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Here's my interview with Taryn Kinkaid!
- Describe
yourself in three words.
Majestic. Statuesque. Pulchritudinous.
Oh, wait. Me? I thought you were talking
about the Statue of Liberty. People often confuse us. Except, I’m not green or
made of copper.
- Cast
your book. Tell us who would play
the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).
Holly Harper, the heroine of HER CAPTAIN, is
a spontaneous, impulsive Aries with a backbone. She may dip her toes into
puddles without first testing the depth or iciness of the waters, but she is
buoyant and never sinks, always swims. The woman has a lot of backbone to go
with her spunk. So spunky + backbone? That would have to be Jennifer Lawrence
or Emma Stone. As for J Law, goofy as she may appear sometimes on the red
carpet, let’s not forget she’s Katniss!
Or, smack a red wig on her wig on her
(Holly’s a redhead) and presto, Emma Stone! Spidey’s love interest!
As for Slate, the hero of HER CAPTAIN,
omigosh, that’s so much harder. (Well, so is Slate, actually.) I tend to
picture a young George Clooney. Rock solid steady-as-she-goes, but minus a few
decades. Here’s a picture from The Perfect Storm.
- What’s
your favorite love scene from a movie?
Hmm. Another great – and difficult –
question. Bizarrely enough, although he’s by no means my favorite actor, two
scenes from two different Richard Gere movies pop into my head: when he climbs
the fire escape to woo Julia Roberts at the end of Pretty Woman…and when he
arrives in full-dress uniform at Debra Winger’s work place and literally sweeps
her off her feet! Both are so swoony.
Then, of course, there’s Colin Firth in Pride & Prejudice, doing
just about anything.
- What’s
your wildest fantasy?
I would say World Peace, but you might
confuse me for a Miss America contestant. And we can’t have that.
- If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you
rather lose and why?
I suppose if I were to lose my
sense of taste, I’d be less likely to eat food for anything other than
sustenance.
That would be the horribly perfect diet, no?
- What is the naughtiest thing you did as
a kid?
Can’t tell you. Not sure if the
statute of limitations has run.
Quickies...They're fast, frantic and fun!
Boxers
or Briefs?
Boxers
Top or Bottom?
That
depends if we are talking about Oreo cookies or not.
Pajamas or nude?
Nude.
Hairy chests or
smooth?
Smooth,
but with hair. Not gorilla-hairy, though. Need to see the 8-pack. But a
treasure trail is always fun!
Alpha or Beta?
Alpha
all the way.
Thanks Taryn.Great answers! Now, here's a little bit more about the book:
Her Captain
by Taryn Kincaid
Capricorn
Slate Claybourne, an ex-Seal and former sniper who has seen and done things in
country that no man should endure, returns to his bucolic hometown on Pieberry
Island, desperate for the mundane, everyday routines he once wanted to
escape.
A broken, soul-dead man unable to be around people, his body still a lethal weapon when his night terrors wake him from sleep, Slate’s failed to keep the promise he made to the commander who died in his arms: to look after the older man’s baby girl.
But animated Aries Holly Harper is not the pigtailed tot Slate expected her to be, when she lands on the island to take over the decrepit Pieberry House, determined to turn it into an inn for summer tourists, and even more determined to yank Slate back into the land of the living.
First she crashes into him at the island’s holiday Winter Festival, dumping a towering stack of pies at his feet, then she drags him off to a fortune teller against his better judgment. Except for the sizzling attraction smoldering between them, they’re incompatible in every way.
But when a furious December nor’easter traps them together at Pieberry House, will Slate and Holly overcome their pasts and discover they are two halves of a whole?
A broken, soul-dead man unable to be around people, his body still a lethal weapon when his night terrors wake him from sleep, Slate’s failed to keep the promise he made to the commander who died in his arms: to look after the older man’s baby girl.
But animated Aries Holly Harper is not the pigtailed tot Slate expected her to be, when she lands on the island to take over the decrepit Pieberry House, determined to turn it into an inn for summer tourists, and even more determined to yank Slate back into the land of the living.
First she crashes into him at the island’s holiday Winter Festival, dumping a towering stack of pies at his feet, then she drags him off to a fortune teller against his better judgment. Except for the sizzling attraction smoldering between them, they’re incompatible in every way.
But when a furious December nor’easter traps them together at Pieberry House, will Slate and Holly overcome their pasts and discover they are two halves of a whole?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And now for an excerpt!
“Do we have
to play this idiotic game?”
“We do. And
it’s not idiotic. You’d be surprised how telling astrology can be. Was I wrong
about you?”
“Well…” He
paused, and the silence between them lengthened.
“I’ll take
that as a no.” She grinned at him.
“All right.”
Again he said nothing more, and she wanted to shake him until a confession fell
out of his mouth.
“Chatty,
too.” She tapped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing his gaze
to her breasts. But he still didn’t take the hint. She groaned. Such a man.
“Eyes up, sailor.” She flicked a finger in the vicinity of his chin until he
raised his focus. “Birthday?” she demanded again.
“In a couple
of weeks,” he said at last, the admission apparently so difficult it might have
been wrung from him on pain of torture.
She snapped
her fingers. “Knew it. Do I have you sussed or not?” “Do you?”
“I mean,
we’re completely incompatible. Like oil and water. The tortoise and the hare.”
He shot her
another incendiary look, and then glanced at the exit as if contemplating how
fast he could make his getaway.
“Oh, wait. So
I ruffled your feathers a little, and you’re not going to help me now?”
Instead of
replying, he seized her fiercely by the arm and spun her around, dragging her
into him until he’d caught her up against his rock-hard chest. Then his mouth
came down on hers, hard, harsh, and demanding. Giving absolutely no quarter.
Shocking her into utter and complete silence.
Whoa! I
thought this man lacked spontaneity? Holy simmering cinnamon buns!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Taryn Kincaid writes paranormal, historical romance and
contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark.
She enjoys pinching and tickling words to make them dance. Her latest, RAIN, a
post-apocalyptic retelling of Sleeping Beauty, is out now from Decadent
Publishing. HER CAPTAIN, a Tempting Signs romance (Capricorn) from Fated
Desires Publishing, will release in December, 2015. HER CAPTAIN is available
for Pre-Order now!
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