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Today we’re presenting Author: Jennifer Simpkins
1) Have you always wanted to be an author? I’ve always enjoyed writing, but never thought about actually being published. As a child I wanted to be a teacher, news anchor, talk show host (yeah, I’m not sure where that came from), and nurse. After high school I went to college. The whole time in college I knew what I wanted to be, but didn’t need a degree to do it. I wanted to be a mother. In fact, I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. And I’m very fortunate to have been able to do something so wonderful.
2) What genre(s) do you write? Contemporary Romance
3) Have you ever self published? No.
4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book? I have always been an avid reader. My daughter and I use to make weekly trips to the bookstore. Some women splurge on shoes…I splurge on books. One day my niece came over to the house and mentioned that I should write my own book. I of course looked at her like she was crazy. But I couldn’t get it out of my head. I soon started thinking about Anna and Jake all the time (the hero and heroine from Forgiving Patience). My husband made the spare bedroom in our home an office, and away I went.
5) How many hours in a day might you write? Now that summer is here and my daughter is out of school, I will probably only get to write at night. But that’s when I do my best writing anyway. I’m a night owl, so I can probably get about five hours in every day.
6) Are you a plotter or a pantster? I would have to say I’m a little bit of both. When I get an idea I open up a blank page either on the computer or in my notebook and just start writing. It might be the beginning, or just a scene that lies somewhere between the beginning and the end. I find out a lot about my characters this way. It’s kind of like us getting acquainting with one another. I stop when I reach a point where I have too many questions to continue. Then I take the time to fill in the blanks.
7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others? I can’t say it affects the way I relate to others, but my characters are always on my mind.
8) Are you in any of your books? Mmm…good question. A little bit of who I am rests in each of my heroines. But I have to say a little bit more of me is like Anna Kelly from Forgiving Patience. Just one of the things we have in common is we both cheer on the New York Yankees and think Derek Jeter is the hottest baseball player to every fill out a pair of uniform pants. LOL.
9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing? They are all very supportive. But that’s not to say they are all jumping at the bit to read my books. And truthfully, I would rather a few of them not. For instance, I have a very good friend who is one of my biggest supporters. She has been there from the beginning. Does she read my books? No. And because I know some things I put in them might make her uncomfortable, I don’t want her to.
10) Please share an excerpt from one of your books that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper. This is an excerpt from Loving Patience, book two in the Patience Series.
After throwing off her covers and trampling to the door, she unclasped the chain and yanked it open. “
,” she said, stunned
because he was the last person she expected to see standing outside her door. Tex
His gaze dropped and slowly, he brought it back up to meet hers. Maybe she should have looked through the peephole then she would have known she needed the robe, since it was indeed a man this time. Her pajamas were not in any way sexy, but she did have on a white shirt without a bra. She cleared her throat and refused to wrap her arms around her chest so he could no longer see her nipples were hard. “Is there a reason you’re here, because last time we talked you made it very clear that we are not friends. That you, in no capacity, want me to counsel you…which I was not doing.”
“I brought you this.” He held out a pot of golden flowers, which she couldn’t believe she didn’t see the instant she opened the door.
“A mum? You brought me a plant? Why?”
“I guess it’s my way of apologizing. They have always been my mother’s favorite flower, and since y’all had a good time...well, I just thought you would like them.”
“Thank you, but you know I’m currently staying at a hotel. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“They like a lot of sunshine, so I suggest sitting them outside your door.”
She brought them to her nose to smell. “I’ll do that. Thanks but you didn’t have to bring it to me tonight. It has to be after ten.”
“I just left my mom’s and decided to stop by before I went home.”
She nodded and held her tongue. Not knowing if
was okay had nagged at her all afternoon. When she said nothing, he turned to
walk away. She heard herself ask, “Do you want to come in?” Pearl
He stopped in his tracks and turned around. She noticed how tired and beaten he looked. It didn’t help that his jaw was still a little discolored from the punch he took. Without saying anything, he walked toward her. She stepped back as he walked inside, gazing at his profile. He was one glorious-looking man.
She watched as he glanced around the room.
“You never seen a hotel room before?” she asked with a slight laugh.
“I have, but not a Town’s
She shook her head and didn’t hide that she didn’t believe him for a second.
“What, you don’t believe me?” he asked.
“I’ve heard things about you. I just find it hard to believe a man with your type of reputation has never taken a girl to the local hotel. I’ve seen your mom’s house. It’s not big enough for you to quietly sneak a girl in and out of your window without her hearing.”
He arched one brow to cast a playfully wolfish look as he asked, “And what exactly have you heard?”
“Just that up until now you have not been very selective with who’ve been with, and that between you and Bradley, you pretty much have serviced the entire town of
“Ouch. You don’t hold back much, do you?”
She shrugged. “I just tell it like it is.”
“I like that about you, Liza. I was that guy, I guess, for a long while, but I’m just not looking for the occasional hook-up anymore.” His eyes went dark.
Oh. God. Why did that admission seem to relieve her in a big way? The temperature in the room felt warmer. She forced herself to meet his deep eyes squarely, eyes that sparkled with lust and desire. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What are you looking for?”
He slowly walked to her, and though she knew she should have moved; she didn’t want to. She was not going to back down from
Before she knew it and realized how close he was, she could feel his body heat
combining with hers. He had a wicked look in his eye and the juncture of her
thighs began to spasm. Tex.
He planted his lips on hers, and his mouth took over like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He rubbed then slipped his tongue between her trembling lips. She started to protest, then relaxed into it as she heard a low groan rumble from his chest. That was enough to make her lose what little control she possessed.
Mmmm. God, yes. Now this was kissing. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, his scent. Slipping her fingers under his T-shirt, she explored the hardness of his back. Still, that was not enough for her. She needed so much more. Eagerly, she pulled at his shirt until he broke free of her lips and together they tugged the shirt over his head. Her fingers splayed over the dark hair that fanned across his chest. Damn…
His hands roamed her back…her ass. The bulge hardening against her thigh had her hungering for more. She started to move against his thighs, but he braced both of his hands firmly on her waist and held her back. That was okay for now, because just kissing him was that good.
11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role? For Liza I would say Sophia Bush, and for
I thought of someone who looked like Tom Brady—when he has his short hair. Tex
Thank you for coming today, Jennifer!
Thank you for having me. Your interview questions were a lot of fun to answer.
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