Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Tina Donahue ~ interview and Release Day for Freeing the Beast

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The First Book in her new Taming the Beast Series


Tina Donahue


I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and Kensington. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

Q: How would you describe yourself as a color? Think personality here. Are you a light and airy pastel person, or more of a deep, dark, sultry and mysterious color?
A: Wow, that’s a hard one. How about tie-dyed, a kaleidoscope of colors. J I’m truly shy (most people don’t believe it given the erotic romances I write), so I see myself as blue there. I’m girly, liking clothes/hating sports, so that would make me pink. I’m yellow (sunny) when I’m super hyped about something, and gray (bummed out) when I have to do things I don’t like (think grocery shopping, cleaning, etc.)

Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Definitely morning. I get up at 4 am everyday so I can write while it’s quiet.

Q: Tell me one thing about each of the four seasons you like. It can be anything.
A:        Winter = Nothing. Absolutely hate to be cold. That’s why I live in Palm Springs, CA.
            Spring            = Everything. The air smells fresh, the sky is so blue it almost hurts to look at it, I feel energized, and the new clothes are usually pretty (there I go being girly again).
            Summer = Nothing. I hate, Hate, HATE to be hot. In Palm Springs, it’s usually over 100 degrees and at times the temp reaches 120+. It actually hurts to breathe.
            Fall = Everything. Love the cooling temps, the crisp mornings, driving down the 111 (major drag out here), seeing the palms sway in the breeze, smelling all the flowers. Wow.

Q: How do you feel when a reader (or a fan) takes the time to contact you?
A: Makes my freaking day. I love when readers contact me. Writing is such a lonely job, sometimes it feels as if I’m the last one on earth.

Q: Tell me something you would like your readers (fans) to know about you.
A:  As I said before, I’m horribly shy. I can write wicked sex and dialogue in my romances, but would I behave that way in real life? (laughing here). No way. I’d blush 50 shades of red first.

Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I wrote my first book – illustrated it too – when I was nine. I made copies by hand (we didn’t have a copier in the house) and went around the neighborhood selling copies to my friends’ parents. My first book tour.

Why did I do it. Dunno. I just had to. Writing is my favorite thing in the whole world, without it I wouldn’t exist.

Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: Everywhere. I could be grocery shopping, out with friends, or driving and plots just pop in my head like scenes from a movie.

Q: How did you come to write your genera of choice?
A: I write in a lot Рcontemporary, historical, erotic, romantic comedy, paranormal, suspense, m̩nage. I like to mix things up to keep my writing fresh.

Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: The first chapter for me. There’s so much you have to get in – introing the characters, describing them, setting the mood, giving readers an idea of what the book is about. You have to do that while things are moving forward, not backward (backstory or history). You also have to make it interesting/intriguing so they keep turning pages. Not easy. Once I get past chapter one, I’m good.

Q: Which element of book writing is most difficult for you?
A: Narration. I can breeze through dialogue, but narration bogs me down at times.

Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m working on Muzzling the Beast, Book Four of my Taming the Beast series. Can’t give too much away, but it involves a voodoo priestess and a hot guy she meets at the makeover service for supernaturals.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: Freeing the Beast, Book One of my Taming the Beast series. It’s an erotic paranormal/romantic comedy. Think MaryJanice Davidson’s delightful Undead series.

Here’s the blurb for Freeing the Beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Magic is Becca Salt’s business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her.

Her newest client is hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon?

Eric Diletto. Descendant of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk. What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince her his desire isn’t just the potions talking.

Product Warnings
A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy!

Excerpt for Freeing the Beast:
He gaped at the claw marks on the walls, the padded table with extensions for arms and legs with leather restraints dangling from both areas. In other words, the props for an executioner’s wet dream.
Eric circled the table. “You’re going to strap me to this?”
Becca closed the door and locked it. She heard Constance and Heather move closer immediately, their shoes tapping the floor. “It’s for your protection…and mine. It’s in the contract.” She held it up to remind him. “Page fifty-two, right above where you initialed it.”
He seemed sorry he had. “How much of my beast are you going to pull out?”
“Only a little,” she promised. “If there’s any at all.”
“There is.” He appeared offended that she kept questioning it. “There has to be. I’m a guy, all right?”
Becca wasn’t about to argue with him. He’d worn a navy tee and battered jeans that didn’t hide one muscle on his gorgeous body. She sagged against the door, needing it for support. Even his feet were luscious, nice and big, his toes long, coming right to the edges of his leather sandals.
Given that this was a weekday, he must have taken off from work because he didn’t know what to expect.
Join the club. She murmured, “What do you do?”
He stopped fingering the wrist restraints. “Do?”
“At your job.”
“Oh. I’m a financial analyst. I make sure my extended family’s investments are sound. Were you thinking of investing?”
Before he whipped out his business card, Becca shook her head. “How aggressive do financial analysts get?”
“In their recommendations?”
“While they’re at work. Once I’ve pulled out some of your inner beast…that is, if there is any to pull—”
“Haven’t I already said there is? Don’t you worry. I don’t have to be a pussycat at work.” He hooked his thumbs into his front pockets. “Let’s get started.”
A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead. The rest of those sun-kissed waves were mussed as though he’d just rolled off a woman and out of bed. He was rumpled and all male. Hotter than sin. With just a smidgen of his inner beast liberated, he’d be irresistible to every female on planet earth and beyond.
Damn him.
On watery legs, she forced herself to the sink to mix her mom’s potions. “Take off your clothes.”
“What? Why?”
An image flashed in her mind of him tugging the stretchy boxers up his thighs, but only after she’d gotten a good look at his stuff. She wanted to see it again. Was that so damn bad? “Sorry, didn’t know you were modest.”
“I’m not. But I am curious.”
Becca put the bottle of cloves and apple seeds next to the Bordeaux, stalling for a good lie. At last, she had it. “I need to see the potion’s effect on every part of your body.” She turned. “All right?”
He stared at his groin. “By every part do you mean…”
“Nope. Just your skin.” She hoped.
He sighed in obvious relief and ditched his clothes, tossing them on one of the institutional chairs. Naked, unashamed and exceedingly well hung, he faced her.
The world stopped.
Slabs of firm, hard muscle draped his frame, all golden skin with no trace of a tan line. He swam or sunbathed in the nude and was more gorgeous than any Greek god Becca had read about in her literature classes.
“What now?” he asked.
“What happens now?”
Not what Becca wanted, that was for sure. “Turn around.”
He frowned. “Why?”
So she’d quit seeing herself on her knees, his glorious shaft in her palms. She’d sniff it first, then his balls, finally his thick thatch of hair, needing to drown in his scent. He’d smell of the outdoors and something masculine. She’d moan. He’d smile, then push to his toes as she licked his wiry curls and tasted his crown, lapping it as she would a scoop of decadent fudge ice cream, savoring the bead of moisture glistening on the small slit. His pre-come. Already excited, he’d go over the moon with her slavish attention, his rod growing longer and harder and…
Becca stifled a needy whimper and continued to lie, “So you don’t see the secret ingredients I’m using.”
“Would I even recognize them?”
“You might.”
“Then they’re normal.”
“Define normal.”

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Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: I’m all over the map with this release. The best thing for anyone to do is to check my website: www.tinadonahue.com for info on where I’ll be.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?

A: Oh hey, I’m everywhere. Here are my SM links:
FB Fanpage: http://on.fb.me/1ChWdD7
Email: tina@tinadonahue.com
Website: http://bit.ly/15Xy6LI
Blog: http://bit.ly/1yRB9k9
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1wFmIu6
Twitter: http://bit.ly/1ziy4IU
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1Dl8DHy
Triberr: http://bit.ly/1CE2ec7
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1yFLeMx
Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/1ChWFkO
My page at TRR: http://bit.ly/1vb7eEc
EC Author Page: http://bit.ly/1Dh9wor
Samhain Author Page: http://bit.ly/1Bvw6mL
Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: http://bit.ly/1ChWN3K
Romance Books 4 US: http://bit.ly/1JPtfeS

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