Kathleen Rowland’s summertime #RomanticIdea to win any guy over: Choose an activity that gets you into his element. How about sailing or kayaking? Let him show you how it’s done! Beach the craft and pull him in close. The experience of being out and about in public makes it hard for him to wait for the trip home… to have you.
Special thanks to author Katherine Bone for inviting me here today.
Jack: Welcome aboard Lady Katherine’s ship, Lady Kathleen! I especially like your summertime motto: Let him show you how it’s done! Winks. Hopefully, your pirate has a compass that points to what you want most, eh? Where does your compass point to?
Kathleen: North. I come from a line of storytellers, but I wanted to succeed as a writer of fiction.
Jack: North, eh? I haven’t been north since Barbosa sailed to World’s End to bring me back from the Locker. It was a good thing I had 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?
Kathleen: As a child my favorite cereal was Lucky Charms—
Jack: Lucky Charms? I’ve heard of people addin’ iron to their diet but… Scrunches face. Belay that. They aren’t really charms, you say?
Kathleen: And I still think they’re great mixed with nuts and chocolate chips. 1) the pink heart? Trust emotion. 2) the blue diamond? Make money at writing. If people buy books, they like them. 3 & 4) The horseshoe and green clover? Luck times two, but luck doesn’t overshadow hard work. 5) Rainbows? Write the story, tie up loose ends, and then write “The End”. 6) An orange shooting star? Veering off only makes my story better. 7) Yellow moon? Pay attention to ebbs and tides. 8) The world charm? Be all-inclusive with multicultural fiction.
Jack: Jaw hangs agape. Was this without any rum? I’ve often done things without a dram of rum and insisted people take note since they’re not likely to see that again. You’re obviously charted for adventurous waters. When did the wind take hold of your sails?
Kathleen: It didn’t. As a plotter, I outline my story, but the muse takes over as I edit and re-edit.
Jack: Your muse is a testy sort, eh? Ready to punish if’n ye don’t abide by the rules? That reminds me of a wench I once sported with… Nevermind that. In all your adventures, were there times the Kraken tried to pull ye down to Davy Jones Locker? If so, how’d ye escape?
Kathleen: After publication, we send our manuscript to reviewers. Not everyone loves what we wrote. Most probably do. I’m grateful for all reviews.
Jack: Reviews? Is that where officers prance in front of a crew? Shakes head. No? A might tougher, you say? What could be tougher than tryin’ to understand a parrot, eh? Believe me, when the black spot appears, there isn’t time to cypher the parrot’s code. So during a broadside, what do you do to mend your sails, eh?
Kathleen: I plan and write the next book, but at the same time I try to market the book or books already released. We are only as good as our last book!
Jack: Shivers. I’m only as good as my last jug of rum. An excellent headin’ that. Once the course for your coveted horizon had been charted, how long did it take ye to make port?
Kathleen: For longer novels, it takes me nine months.
Jack: Nine months? Ye must have sailed around the Horn. Long journey that. In the meantime, pirates have a code, more like guidelines anyway if one is keepin’ score. What is your code?
Kathleen: At the present time, I am writing a short of around 8,000 words for an anthology but also working on the full length sequel to Deadly Alliance. I go back and forth a bit. The hero in the short knows the hero in Deadly Alliance.
Jack: I’ve had a deadly alliance or two in my time. Elizabeth and Barbosa, to name just a few. Why, the captain had the nerve to steal me own ship right out from under me nose. But I got it back. Which brings me to my last question, a favorite of mine, it is. Who is your all-time favorite pirate?
Kathleen: Your pirate, Katherine Bone, in The Pirate’s Duchess. Swoon. Duty forces him to take on the pirate code.
Jack: Blinks. Raises a tankard. Now that’s a toast I can boast. All hail, Lady Katherine!
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write while listening to demanding character voices in her head.
Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
Les is alive. After cheating the Irish mob, he became their target. Mistaken identity took the life of his disabled twin brother. Now Les makes another deal—trading Amy and stolen drugs for their forgiveness. Stakes are high as Finn tracks assassins across the San Bernardino Mountains. If he gets her back, can he trust her?
Short excerpt– Amy’s first day working for Finn
Hours later, Finn straightened his spine as he listened to his new bookkeeper order Rosenberg around with the authority of an Army lieutenant. She spoke with confidence from her chair and waited for answers with intensity. Somehow she came across larger than her delicate self.
“Brad,” his pretty war buddy said, “I’ll need your password to access activity-to-date.” Her attitude wasn’t for show. Her curiosity propelled her to the depths of the drain. Heaven help those who lurked there.
“Sure thing.” Brad blew out a breath and scribbled his password on a sticky note. Handing it to her, he bent to her level.
She said, “I apologize for causing chaos.”
“No apology necessary.” Brad asked, “What are you working on?”
Jumping in, Finn said, “Comparisons, Rosenberg, that’s what she’s working on.” Unholy as she’d undoubtedly turn out to be, at the moment they were forged in combat. “Give her your full support.”
“Absolutely. Consider me your scaffold,” Rosenberg said, accepting his fate. “Excuse me, won’t you? I’m running payroll.”
Finn liked his head accountant. He was solid. Dependable. Not creative, but his easy-going manner was soothing. “Payroll. You’re a masochist.”
Amy smiled, and her crystal-green gaze sought his. She found his comment amusing. Her professional attire included a gray satin blouse tucked into a herringbone skirt. When she moved, her layered, dark-blonde hair settled into a sleek flip over her shoulders.
Amy’s bending and reaching, as she took control of her four-by-four cubicle, was damn compelling. She found a rhythm with a handy notepad beside her computer. Using Brad’s password, she turned sideways to open files. Attractive summed up her symmetrical profile and creamy complexion.
For a long while, getting hot and heavy had not been on his mind. Her envelope gave him concrete evidence to bring to the sheriff and eased his tension. As she brushed tresses off her face, he wanted to nibble on her ear.
Amy packed her lithe frame with succulent curves. He enjoyed observing her ample bust which required high-performance support. He’d like to see those globes running free. He’d never considered her as dating material. Timing was off. When she started dating Les, he was hooking up with Miss California. Now it was too late. She worked for him. Hands off. Finn liked women—lots of women, all women, in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities as long as they met the enthusiasm requirement. He hadn’t tested this, but she was off-limits for another reason. He didn’t intend to put her through another relationship leading to nowhere.
Finn kept things loose. A woman in his bed but not in his life was what he often said. There hadn’t been that either. Why was she looking at him like that?
Thanks so much for coming aboard Rogues, Rebels & Rakes today, Lady Kathleen! Wishing you the greatest success with Deadly Alliance and a very romantic summer!!!