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Captain_JackA wonderful day it is, me hearties, when I get to converse with an author at Rogues, Rebels & Rakes! Today marks a special first. We’re kicking off Author Tina Gayle’s lively Summer #RomanticIdea Blog Exchange. And who will be leadin’ this FABulous event? None other than Lady Tina herself! So climb aboard, eh? Join me interrogation, I mean my interview with Lady Tina. She’s sharin’ her romantic ideas for summer.

Puts on his interview hat. “Ahem… Welcome. Welcome, Lady Tina!” Puts the stopper in his rum bottle and then brandishes a wave with his hand. “Katherine and I are happy to have you aboard.” Points to a barrel. “Do sit down. Would you like some rum? No? Well then, let us begin from the beginning, eh? Everyone has a heading. Where does your compass point to?”

Tina: “South, I love living in a warmer climate. Here in Southern California, we have very few days without sunshine, which is perfect for me.”

Jack: “Ah. Red sun in the mornin’, sailor take warnin. Red sun at night. Sailor’s delight.” Smiles. “I prefer good sailin’ weather.” Preens, revealing golden teeth. “On said voyage, in the perfect climate, mind, ye need effects to sustain ye. I’ve got pieces of eight in me pocket. Significant treasure, to be sure. If you could have eight pieces with you at all times, what would they be?”

Tina: “My eight pieces would be picture book of my family, cell phone, aspirin, flashlight, computer, nail file, checkbook, and sunglasses.”

captian-jack-sparrows-hairJack: “Sunglasses. If you have them, how does the sun get them? And what does he need them for?” Concentrates. Struggles to find the answer.

Tina: “Most if not all of these things are in my purse.”

Jack: “I’m tryin’ to picture the sun in your purse.” Scratches head. “Are you sure you haven’t drunk too much rum? No? Well then, perhaps we should… I mean continue. When did the wind take hold of your sails, eh?”

Tina: “Oh, the muse, he is a wicked one.”

Jack: “Been to Tortuga as well, eh? There by many what tell tall tales there.”

Tina: “I have been telling stories since I was a wee one. Then I hit adulthood and the writing bug got me so I sat down at the computer and penned my tale.”

Jack's FingersJack: “I’ve heard of this computer, though I question your use of a pen. I’ve been told one isn’t needed.” Spies a plate of tea cakes, lifts his pinky, and plunks a morsel in his mouth. Delicious! “Do try these, Lady Tina. The rum balls are delicious.” Licks fingers. “Where was I? Oh yes. Speakin’ of food. I’ve met a beastie what will eat anythin’.” Tina doesn’t seem impressed. “The Kraken.” Waves his fingers like this. Still nothing. Clears his throat. “A fickle beastie, that one. Were there times the Kraken tried to pull ye down to Davy Jones Locker?” Leans forward with interest. “If so, how’d ye escape?

Tina: “It is best to remember that not all are destined to see the same treasures that we do.”

Jack: Nods. “Aye. It’s best to find them first, eh?”

Tina: “What one might find to be a shiny piece of silver, others might see as nothing more than tin. It is a wise one that knows the difference and keeps a silence as to who might be right in their view of the treasure.”

RumJack: “I prefer to find wisdom at the bottom of a bottle, though I’ve done miraculous things without imbibing too. That brings me to this question. During a broadside, what do you do to mend your sails?”

Tina: “Oh, the joy of nature. She is a beautiful creature with her forests and grassland.”

Jack: “You’re obviously a landlubber.”

Tina: “One has to take a walk to truly love the land and appreciate the journey of the rough waters of the sea.”

Jack: “Rough waters. Ah, so ye have been near the ocean and know its ways. I’m content. Now, once the course for that coveted horizon had been charted, how long did it take ye to make port?”

Tina: “Eight years and a few days to chart the seas, I traveled to learn the winds and battle the storms before I reached the port.”

Sir Frances Drake's Golden HindJack: “A fine sailor, ye must be, survivin’ at sea that long. But were ye on a pirate ship, eh? Pirates have a code, more like guidelines anyway. What’s your code?”

Tina: “Oh, but that wicked muse grabs me, tugging endlessly on my mind.”

Jack: “I have the perfect cure, Lady Tina. Rum! Have you tried it? No? Then how do you wrestle with the muse, eh?”

Tina: “We wrestle for a time doing the first few chapters, then I step back and survey the horizon. Charting the course, I outline where this journey might take me. Then I harness myself to the mast (computer) and hammer out the story.”

Jack: “Elizabeth harnessed me to a mast once. There’s no room for romance when you’re left staring at the Kraken. Speaking of romance, what romantic idea do you have for the summer, eh?”

Tina: “Now, a trip to the ocean is never a bad choice when wanting to woo a lover.”

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Jack: “Woo me!”

Tina: “The sand and a full moon makes for the perfect setting for a little romance.”

Jack: “I’ve found romance in a tavern with a lively wench on me lap. I don’t recommend forgetting the lass’s name.” Saunters forward all swash and buckle. “This brings me to me last question. A doosie it is. Who is your all-time favorite pirate?”

TeamBonnyTina: “Anne Bonny.”

Jack: “Anne?” Swallows.

Tina: “A wicked lass, she was and so proud of the fact.”

Jack: “A man can’t argue with that.”

 

 

UntitledAuthor Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loved to escape into the world of books.

After years of working in the business world doing a variety of jobs, she decided to try her hand at writing and hope to incorporate the joy of being a mother into her books.

Tina has finished the Executive Wives’ Club series. She  enjoyed combining elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. Now, she is working on her Family Tree series about spiritual guides.

Married twenty-five years, she and her husband love to travel and play golf.  She can’t wait for Mike to retire so they can do more of both.

Read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website.

Jack: “Every tar what sets foot on a ship has a story, Lady Tina. What summer story do you have to tell?”

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A widower, a divorcee, co-workers, lovers… a future together… marriage?

Consoling each other for years over each other’s misfortune, Karen and Daniel turn a friendship into a weekend of unbridled red-hot passion.  The heat between them leads to thoughts of a future together.  That is…

Until children, an ex-husband, an unexpected heart attack, a conniving trophy-wife, guilt and personal choices come between them.  Will the heat of their passion, let them break from the past and move into the future?

 

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~ Excerpt from STORMY~

“Damn it, Daniel, if I find you with a young chickadee like I did my ex-husband,” she growled as she trudged up the staircase. “I might be tempted to…”

Her gaze immediately fell on the empty king-size bed. Exasperated by her inability to find him, she quickly scanned the entire room…desk area, open closet, bathroom… the door closed. Light glowed through the seam between the floor and the bottom edge. “Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”

The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.

Problem, he wore only a towel.

Awe, shit… she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs.

Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?

Desire added to the anxiety she’d already experienced on her drive here, lit her anger. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for the last two hours.”

A confused frown passed over his handsome face. Instead of responding, he stepped to the bedside table. He lifted his cell phone and clicked a few buttons.

Unable to contain her impatience, Karen stalked forward.

He glanced up when she grew closer and showed her the phone. “I don’t understand it. I don’t show receiving any messages or calls. The signals must have gotten lost because of the storm.”

She’d suspected as much. Still, she refused to let him off the hook because he could’ve contacted her before he left town. “You should’ve called me. But no…”

Having endured his inability to communicate for months now, she stabbed her finger through the air at him. “You never call. You always expect me to phone you. Well, I’ve had it.”

The distance closed between them and she stood inches from him. Her fingertip tapped his chest. Static electricity sparked between them and her fist unfolded. She stumbled backward.

“Whoa.” Daniel caught her around the waist with one hand and held her close. His phone landed on the bed before he circled his other arm around her. His strong grip held her steady and didn’t allow her to step away. “You’re right. I guess I’m just use to…”

“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it too many times. Sharon might have resented the interruptions, but I’m not her. I’m never in any type of meeting that you could possibly disrupt.” Karen spread her hands over his chest and worked to maintain a smidgen of distance. Nevertheless, with him so near, his warmth surrounding her in a seductive cocoon, she had to fight the urge to melt against him.

“Yes, but if I called you whenever I wanted we’d never get off the phone.” The husky tone of his voice pulled her gaze upward.

Spying the silly grin on his face, she shook her head. “Don’t play with me, Daniel. I was worried that something bad might’ve happened to you.”

He cupped the back of her neck and guided her head to his shoulder. “You worry too much. Nothing’s going to happen to an old dog like me.”

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