My latest newsletter was sent out yesterday. It includes the release date for HOW TO SAVE A LIFE (October 24th!), a link to a chat I had with Luke Moore from the MORE series, and news about my latest free read at Amazon.
Today is the last day of my MORE THAN MOST release party. Thanks so much to everyone who’s stopped by. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading all the comments with the giveaway entries. You guys are the best. Hearing from individual readers who’ve enjoyed my work makes the difficult days in this business truly much brighter. THANK YOU!
Today is also the last day to enter the giveaway. We’ll be selecting a winner tomorrow, May 4th. I hope you enjoy the final, and my favorite, post of the blog party.
A Conversation with Matthew
The following conversation between Sloan and Matthew takes place after MORE THAN MOST (More Book 2). Slight spoiler alert for MORE THAN MOST.
I rang the bell, and a short moment later the door flew open. Matthew’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “I’m so glad you called. I’ve been waiting forever to talk to you.”
I returned his smile. “Yeah, me too.”
“Come on in.” He stepped aside and gestured for me to enter, moving with an animated excitement I found contagious. “The guys should be home soon. I know they’d love to see you.”
“That’d be great, but I’m afraid I can only stay for a minute.”
“Oh, okay.” Despite his words, his tone demonstrated he wasn’t too disappointed by that we’d be alone. Maybe he didn’t just want to talk to me. Maybe he needed to. “Let’s go in the living room.” He laughed as he pointed down the hall. “I guess you know the way.”
I laughed with him. “Yeah, I do.”
We settled ourselves on the couch, and he turned to face me, pulling one leg up onto the cushion between us. I matched the pose and didn’t bother getting out a pen and paper. With him, taking notes would’ve felt wrong. It was more like we were two old friends catching up.
Although he did seem slightly nervous, and that bothered me. But it didn’t diminish the smile he couldn’t seem to contain. He was wearing skinny jeans, a black T-shirt with gray lettering that read Keep Calm and Rock On, and white athletic socks that were too big for his feet and hung off the ends of his toes. Richard’s socks? I didn’t ask.
“You seem happy,” I said.
He nodded. Then he dipped his head and folded and unfolded the bottom edge of one pant leg on his jeans.
He shrugged. “Richard said you’d probably know stuff I haven’t told anyone yet, stuff I haven’t even realized about myself.”
“I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
He met my stare, and the anxiety melted away. “Nah. I trust you.”
“Thanks.” I paused, for the first time, unsure if I could push him the way I did Richard and Luke. But we both needed me to. “I think you just don’t like that I know something you haven’t told them yet.”
He bit his lower lip and fiddled with his pants again. He whispered his next words like Richard and Luke were there with us and might hear him. “I guess.” Then his head shot up, his eyes wide. “It’s not something I’ve been keeping from them. It’s just… stuff I think I’m finally starting to understand.”
“I know.” I offered another smile. I hated that I’d upset him. I leaned forward and laid a hand over one of his. “I think you’re worrying too much. You just need to talk to them.”
He nodded and drew in a deep breath like that was easier said than done.
Just then a puppy came barreling into the room. She pressed both front paws against the couch and tried to scramble up the side without success. Matthew reached down and scooped her up.
When she was situated on his lap, I spoke again. “She’s even more adorable in person.”
He laughed as he stroked her head between her ears. “She’s a sweetheart.”
“So are you.”
He blushed, his gaze never leaving the dog.
I decided to offer him a reprieve. I sat back. “So, Matthew, if there was one thing you’d want readers to know about you, what would it be?”
He stared off toward the hall leading to the front door. “I don’t know… I guess…” Then he seemed to settle on something. He confidently met my stare. “That I love Richard and Luke.”
I smiled at him once more. “I think people get that.”
“Yeah?” He sighed. “Good.”
I shifted around and settled my right leg on the floor again. “Well, I don’t have a lot of questions yet. I just wanted to touch base, make sure you were okay with what was going to happen next.”
He cocked his head to the side and studied me with curiosity.
I hesitated, searching for the right words. “There are still a few things you have to work through, Matthew.” I waited again in case he had anything he wanted to ask. When he didn’t say more, I stood. It was probably a good idea for him to think through what I might’ve meant and what he was feeling about it before we talked more. “I better get going.”
He stayed seated and watched me with wide dark eyes. “But…”
“I’m doing fine. More than fine.” He stared down at the puppy again. “Aren’t I?” The insecurity in those two words broke my heart.
“You are, but…” I was having a hard time offering more.
He lifted his head and searched my eyes. Then he looked to the hall again like he could see Luke and Richard standing there, or was thinking through what I’d said. With a deep breath, he sat taller, the tension fading away. He nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” He set the puppy on the couch beside him and got up. “I guess that means we’ll be talking more soon.”
“I hope that’s okay.”
He threw me another one of those killer grins. “I can’t wait.”
Enter the Release Party Giveaway for a chance at a $25 e-gift card to All Romance eBooks and a bundle of Sloan Parker’s novels in print. You can enter the giveaway once per day for a total of seven entries per person. The giveaway ends 11:59 PM on Sunday, May 3, 2015.
I’m currently gathering questions to include in a new Q&A section of my newsletter. If there’s anything you’d like to ask one of my characters, I’d love to hear about it. Specifically I’m interested in questions for any of the characters in MORE and HOW TO SAVE A LIFE (my two series books), but I’d love to hear your questions for any of my books.
If you have something you’d like to ask, post your questions in the comments section here on the blog or send me an email to firstname.lastname@example.org (please put “Questions for your characters” in the subject line). I may not use all the questions I receive right away, but I’ll be sharing as many as I can in the next several editions of my newsletter.
Thanks so much. I can’t wait to see what you guys want to know about.
I shared this on my Yahoo group a few weeks ago, but thought I’d post here as well.
I’m going to be writing More book 2 very soon. Since this one will be written in Richard Marshall’s point of view, I decided to sit down with him and ask a few questions, take the time to hear things from his perspective. Here’s how our talk went…
I sat across from Richard in the small coffee shop. He was in casual slacks and a dress shirt, but he carried himself like he was in a suit and tie. He gave the waitress a smile as she brought out our coffees, and then after she left our table, he leaned back and watched me. I got the feeling I was being interviewed as much as I was planning to interview him, only he didn’t ask me a single question.
“Thanks for agreeing to do this,” I said.
“You’re the one running the show.” He gave me that knowing smirk I’d come to expect from him.
“Okay, first question. What drew you to Luke that first night?”
“His eyes. He was hiding a lot behind a cool I’m-not-taking-anything-seriously facade, but his eyes gave away the truth. Something about that mask he wore and those eyes told me there was a lot of passion hidden behind the nonchalant exterior. I wanted to see what he’d be like once we closed the bedroom door.”
“You’re a pretty take-charge, protective kind of guy. Is there anything you wouldn’t do for your men?”
“Sure. I wouldn’t…well, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. I guess kill someone, but that’s a boring answer. I’d be lying anyway. I would do that to protect them. To save their lives, I’d do just about anything. But I’m guessing you already knew that, that’s why you asked. To get me to admit that in the right—or wrong—situation, I’d go too far. You’re one sneaky author.”
I laughed. It was fun pushing his buttons, seeing if he could figure out my motives. “Do you worry about being in a threesome? If you guys can really keep this going long-term?”
“Do you wonder what people think about you guys together?”
“Do you have any doubts about your age difference with Matthew?”
I kept my gaze locked on him.
He stared back at me. Slowly, he took a sip of his coffee, set the mug down, and said, “He’s still finding his way, and I know I can help him in that, help him reach the goals he sets for himself, help him get everything he wants out of life. That’s not a bad thing.”
“No, it’s not, but are you sure you can help him get everything he wants?”
“You’re thinking of something I haven’t?”
He considered me. “What will it take to get you to tell me?”
“Hey, it’s about you and him. You probably already know, deep down. One more question.”
He gave a sharp nod, threw me that smirk again, like he just knew I’d have a tough time keeping it to one question. “Go ahead. Last one, and then I have to take off.” He seemed reluctant to admit that.
“You’re almost too perfect at times. There has to be something about you that you haven’t shared with your men yet.”
“That’s not a question.”
“Can you think of something you haven’t wanted to tell them?”
“Yes.” He stood, threw down enough cash to cover our coffees and a generous tip, and said, “I’m sorry that I have to go. I liked talking with you more than I expected.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be talking again.”
He laughed at that. “Yeah, I guess we will.”
This interview was also posted on my website’s Behind the Story page for MORE.