Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Romancing with Shehanne Moore

Today let's welcome author Shehanne Moore to the blog. As always I start with the question: what draws you as a reader to the romance genre?

Firstly Christine, thank you for having me on your blog today. I know you are a fellow Scot, although we may now live worlds apart and that means a lot to me.
Why am I drawn to read romance? Oh blame it on Scarlett and Rhett. What’s that quote...without love the world is dust and ashes. Some of the best, the most successful stories of all time are romance stories. I love the conflict, seeing two people go through the emotional wringer and hopefully being together at the end because they are right for each other.

Yes, Rhett and Scarlett have a lot to answer for.:) What is the most difficult part of writing a love story?

Making that initial spark believable. We all think that initial spark is simple lust but I believe it is way more complicated than that. 

Is creating a book title easy for you? Tell us about the process.

Oh God, I get to the 90 percent mark and I think AHHHH! Hit my head off walls and everything. Being a royal pain, I don’t want one that’s already out there and I want one that sums up the book. But I do want one that is sort of catchy. Believe me it is easier to write 90 thousand words.

True, I like a book to have an original, catchy title. Do your characters love the direction you take for them or do they have other ideas?

Oh my characters do their own thing which leads to even more head banging moments. The first chapter of Lady Fury was to be entirely different. The hero was nicer. A sort of adviser guru. Although they knew one another previously, they were not involved. Instead what came out was this blackmailing son of a...well you know.. she’d had a torridly passionate affair with and stuff about a past in Jamaica. I went down to our bathroom-it is this huge room with a couch in it- and I sat on that couch and said, ‘What the hell? What’s with this Jamaica stuff? Huh?’ I really had no idea. But I knew I was thinking fast.

I love that... "adviser guru". Any tips for writers that you'd love to share?

Never stop learning the craft and the market conditions. Be gracious and generous to other writers. It is a hard world out there and support is invaluable. Kill your darlings if you must. And, whether you are aspiring, or published, never give up.

It's been great having you here, Shehanne, in fact you are a "Great Scot" to host. I'm pleased to blog with a native countrywoman, anytime. Tell us about your next book.

Well, Christine, it is a historical set in Scotland, and it’s called His Judas Bride. But before anyone thinks it’s the obvious woman marries man and finds herself torn between him and her goals, he’s not even her bridegroom. I really love Glencoe and while the setting is fictional, a number of places there inspired this one.


Genoa 1820

Rule One: There will be no kissing.
Rule two: You will be fully clothed at all times…
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.
Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…


Fury sat down and dipped the quill into the ink. She detected the faintest trace of nerves. It must be the fact Thomas lay in the cellar. Why else would a man, so great, so stalwart, so worldly as Captain Flint be nervous of her?
   “Well, yes,” she said, listening to the pleasing scratch of the nib on the soft paper.
“Babies are not always made in a night. Of course, you wouldn’t know that, being you. It will take time.”
“All the more reason then to just get going. After all this time, sweetheart, you don’t know how eager I am.”
He strode across the tiled floor and the ink trailed a long dark path across the paper as he dragged her to her feet. Had it blobbed it might have been something to worry about. But she was very set on this. And calm. As calm as one could be having this man in her bedroom, knowing what was coming next out of dire necessity, her husband in a box in the cellar and her cast off, potential lovers on their way out the door.
“No, James.” She held a hand up between their lips. “There will be no kissing.”
“No kissing? Why in hell not?”
It displaced her calm to see him grin. She would have preferred that he was indignant. Especially as he was a man who thought he could settle all his arguments—with women anyway—with a kiss. But she kept her face cold, blank.
“Because.” In some ways she was cold. Cold with rage.
“Aw, come on Fury, didn’t you like my kissing? Hmm?” His breath, hot and male, brushed her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, splaying his hands across her back, so her hand might as well not have been there for all the protection it was.
But she was calm. Didn’t she have to get into bed with him after all? So, even the impulse to squirm was one she would squash. When she thought of all he had done to her, she would give him nothing. Not even the knowledge she found his proximity so unsettling that she sought to pull away.
“Your kissing was fine, in its way, I suppose. But kissing is a sign of affection.”
“How do you make that out?”
She knew exactly why he scratched his head. Their love-making had been torrid. It had been sensual. It had been shaming. And it had been absent of any affection. Certainly on his part. So, why on earth would a kiss be a sign of anything? To him anyway. She was the damn fool who had thought it had. Who even now was forced to concede the pleasure it would be to take her hand across his face to assist his understanding of her feelings. The impertinence of the damn man, the stinging ignorance.
“It just is.” She eased the distance between them a whisper. “So there will be none. Not now. Not at all.”
“All right then. Saves time. It means—”
“Rule two.” She saw his eyes freeze as he readied himself to yank off his shirt. She persisted anyway. Why not? In many ways she walked a tightrope here. If she paused it might be to her detriment. “You will be fully dressed at all times.”
“What? How the hell am I meant to—”
“I am sure you will manage. You managed plenty before. But I do not desire to look at your body before, during, or after. Nor in any shape or form wandering about this house in just your breeches. Is that understood?”
He dropped his hands from his shirt and glared, so he must have. “You wanted to look at it plenty before. In fact, it makes my head spin, just how often you—”
True. But that was then. “Rule three.” Clasping her fingers around the cool edge of the dressing table to create another inch of distance, she continued.
“Rule three? You mean there’s more?”
“I will not touch you in any place, intimate or otherwise. I will lie. You will perform.”

Copywrite Shehanne Moore. Etopia Press
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  1. Elaine, thank you for having me swath a pleasure to blether with a fellow Scot Rather like the sound of your white rose book so will be returning the blether.

  2. Great interview, ladies!

    It's good to know I'm not the only one who has a hard time with titles. I'm thankful on those rare occasions when one jumps out at me--otherwise I'm headbanging right along with you. ;)


  3. Charley share the wall. Titles are the last thing I get. I envy those who have them from the start

  4. Hi ladies. Another great post, and it's great to hear how we each are different - yet the same. Me? I often have the title from the get go. It seems to jump out at me and I often then weave it through the storyline so that it kind of ties it up. Or in your case, Shey, ravels it up. :-) My last book was written, from start to finish, in three weeks. No joke. But my current WIP is as stubborn as anything. I'm really struggling with it. Oh well. At least I have a good title. LOL.

  5. Hi Noelle, nice to see you. Sure you will lick that wip into shape. You have the title? I'm jealous.

  6. Great interview ladies! Looking forward to 'His Judas Bride', Shehanne

  7. Cat thank you so much. Christine Elaine did a great job with the questions.

  8. Yes, a wonderful interview! Love the quote from Gone with the Wind, too!

  9. Thank you for coming by Sharon... off to visit your latest interview later today. xx