Welcome Elizabeth ! Thanks for dropping by today.
1-What is your Hot New Release?
I have The Devil’s Pawn coming out on September 17th, and I’m extremely excited about this release!
2- Can you tell us a little about yourself and you books?
Of course! About me… Hmmm. I live a bit of a double life. I’m a Human Resources Specialist by day, the mother of a four year old twenty-four hours a day, and a part time student in business management—at least until I graduate in a little over a year.
3- Have you ever used events or stories contemporary or historical in your work?
Oh, dear. In my day job… absolutely not! We Human Resources folk are pretty straight laced people. In terms of writing, I can honestly say that life just feeds my writing. I take a snippet here and there from real events, whether it’s a name, an embarrassing moment, a beautiful setting, the personality of someone I’ve met – it all feeds in to this larger story that I’m creating.
4. Is there anything you find particularly challenging/ rewarding about writing?
Challenges are easy – It takes time! Time away from your family, time away from sleep – it’s 1:00 am right now, and I have to be at work at 7:30 am! It’s a commitment for sure. But the rewards… I’m finally getting the stories that have floated around my head out on paper, and I get to share them. That’s awesome! There is little in this world better than that to me.
5. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? How has that childhood dream affected your current career?
Truthfully, not in the least. I thought I wanted to be an architect, and aside from the fact that the hero that I’m writing right now happens to be an architect… nothing! I can change my mind about life five times before lunch on any particular day, and then change my mind back the following morning! You just never know, and that’s okay with me.
Q: Do you have a writing schedule?
No. Should I? Probably, yes. I find that I write every day for some period or another. Some days, it’s hours, other days, it’s minutes. When I carve out time, I’m dry, when I don’t, I’m suddenly flooded. I wanted to be diligent and organized, but sometimes, the best stuff comes when you least expect it.
Q: What kinds of books do you like to read?
If people are falling in love and doing fun things between the sheets, I’m in. I do also like paranormal, suspense, anything gritty and real. I’m a sucker for raw and honest emotion. I love to cry and fall in love with characters. I don’t mind a good quick read with lots of heat, but I have to admit, I want the emotion—real, honest, often painful, emotion!
Q: What can readers expect from you in the near future?
Well, after The Devil’s Pawn, I have a November 12th release, Brother’s Keeper. I’m also nearly done with an as yet untitled 75,000 word contemporary romance that I’ll be submitting soon. And after that, I really want to write a vindication piece for one of my nearest and dearest that we plotted together, so who knows!
Title: The Devil’s Pawn
Release Date: 9/17/2012
Author: Elizabeth Finn
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Buy Link: http://www.lsbooks.com
Genre : Erotic Romance – Contemporary – Romantic Suspense
When Ashton is left orphaned after her parents are murdered, her life becomes a hell she could never have imagined. Left to fend for herself, and responsible for a debt she doesn’t owe, she is swept into a life as a gentleman’s escort at a private men’s gaming hall. Her new manager makes it abundantly clear he doesn’t appreciate her inexperience, innocence, and shyness. On the contrary, he despises everything about her.
Derek can be “difficult,” she’s been told. And however dark and handsome he may be, he terrifies her in a way that chills her to the bone, but leaves her begging to understand him. As they are pulled along together, more secrets and threats than either one could ever conceive are revealed, and a common enemy emerges. This enemy will stop at nothing to bring Derek to his knees while using Ashton as the greatest pawn in his torturous game.
Will Derek be able to let down his shield of cold, harsh emotion before it’s too late? Will he be able to sacrifice himself to save Ashton, or will they both be destroyed by the secrets of their pasts?
Q.Would you like to share an excerpt?
Of course I would! Follows:
Once in the fitting room, Derek takes the chair again while I start to remove my clothes. I intentionally wore ugly, stretched-out, white cotton underwear that is entirely too big on me in the event he should be here. My mouth isn’t the only thing that can get me into trouble—my sarcasm knows no bounds when I’m unhappy.
As he sees the appalling excuse for an undergarment, his eyes move up to mine, narrowing darkly at my obvious defiance. I look coolly back at him before looking away dismissively. My anger and resentment of him from the humiliation he subjected me to the previous morning, not to mention his treatment of me over the past two weeks, have charged me into a bold, fiery bitch that no longer cares what retribution I might face. While my tongue usually gets me in trouble, today I decided to let my underwear do the talking.
Jacob enters with an armful of dresses for me to try on, and he cringes as he takes in my defiant granny panties, hated the world over by men, including, apparently, gay men.
He turns to Derek, and with a scrunched-up face, he worries out loud. “The dresses aren’t going to lay right over those…” He tosses a nod in my general direction.
Derek wastes no time at all reassuring Jacob and striking back at me. “No worries. Ashton was just taking them off. She won’t be wearing underwear anymore.”
I glare defiantly back at him as I drop the loose fabric to the floor. He returns the glare for a moment before letting his gaze travel down my body to my sex, and as it lands there, smoldering with heat, I turn abruptly from him, intentionally showing him my backside instead. I look to the mirror in front of me, and I catch his eyes flit away from me in annoyance. He worries his lip with his thumb and index finger as he contemplates, and the slightest of smirks crosses over his mouth. Jacob is standing by looking from one to the other of us, obviously wondering just exactly what he’s gotten himself in the middle of.
Derek finally looks back to Jacob. “Get on with it.”
I try on one after the other of the dresses. Some are perfect; Jacob pins in additional alterations in others. Derek sits by bored, only glancing up from his cell phone occasionally. One such occasion is when Jacob remarks that I’m “just not curvy enough for this one.”
Derek looks up to Jacob, but he shifts his eyes to mine before commenting, “Yes, well, if you can figure out some way of making her look female, you let me know.”
Jacob again lets his eyes pass between us, seeming to wonder all the while what he’s missing. As I hold Derek’s eyes with my own, my anger falters, and the pain that is behind my fury pushes through. I try to wrangle my tears into submission, but it’s no use. In defeat, first one, and then another spills from my eyes and slides down my cheeks. Jacob regards my state and excuses himself from the room.
I stand on the hemming block in the center of the room, refusing to look at Derek. But he’s looking at me, and as my hurt continues to work through my entire body, I let my tongue do what it does best. “Why do you hate me so much?”
He says nothing, but stands and moves to me. Reaching around behind me, he pulls the zipper of the dress down, and then, returning his hands to my shoulders, he pulls the straps down, exposing first my small breasts, and then the rest of my naked body as it falls to the floor.
He leans in to my ear and speaks. “You don’t know anything about me.” He then takes me by the hand and pulls me to stand in front of the mirror, and leaning to my ear once more as I watch him in the mirror, he speaks gently. “Lean forward and put your palms on the mirror.”