was the last time he got tohave her, he was going to make it one hell of a goodbye.Staring straight into her eyes, he released her wrists and murmured, “Turn it loose.”