Hi everyone, V here! Today we have a very special guest, my fellow LSB author Elizabeth Finn! Thank you, Elizabeth, for coming by to answer some questions today and for showcasing your book “The Devil’s Pawn.”
V: Tell me three things you love about your book.
This story is full of raw and sometimes ugly emotion. It isn’t a pretty love story loaded with lots of lovey dovey romance, and I love that dynamic in this story. They eventually find love, but it is a battle and a struggle from start to finish and loaded with intense sex scenes throughout! I also love the redemption aspect of this book. Derek finds the best part of himself thanks entirely to Ashton, and I love that he goes from being sooo unlovable to be the very best thing for her. And finally, I love finding love in a toxic environment. These characters have to overcome some intense obstacles, but they still fall head of heels in love with one another.
V: Plotter or Pantser?
Oh… a little of both for sure. I have to have a general idea where my story is going and who my characters are, but the scenes really write themselves and the story line shifts and turns in ways I never would have initially imagined setting out to write the story.
V: Describe yourself in four words.
Introvert, Sarcastic, Busy, Smart
V: Tell us about your favorite character you’ve written.
I have a December release coming out, Restoring Jordan, and I’ve fallen in love with my male character in that book! He is intelligent and goes from being happily detached to obsessed with my heroine. There is so much family dynamic and, quite frankly, lack of family dynamic that plays in to these characters lives. There is something so endearing about his story and what led to his content-to-be-a-bachelor attitude as well as his own realization of who he is and why he is the man he is and ultimately who he wants to be for the woman he loves.
V: If your city were about to be destroyed, and (after saving family/pets/BFF) you only have enough room for a shoe box full of stuff in your vehicle, what goes in the box?
My Kindle, my iPhone, wallet, any and every family picture I can find, deodorant, and toothbrush and toothpaste. And I will absolutely be sticking my laptop under my shirt since it won’t fit in my shoebox.
V: Haha, I won’t tell. 😉 If you could visit any fictional setting, where would go? Why?
Piece of cake – Hogwarts, and why… BECAUSE IT’S HOGWARTS!!! Can you imagine? Food appears in front of your eyes, you can talk to ghosts, the cloak of invisibility, I could go on…
V: I agree, Hogwarts is AMAZING! I’d love to visit as well. Now tell me, what’s your favorite part of a book to write? (beginning, first kiss, love scenes, black moment, ending?)
I would have to say, I love writing the intense sexual tension and the first love scene. I hate writing the beginning because I usually am so unsure of what I’m writing until I’m twenty or so pages in, the black moment stresses me out, later sex scenes can become tedious to write, but I love the sexual tension. That can go on and on and on and never get old to me, and the first sex scene is awesome too because you’re usually just so ready to put them in bed together!
V: Okay, now for the controversial one: Prologues, yay or nay?
I’ve never personally written a prologue, and I have to admit … I find that I skip them a lot…
V: Maybe a little less controversial: Epilogues, yay or nay?
I love epilogues. I’m never ready for a story that I love to end, and I like the details on what happens after the story ends. The epilogue gives readers a means to complete the story without having to guess what the future holds.
V: Lastly, would you please share an excerpt from your book? 🙂
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.”
V: I love that excerpt! Thank you so much for sharing! Friends, if you’d like to order your very own copy of the Devil’s Pawn, you can find it on Liquid Silver Books:
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