I've got TL Shaffer on the blog today. She's one of my favorite people. I asked her a ton of questions and here's what she had to say, plus an excerpt from her latest book, Shoot to Thrill!
1. Describe yourself in three words. Go-to-gal. Amazon. Passionate.
2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in
a movie and why (send pictures!).
For Arin—Angie Harmon (think Rizzoli
& Isles)—she was fab in Law & Order, but in R&I she totally
captured my imagination as a take-no-shit character who also happens to be
smokin’ hot.
For Jonah—Simon Baker (yum)—I *knew* what I
wanted for Jonah, but it took me forever to visualize who it was. When I watched an old episode of The
Mentalist, I just knew I had my Jonah.
(Wendi—pull whatever you want from my Pinterest
board https://www.pinterest.com/terrischaefer/shoot-to-thrill/)
3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
The love scene in The Terminator. They’re *so* threatened, and when he says he
came through time for her—OMG. Still
gets me, even all these years later. So
the love scene becomes that much more powerful.
4. What’s your wildest fantasy?
Me, hubby, cabana in the Caribbean. No connectivity. Just me and him, and no day job to return
to. Ever. It might seem boring, but we’ve been married
almost 25 years, and to me, that’s deserving of the attention J
5. If you were to lose
one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
Hearing. I can’t imagine losing my sight or sense of
taste or touch, but I’d SO miss my heavy metal cooking hour playlist.
6. What is the
naughtiest thing you did as a kid?
Stole a candy bar
from the hardware store. Which my mother
promptly discovered, and made my seven year old self take back, pay for, and
apologize. Mortifying.
Boxers
or Briefs? Boxer Briefs. Oh my.
Top
or Bottom? Bottom – there’s nothing
hotter than a fit man flexing above you, showing his strength
Pajamas
or nude? Nude
Hairy
chests or smooth? Lightly furred
Alpha
or Beta? Normal. Alphas and betas are extreme. I want someone to love and grow old with, not
to throttle J
And
if you need, it, here’s some add’l info:
Linkage:
Shoot to Thrill excerpt:
Since we’d already paid for
the suite, and it had the sitting room, I saw no reason to get another room,
especially since the chaise would make Summers uncomfortable. I was getting a mean little charge out of
torturing him, which should have made me ashamed, but didn’t.
And dammit if he didn’t seem
to mess with my mind just as much.
He walked out of the bathroom
wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. To say the man had a droolworthy body was one
of the greatest understatements of our time.
Lean but nicely muscled, with a six-pack and cut upper body. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, a butt
to truly die for, and long, strong legs.
I’d pictured him naked before, and the almost-there version was even
better than my vivid imagination had been.
He sauntered to the chaise
and plopped down on it, not even bothering to look my way. “Bathroom’s free.”
I grabbed my overnight bag,
muttering under my breath at myself as I headed in to change.
When I stared at myself in
the mirror, I cursed the blush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye. I’d enjoyed tonight way too much—and now I
was sharing a room with one of the finest physical specimens I’d ever seen—and
who I was actually starting to like.
As much as I could have stood
there all night and dissembled, I had to decide what I was going to do, or not
do, about my attraction to Jonah Summers.
No, it didn’t have to be tonight, but scratching that itch would
certainly settle me down. We were both
adults, and the sparks that bounced between us weren’t one-sided.
Instead of giving myself a
headache thinking about it, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and slipped into
an extra long T-shirt. Let Summers infer
what he wanted.
That’s not to say I didn’t
sneak a peek as I walked past the chaise, admiring his bare chest from above,
where he couldn’t see my ogling.
Then I slipped into the
bedroom and closed the door with a resounding click and finished my nightly
ritual by lighting a candle for Bianca.
