What are you working on next?
Well, that’s a secret. I can tell you that my original plan was to write one more New Adult stand-alone before transitioning to adult fiction. But as I’ve been developing the plot and characters for this book, I realized that there’s no way I can tag it as NA. The subject matter is too intense. It wouldn’t translate in that genre. Well, in all honesty, none of my books have translated well in that genre. And that’s why I’m moving on. So my next book will be adult fiction though the main characters are high school seniors.
How do you get over writer’s block?I run.
If you could have a real life version of one of your characters who would you choose?
Ready for some total cheese? I already have a real life version of one of my characters. Mark Connelly—aka Aidan Walden, my husband. How’s that for sickly sweet?
Will there be a novella for Avery?
Yep. Somewhere down the road. I think she warrants a novella because she is one of the most diverse side characters I’ve ever written. I really like her, and I think fans of the Too Good series would enjoy reading her story. I keep flip-flopping between a novella and full-length novel. I don’t know. Avery is a bit much. We may not be able to handle her for more than 50,000 words.
Do you see more coming for Mark and Cadence after Better?
I don’t know. These novellas about Christmastime and weddings that center on the main characters seem to be popular at the moment. I don’t know how meaningful I could make one. I know they’re primarily for simple enjoyment, but I figure that if I’m going to spend all this time developing a storyline for these two people, I want it to matter. I have said in the past that I always hope to write stories that matter—that make you think. I don’t know that a novella about Mark and Cadence going on holiday would do that.
How do you feel about pushing the boundaries with your stories?It was never my intention to write “pushing the boundaries” stories. I just wanted to write stories that mattered. But since everyone has decided that they are controversial, I’m going ahead and embracing it. Why not? I like to read controversial stories, and my fans do, too. So I’ll just keep giving them what they want.
With all of the negative press about teacher/student relationships, why did you decide to write a romance novel about the subject?Actually, in general, student/teacher romances don’t receive negative press. There is a large readership out there that enjoys reading those types of taboo stories. My student/teacher romance did receive negative press, however, because I didn’t follow the rules. Well, I should clarify that by saying NA rules. My heroine was seventeen. My hero was much older—twenty-eight. I included a prominent religious theme that is not explored in NA. I wrote my heroine to act and feel like a typical teenager—sometimes mature, sometimes immature. I wrote realistic dialogue between two characters who are worlds apart intellectually, spiritually, and experience-wise. Unacceptable. Do you see why I’m exiting the NA stage? I think reception for my book may have been different had I not marketed it as New Adult. That being said, I decided to write the story because I felt it needed to be told. As corny as this sounds, these characters just explode in my brain and demand a story. Sure, I could choose to ignore them, but why would I do that? I think their stories matter. And I want to tell them. And there are readers out there who care about them. Hence, I write them.
Will Oliver finally stand up to their parents?
I imagine he did. I imagine he took a course much like Cadence’s and left home. He may still have a relationship with them, albeit strained, but I think he moved on like Cadence and found peace with the people in his life who love him.
How did you decide on the name Cadence for the heroine?
The Too Good series is wrapped up in music. Music is an important part of Mark’s story, so it made sense for me to name his love interest “Cadence” since the word means “rhythmic.”
What is your favorite type of character to write?I don’t really have a favorite type of character . . . well, let me clarify that with this: Generally my favorite characters are the ones I’m currently writing. That’s probably true for many writers. And my heroines have all been so very different. And I love all of them: shy, aggressive, arrogant, sweet, intelligent (they’ve all had that in common), naïve, worldly. I truly enjoy writing them all. My heroes are different as well, though I tend to write certain characteristics into all of them. I like smart men. I like them gentle and kind and in control. A sweet alpha male, which is exactly how I think men are supposed to be anyway.
Which book has made the biggest impression on you?Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya. That book messed me up for so long. I actually thought about it a lot as I was writing the Too Good series because just as Cadence struggles with her faith throughout that story, so does Antonio question his in Anaya’s book. I love stories that stretch my brain and challenge my ideals. I just think those types of stories grow and change readers in profound ways.
I felt like Cadence was a little immature to garner the attention of a man 10 years her senior. I love the story and loved her, but couldn’t help feeling like she was in fact slightly taken advantage of. Do you feel like she was taken advantage of?I really don’t think she was, but I don’t think you truly understand that until you read Better. Mark’s motivations for pursuing Cadence are finally revealed, and it suddenly all makes sense. Although he has a controlling nature, it’s interesting to see and feel his utter need for her. He’d do anything for her, and so I can’t see that as him taking advantage. If anything, his desperate love for Cadence gives her the advantage.
What is your most favorite part of the writing process? Least favorite?Definitely writing the actual story is my favorite part. Like most writers, it’s all-consuming, and I love living in those worlds I create with characters who become real and very personal to me. It’s just as much a fantasy escape for me writing as it is for my readers when they read. Least favorite part? Going through the editing and fine-tuning process. Oh, and formatting the book for publication. Yuck.
What is Mark’s biggest flaw?
His controlling nature. Sometimes a total turn-on. Sometimes a terrible flaw that we know created problems for Cadence and him in both books.
What is one thing that you would like everyone to know about your books that no one knows?
They’re genre-less, which makes them extremely hard to market. Everyone knows them as NA, but I suspect that many wonder why they’re labeled that way. I wonder myself. Perhaps I need to go shopping for a new genre.
What happened to Gracie between the end of Good and when we see her in Better?
I imagine that Gracie’s dad was cheating on her mom, and everyone in the family discovered it. Suddenly Gracie’s perfect Christian world is shattered, and she can’t handle it. I imagine this is the catalyst to her downward spiral.
Teaser from Good (Book 1)
I considered walking away. I was extra nervous to be near Mr. Connelly ever since the wet wipe incident. I still couldn’t figure out what he was doing. He had been just as remote and distant after the wet wipe incident as he was during the weeks that followed my lunch from Moe’s. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was giving me a headache.
In any case, I needed help. I could not fail math. I had to graduate, so I pushed through the door before I lost my nerve. He looked up from the stack of papers in front of him, throwing his pencil carelessly on the desk. Like everything he’d been working on was suddenly unimportant.
“What’s up, Cadence?”
“It’s obvious I don’t understand anything,” I said, slapping my test in front of him. “I’m not stupid, though. I mean, just because I don’t understand derivatives doesn’t mean I’m a freaking idiot.”
I shuffled my feet and hung my head low, biting nervously on my bottom lip.
“No one said you were an idiot,” Mr. Connelly replied, turning off the music.
I looked up and saw a slight grin on his face. Glad he found me amusing.
“Well, a 59 percent sure does look stupid,” I said sulkily.
“We’ll make it better,” he said.
Did You Know?
I based the whole “math thing” off my husband and me: he’s stellar at math, and I stink at it. He helped me with the calculus terminology. I had no trouble writing Cadence’s frustrations, though.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not just about that.”
“Then what is it? And you’ve got about five seconds,” Avery said, glancing at the time on her cell phone.
“I get picked on all the time at school. But I can guarantee you when he comes back to school, no one will pick on him. He’s the cool guy everyone loves. It’s completely unfair. He’s a total drug addict loser, and I’m the one who gets flour dumped in my locker. I’m the one who’s called a whore and a murderer. I don’t even know what that means. We didn’t kill anyone!”
“Life is unfair, okay? You’ve gotta deal with it. Girls can’t get away with the kind of shit guys can.”
“You just cussed in church,” I pointed out.
“Whatever. The point is that you’ve gotta be able to deal better.”
“Are you really saying that to me right now?” I folded my arms over my chest.
“Don’t you dare, Cadence. We’re a team. Drop those arms and put on your game face. Your armor, because we’re going in,” Avery said. And then she smiled and added, “Put on the armor of God.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What? We’re at youth group. It totally fits.”
“I hate your guts.”
“Yeah yeah. You can hate my guts while you’re suiting up. Belt of righteousness. Sword of truth. All that good stuff.”
“It’s belt of truth and sword of the Spirit,” I scoffed. “And you’re a student leader?”
“Just shut up,” Avery replied, and led me once more inside.
After I developed Avery’s character and wrote most of Good, it hit me that she reminds me sooo much of Phoebe Cates’s character in Fast Times at Ridgemont High! Worldly. Thinks she knows everything (and perhaps she does!). Experienced. Maybe a tad more self-involved. But there are a lot of parallels between Avery and Linda.
I gathered all of the laundry with Fanny’s help and started the wash, then helped Mr. Connelly fix some leaky pipes.
“Cadence, my wrench is in the side pocket of my bag,” he said, lying on his back with his head under the kitchen sink.
I played assistant while Tate caulked Fanny’s tub and grouted some tile. Mr. Connelly had to show him how since Tate had never done a bit of manual labor in his life.
“Is this it?” I asked, holding up a tool with a circular attachment on the end.
“Sort of close. That’s a socket wrench,” he replied. “Don’t even know why that’s in my bag.”
He pulled himself out from under the sink and searched through the side pocket of his tool bag. He pulled out what he told me was a pipe wrench.
“Oh yeah. I’ve seen those before,” I said.
Mr. Connelly smiled and ducked back under the sink.
“You’re a good helper, Cadence,” he said.
I snorted. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Well, you’re keeping me company, and that’s nice,” he replied.
“Just until the sheets finish drying,” I said.
“And I appreciate it,” Mr. Connelly said. “Wanna shine a light for me?”
“Sure,” I replied, and fished around in his tool bag until I found a miniature flashlight. I hesitated for a second, realizing I’d have to sit very close to Mr. Connelly in order to shine the light on the pipes. The opening under the sink was tight, and he took up most of the space.
“Shine it right here over my face,” he said, watching the light bounce around the darkness as I positioned myself. I sat with my legs tucked under me, hunched over, leaning into his thigh. ‘That’s good,” he said. “Hold what you’ve got.”
I originally had a line in this section that read “I watched his arm muscle flex every time he worked the wrench. I felt the flexing in his thigh, too—how it went rigid then relaxed as he worked his tool.” LOL! My husband suggested I change it to “how it went rigid then relaxed each time he tightened the bolt.” I don’t know….I kind of liked the double entendre
He lifted his eyes to her face. She was flushed and shining, leaning against the chair cushion with her golden hair spread out like a veil. She lay there glowing goodness, shining like a holy shrine. Open for him. Ready to receive his prayer, and to answer it. And he knelt before her in reverence, his head bent, hands folded in supplication. He said a silent prayer that she would always love him, always open herself to him and trust him completely.
“I’m gonna let you heal me,” he whispered. And then he kissed her between her legs, listened to her soft cries as his mouth sucked her gently, teased her clit, licked her over and over until he sent her spiraling upwards to heaven.
I love to write sex scenes in my books as spiritual experiences. Why? I think sex is spiritual. Yes, I think it can be animal and raw and dirty. I also think it can heal and connect two people in a way so intense that it can only be likened to a religious experience. There is nothing sexier to me than when a man worships a woman—loves her so wholly and devotedly—and I wanted to capture that kind of love in this scene.
She pushed aside his socks and sat down on the bed, still holding the mysterious box. She knew what she ought to do: tuck the box in his socks and forget the whole thing. She knew what she wanted to do: open the damn thing immediately. She was torn, feeling guilty for even considering snooping in his stuff, but desperate to know what he was hiding.
“Unfair,” she said aloud, placing the box back in his drawer. She continued pairing and folding socks, every now and then glancing at the box. She told herself she was only checking to make sure it was still there, but secretly she was willing it to open itself. It remained closed, hiding its secrets from her.
“I don’t care,” she said, placing socks in the drawer according to color.
But she did care. She cared very much, and when all her sock work was done, she stood hovering over the drawer, contemplating her next move. She had two choices: put the drawer back in the bureau and forget what she saw, or open the box and never mention what she learned.
Choices.
She bit her nails.
Choices.
She picked up the drawer.
Choices.
She plopped the drawer back on the bed.
Choices.
She opened the box.
I actually imagined Cadence signing a church hymn as she folded and organized Mark’s socks. I imagined that she treated this mundane domestic chore as a private meditation with God. And once she saw the mysterious box, God vanished in an instant. Her thoughts that were so focused on him immediately moved to that box. That box. Like the creator of the universe was no longer important to her. It actually kind of made me sad.
1. Born September 20, 1985
2. Astrological sign: Virgo
3. Only child
4. Really loves mac ‘n cheese (but it must be homemade. Nothing out of a box.)
5. Enjoys winter sports like snowboarding
6. Admires Winston Churchill
7. Is learning Italian
8. Had one serious girlfriend in high school
9. Favorite season: Fall
10. Wanted to be a scientist when he was little
11. Went to private school until seventh grade
12. Dislikes sodas except for Orange Crush
13. Of Irish and German ancestry
14. Plays guitar (what guy doesn’t?)
15. Is a HUGE Matrix fan (but doesn’t believe we live in the Matrix)
16. Owned a motorcycle in college
17. Is surprising Cadence with a plane ticket for Christmas
18. Can ride roller coasters but gets sick in simulators
19. Collects vintage watches
20. Likes reruns of Seinfeld
21. Reads biographies
22. Has perfect vision
23. Worked as a busboy in high school
24. Lost his father to cancer when he was a freshman in college
25. Exceptionally loyal to his friends
Mark is pretty much based off of my husband. Not all of the above-mentioned facts pertain to him, but Mark’s gentle nature, his pragmatism and wit, and even his looks mirror my husband’s. I wanted to do a teaser feature on Mark before Good released, and I was going to post pics of Aidan, my hubby, along with facts about each man. Probably a good idea that I didn’t when the initial reaction to Mark was, “I don’t understand him.” I think that’s all cleared up in Better.
Teaser from Good (Book 1)
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not just about that.”
“Then what is it? And you’ve got about five seconds,” Avery said, glancing at the time on her cell phone.
“I get picked on all the time at school. But I can guarantee you when he comes back to school, no one will pick on him. He’s the cool guy everyone loves. It’s completely unfair. He’s a total drug addict loser, and I’m the one who gets flour dumped in my locker. I’m the one who’s called a whore and a murderer. I don’t even know what that means. We didn’t kill anyone!”
“Life is unfair, okay? You’ve gotta deal with it. Girls can’t get away with the kind of shit guys can.”
“You just cussed in church,” I pointed out.
“Whatever. The point is that you’ve gotta be able to deal better.”
“Are you really saying that to me right now?” I folded my arms over my chest.
“Don’t you dare, Cadence. We’re a team. Drop those arms and put on your game face. Your armor, because we’re going in,” Avery said. And then she smiled and added, “Put on the armor of God.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What? We’re at youth group. It totally fits.”
“I hate your guts.”
“Yeah yeah. You can hate my guts while you’re suiting up. Belt of righteousness. Sword of truth. All that good stuff.”
“It’s belt of truth and sword of the Spirit,” I scoffed. “And you’re a student leader?”
“Just shut up,” Avery replied, and led me once more inside.
Did You Know?
After I developed Avery’s character and wrote most of Good, it hit me that she reminds me sooo much of Phoebe Cates’s character in Fast Times at Ridgemont High! Worldly. Thinks she knows everything (and perhaps she does!). Experienced. Maybe a tad more self-involved. But there are a lot of parallels between Avery and Linda.
Teaser from Good (Book 1)
I gathered all of the laundry with Fanny’s help and started the wash, then helped Mr. Connelly fix some leaky pipes.
“Cadence, my wrench is in the side pocket of my bag,” he said, lying on his back with his head under the kitchen sink.
I played assistant while Tate caulked Fanny’s tub and grouted some tile. Mr. Connelly had to show him how since Tate had never done a bit of manual labor in his life.
“Is this it?” I asked, holding up a tool with a circular attachment on the end.
“Sort of close. That’s a socket wrench,” he replied. “Don’t even know why that’s in my bag.”
He pulled himself out from under the sink and searched through the side pocket of his tool bag. He pulled out what he told me was a pipe wrench.
“Oh yeah. I’ve seen those before,” I said.
Mr. Connelly smiled and ducked back under the sink.
“You’re a good helper, Cadence,” he said.
I snorted. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Well, you’re keeping me company, and that’s nice,” he replied.
“Just until the sheets finish drying,” I said.
“And I appreciate it,” Mr. Connelly said. “Wanna shine a light for me?”
“Sure,” I replied, and fished around in his tool bag until I found a miniature flashlight. I hesitated for a second, realizing I’d have to sit very close to Mr. Connelly in order to shine the light on the pipes. The opening under the sink was tight, and he took up most of the space.
“Shine it right here over my face,” he said, watching the light bounce around the darkness as I positioned myself. I sat with my legs tucked under me, hunched over, leaning into his thigh. ‘That’s good,” he said. “Hold what you’ve got.”
Did You Know?
I originally had a line in this section that read “I watched his arm muscle flex every time he worked the wrench. I felt the flexing in his thigh, too—how it went rigid then relaxed as he worked his tool.” LOL! My husband suggested I change it to “how it went rigid then relaxed each time he tightened the bolt.” I don’t know….I kind of liked the double entendre
Teaser from Better (Book 2)
He lifted his eyes to her face. She was flushed and shining, leaning against the chair cushion with her golden hair spread out like a veil. She lay there glowing goodness, shining like a holy shrine. Open for him. Ready to receive his prayer, and to answer it. And he knelt before her in reverence, his head bent, hands folded in supplication. He said a silent prayer that she would always love him, always open herself to him and trust him completely.
“I’m gonna let you heal me,” he whispered. And then he kissed her between her legs, listened to her soft cries as his mouth sucked her gently, teased her clit, licked her over and over until he sent her spiraling upwards to heaven.
Did You Know?
I love to write sex scenes in my books as spiritual experiences. Why? I think sex is spiritual. Yes, I think it can be animal and raw and dirty. I also think it can heal and connect two people in a way so intense that it can only be likened to a religious experience. There is nothing sexier to me than when a man worships a woman—loves her so wholly and devotedly—and I wanted to capture that kind of love in this scene.
Teaser from Better (Book 2)
She pushed aside his socks and sat down on the bed, still holding the mysterious box. She knew what she ought to do: tuck the box in his socks and forget the whole thing. She knew what she wanted to do: open the damn thing immediately. She was torn, feeling guilty for even considering snooping in his stuff, but desperate to know what he was hiding.
“Unfair,” she said aloud, placing the box back in his drawer. She continued pairing and folding socks, every now and then glancing at the box. She told herself she was only checking to make sure it was still there, but secretly she was willing it to open itself. It remained closed, hiding its secrets from her.
“I don’t care,” she said, placing socks in the drawer according to color.
But she did care. She cared very much, and when all her sock work was done, she stood hovering over the drawer, contemplating her next move. She had two choices: put the drawer back in the bureau and forget what she saw, or open the box and never mention what she learned.
Choices.
She bit her nails.
Choices.
She picked up the drawer.
Choices.
She plopped the drawer back on the bed.
Choices.
She opened the box.
Did You Know?
I actually imagined Cadence signing a church hymn as she folded and organized Mark’s socks. I imagined that she treated this mundane domestic chore as a private meditation with God. And once she saw the mysterious box, God vanished in an instant. Her thoughts that were so focused on him immediately moved to that box. That box. Like the creator of the universe was no longer important to her. It actually kind of made me sad.
25 Random Facts about Mark
2. Astrological sign: Virgo
3. Only child
4. Really loves mac ‘n cheese (but it must be homemade. Nothing out of a box.)
5. Enjoys winter sports like snowboarding
6. Admires Winston Churchill
7. Is learning Italian
8. Had one serious girlfriend in high school
9. Favorite season: Fall
10. Wanted to be a scientist when he was little
11. Went to private school until seventh grade
12. Dislikes sodas except for Orange Crush
13. Of Irish and German ancestry
14. Plays guitar (what guy doesn’t?)
15. Is a HUGE Matrix fan (but doesn’t believe we live in the Matrix)
16. Owned a motorcycle in college
17. Is surprising Cadence with a plane ticket for Christmas
18. Can ride roller coasters but gets sick in simulators
19. Collects vintage watches
20. Likes reruns of Seinfeld
21. Reads biographies
22. Has perfect vision
23. Worked as a busboy in high school
24. Lost his father to cancer when he was a freshman in college
25. Exceptionally loyal to his friends
Did You Know?
Teaser from Better (Book 2)
Pete lit the joint and passed it around the group. Oliver instructed Cadence how to take a hit. Suck in. Hold it in the chest for a few seconds. Blow out the smoke through the nose. Cadence followed his directions and waited for the few seconds it took to feel a mini high. And then the mini high grew into a moderate one. And then the moderate one turned into a fucking awesome rush.
“Kicking it old school,” she said, passing the joint to Pete.
“That’s how I roll,” Pete replied. “No pipes in my pockets.”
They laughed.
Cadence giggled as Wesley recounted his failed date with Tiffany. Actually, she laughed hysterically, then asked for another hit.
“One more, little girl,” Charlie said. “And that’s all you’re getting. This is strong weed. Don’t want you doing anything crazy.”
“Just gimme the weed,” Cadence said.
“A kiss first,” Charlie suggested.
“No, man. No way,” Oliver argued. He lay out on the one small patch of grass in the skate park with his head resting on his skateboard. “Cadence, if you kiss him, I’ll kill you. Then him.”
Cadence clapped her hands. “Yay!”
The boys burst out laughing.
“What are we cheering for, Cay?” Wesley asked.
“I dunno,” she said. “I dunno!” She laughed hard and rolled over on the ground. “I want more weed!”
“Cay, if I give you more weed, what are you gonna do for me?” Charlie asked.
“It’s not even your weed, dude,” Pete said. “She oughta be kissing me.”
“You have a girlfriend,” Wesley pointed out. He passed the joint to Oliver, who took another hit.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot,” Pete said. The group laughed all over again.
“Gimme gimme,” Cadence said. She reached her hands out to Charlie. He took them and pulled her to her feet.
“Don’t make out with my sister,” Oliver mumbled, eyes closed.
Charlie pulled Cadence close.
“I have a boyfriend,” she whispered.
“Oh, I know,” Charlie said. “I’m just gonna kiss you a little, and you can pretend to resist if it makes you feel better.”
Cadence giggled. Again. She shook her head and smiled demurely.
Did You Know?
Cadence needs to grow up and get over it. ‘Nuf said.
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