I’m about to gush over a girl I barely know yet has become important to me. Get ready.
Katie O’Connor is an absolute sweetheart. I met her first when she would comment on my stories. Then I met her ‘for real’ and didn’t even realize it at one of my CaRWA meetings. When she offered to read FINDING EMMA for me and casually mentioned she was at the meeting, my jaw dropped. SWEET! I LOVE meeting writers with passion for their craft. LOVE IT.
Then I read her story that she has out. Time for a bit of honesty. I took a ‘break’ from work and went for a bath so I could enjoy her story in the right setting. THE GIFT is a sweet morsel of a treat that you don’t want to miss. Trust me.
But … I’d love for you to meet Katie as well. She’s a doll and you’ll soon see why 🙂
I started reading Steena’s books long before I ever met her, and when she asked me to do a guest post here, my heart raced and my eyes bugged out. I thought, “Me, on a famous writer’s blog? Oh my God!” Thanks for inviting me here Steena.
First off, I must warn you that I am a very ordinary person with a very twisted imagination.
I was born at a very early age. In a taxi. In Germany. It would seem that I was too impatient to reach the Canadian Military base hospital and thought a taxi was a fine place to make my debut. My father maintains that I came out squalling and haven’t shut up since. Personally I think that was just the first evidence of my creative genius and desire to entertain. My next attempt at creativity came two years later when I pitched myself down the stairs and broke my collar bone on Boxing Day. I did it just to add some interest to what was proving a very boring day after a stellar Christmas day.
My childhood was littered with half-truths, exaggerations and full-out lies; usually designed to cover my ass and get my siblings into hot water. I mean really, is there a better use for creativity than that? I’m pretty sure I went through a stage of “why tell the truth if a lie will work.” That’s not dishonesty, it is creative genius.
My actual writing career started in university. I started playing with words and trying to scratch down the ideas that cluttered my head. Now I am willing to admit that perhaps my writing wasn’t all that I thought it was, but it was good enough to get me admitted to a creative writing-poetry class that only accepted 12 out of 500 applicants. Sadly, I wasn’t able to attend the class as I became pregnant with what turned out to be two lovely daughters. (AKA: The Spawn.)
Twins keep you pretty damned busy! My writing was put on hold for a number of years until they started school. By then, the brilliant ideas rattling around in my head threatened to make my head explode unless I wrote them down. So I wrote a romance novel. Then another. I finished at least four novels and started a dozen more. Funny thing is every editor I sent them to failed to recognize my brilliance. Not publishable? Really? Clearly they weren’t reading my work; they must have sent me someone else’s letter.
Life has a way of changing your plans, we moved to a new city and I found other pursuits to keep me busy for a while. But always, in the back of my mind was that crazy, nagging urge to write. Ideas came to me as dreams of romance, sexual encounters and on occasion as entire novels. I decided that my mind was trying to tell me something, so I parked my luxuriously upholstered backside into a chair and granted some of those ideas freedom. The result was The Gift. I sent it off to Etopia press and they decided to publish it! Woot Woot!
Sammy Jarvis is harboring a secret fantasy and desperately wants to make it a reality. She finally finds the courage to ask her adoring husband, Nick, for a special Christmas gift–one that will make her dreams come true. She wants Nick find her a woman to make love with.
What’s a man to do? Stymied, Nick turns to his old college friend Carl, and the topic takes them down memory lane to a time when they’d been more than just friends. Rekindling their desires is easy, and they devise a plan for Sammy to meet Carl’s girlfriend Gina.
When Sammy and Gina meet, clothing begins to fly. Being with Gina is everything that Sammy had imagined, but now she wants more. Her heart is big enough to encompass them all, but what will Nick think? Is there room in their marriage to accommodate her new-found love for Gina and Carl? Or will this tangled lover’s heap destroy them all?
When Katie isn’t writing, she’s at the local rink watching lacrosse, or reading something steamy, or both. You can also find Katie on:
Twitter: Katie O’Connor @KatieOhWrites
Her Blog: http://katieoh.blogspot.com
Goodreads: as Katie O’Connor