Everything in my world is better – even falling in love – when I get a little help from my friends…
No matter what anyone says, most women really don’t need a lot to be happy. A great hairdresser, a superb pair of shoes, a good man – and a best friend. Sometimes friends are more important than the shoes and hair, especially when it comes to finding that one perfect-forever lover. Here are six examples; six very different women who bond to form a lifelong and enduring friendship and who are always there for each other as their lives – and their hearts – hit the inevitable potholes along their paths. They will share their joys, sorrows, fears and laughter as they follow their desires, trusting that there is always hope for the future. With a little help from their friends…
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Because our friendship is so integral to our lives – and because we know that many women are just like us in that respect, we wanted to write a set of books that highlighted that important part of a woman’s life. We may be in love, engaged, marrried or in a committed relationship and still we turn to our girlfriends for certain things. We laugh and complain, we compare notes (and product reviews), ratings on books and television shows (and men) and we learn to laugh at ourselves along the way.
That’s what this set is about. Women who are navigating the potholes in the road of life – finding passion and love – and knowing that regardless of how things end up, it will always be better with a little help from their friends.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Many of the characters are composites of people we’ve known and loved, friends who have inspired us, made us laugh or opened our minds to new things.
From Book 2: Delilah
“Sugah, I’d be willing to pay you hard cash to put that camera away for five minutes. I’m tired of smiling.”
Delilah tried to suppress the delicious shiver that scurried down her spine at the sound of his voice. A slow drawl, his deep-timbered voice clearly revealed his Texas roots. His low sensual tone was one that made a woman think of intimacy and long, shuddering orgasms.
She lowered the camera to peer over the top of it at him. Why the hell did he have to be so freaking sexy? Those smoke-gray eyes of his were like something from a wet dream.
Well, she didn’t have to puddle at his feet, but who said she couldn’t play the game according to her own rules? Maybe it was time he met his match. A woman who wasn’t such an easy target. Yeah, that was the ticket. As Fenny said, there was no law against having fun. And she wasn’t breaking any rules of professional conduct.
“I think we’ve already established that my name isn’t sugar, Mr. McIntyre.”
His smile flashed bright and seductive as he straightened from his pose. “Honey, I’d bet the farm you’re as sweet as cotton candy. And the name’s Cam.”
Delilah snorted and raised the camera to continue shooting. Actually it was to cover her face. No way was she going to let Cameron McIntyre know his affect on her could be likened to a nuclear meltdown.
“You get much with that line, Mr. McIntyre? Now smile for the camera so we can get this shoot wrapped up.”
Cameron straightened and started across the room toward her. Damn, just watching him move was an erotic experience. She continued to shoot, grateful for the eight frames per second capability of her camera. Fenny would die when she saw this guy.
He stopped in front of her and raised his right hand to push the camera down from her eye. “Tell you what. How ‘bout we have a little wager?”
Delilah hoped the shiver that ran through her at his words and the near overpowering closeness of him wasn’t evident as she looked up at him. “What kind of wager?”
“You give me one kiss and if it doesn’t curl your toes then I’ll be good and smile pretty for the camera.”
She opened her mouth to retort that the suggestion was highly improper, even though something fluttery had appeared in her belly and she’d felt that sudden heat of perspiration break out on her skin.
But before she could speak, he put his finger over her lips. “And if it does, then you and me take the rest of today getting up close and personal without a camera.”
Oh god. Not a ten-pound box of hundred dollar bills or a Pulitzer would have tempted her more. He was that potent. All six foot something of self-confident male with an air about him that promised he could not only talk the talk, but walk the walk.
But that was certain death to her career, not to mention her pride. There was no way she was going to be that easy, no matter how much she wanted to. Besides, there was something in those gray eyes of his that said he welcomed a challenge. She gently pushed his finger from her lips.
“Well, gee, Mr. McIntyre, as hard as it is to pass up an offer like that I’m gonna have to decline. I might kiss on the first date but never on the job. Besides, I’d hate to curl your toes.”
When asked to talk about herself the first thing Ciana always says is that she is a very lucky and blessed woman. She dreamed of being a writer and now that’s what she gets to do – well, that along with her normal chores and family stuff.
Yes, writers do clean toilets and mow yards. And that’s okay with Ci. She loves taking care of her house and family and finds that sometimes the best ideas happen when she’s on that final ten minutes of mowing or when sanding on a piece of custom furniture her honey man has created.
Ciana adores animals – but only those with feathers or fur. Reptiles and amphibians still give her a case of the creeping willies and whenever a lizard (or Godzilla, as she affectionally refers to them) gets in the house, it’s up to the man of the cave to capture the beast. Yep, a frog turns her into a real girl.
She is something of a geek and loves to get online and game with her ‘crew’. Killing zombies isn’t really killing, after all – and it allows her to live up to her motto with her friends: “if the zombies are after us, you can bet I’m tripping you.”
Happily-ever-after is something Ciana believes in with her whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there’s bound to be some perils along the way but in the end love should win. She tries to take that attitude into her writing and thinks that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is. Along with books.
She loves to hear from readers and the most important thing she thinks she can ever say is – “thank you. To every reader who has spent his or her hard-earned reading dollars on a Ciana Stone book, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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