Thursday, February 26, 2015

Aloha to Susanna Ives and WICKED MY LOVE

Today we are pleased to welcome Susanna Ives for a round of Marry, Kiss or Kill!  For this stop, we asked her to choose between Alex O'Loughlin/Steve McGarrett from Hawaii Five O, Johnny Lee Miller/Sherlock Holmes from Elementary, and Allen Leech/Tom Branson from Downton Abbey:

My children commandeer the television. All I’m allowed to watch is Mythbusters. Repeatedly. So I had to call a friend on this one. Here’s what we came up with:

Kiss Steve McGarrett because he has luscious lips. But he won’t be around to marry because he is always off catching the waves or the bad guys. Kissing is the best we can do.

This obnoxious incarnation of Sherlock Holmes would arrive early one morning, well before I’ve stumbled out of bed and consumed the required amount caffeine to keep my homicidal tendencies at bay. For a lark, he would slip something I fear more than anything else in the world under my sheets: a spider. And then, well, I can’t be accountable for the carnage I reap.

I’ll marry Tom Branson because he’s fiery, loyal, and a good daddy. Good daddies are super hot. The Irish accent only adds to the allure.

I met Alex at my son's school ...

Mahalo, Susanna and your friend, for sharing your thoughts on TV's leading men.   Now that Alex is married, I'd like to play Kiss with your new leading man from WICKED, MY LOVE:

A smooth-talking rogue and a dowdy financial genius

Handsome, silver-tongued politician Lord Randall doesn’t get along with his bank partner, the financially brilliant but hopelessly frumpish Isabella St. Vincent. Ever since she was his childhood nemesis, he’s tried—and failed—to get the better of her.

Make a perfectly wicked combination

When both Randall’s political career and their mutual bank interests are threatened by scandal, he has to admit he needs Isabella’s help. They set off on a madcap scheme to set matters right. With her wits and his charm, what could possibly go wrong? Only a volatile mutual attraction that’s catching them completely off guard…


Susanna Ives started writing when she left her job as a multimedia training developer to stay home with her family. Now she keeps busy driving her children to various classes, writing books, and maintaining websites. She often follows her husband on business trips around Europe and blogs about the misadventures of touring with children. She lives in Atlanta.

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Susanna offers an excerpt from WICKED, MY LOVE:

She stationed herself by the window and scowled as if to say to the people looking in her window for vacant seats, Don’t get in this carriage. It’s occupied by a dangerous, sleep-deprived, hysterical woman who wants to be left alone. Stay away. Stay away. When the conductor’s whistle blew and the train started to rumble underneath her feet, she released her held breath and rested her head against the back of the seat.

Wham! The carriage door flew open and a brown leather bag went flying past her, hitting the opposite wall. Randall leaped in just as the train lurched forward.“Good morning, love.”

“W-what are you doing?” she cried, the great plan that she’d spent the night weaving suddenly torn to shreds. “You’re supposed to be getting your black heart shackled to some beautiful nincompoop.”

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you go alone?”

“No, of course not,” she stammered, feeling stupid. Why was she so terrible at understanding subtle meanings? She took everyone at their literal word. She should have known better from that slippery snake of a man. After all, he was a politician, and a good one, in a profession not renowned for its honesty and forthrightness.

He sat himself down beside her, his woodsy scent clogging her nose and setting her nerves alight. She switched to the opposite seat. “And don’t sit next to me. I don’t want people to think we’re lovers.”

“We’re lovers?” He shot her a sly glance. “Did you get me foxed out of my poor wits, take advantage of me in my defenseless state, and then not have the courtesy to tell me? Did I enjoy it?”

She refused to dignify that bit of lunacy with a direct answer. “Your mother, Judith, everyone thinks that I l-love you. Oh, my throat hurts for uttering such moronic nonsense.”

He extended his legs, cupped his hands behind his head, and let a charming smile laze on his lips. His blue coat molded to his lean, flat belly and the contour of his sex bulged in his brown trousers. “Naturally they think that,” he said. “What’s not to love?”

She averted her eyes, determined not to look at his male part. However, the generous, manly swell in the fabric was now emblazoned on her brain. “I really don’t have the time to discuss all the things that I don’t love about you. The list is quite long, and I’m a bit upset. I didn’t get any sleep, and now you are here to complicate everything. I just…just want to read.” She unfurled her journal and bowed her head, hoping he would take that as a cue to be quiet.

She gently rocked in her seat, as if it were a comforting cradle, trying to keep her curious eyes from roving back to his lap as she read and reread the first paragraph in an article about interest rates in the banks of Holland. She had almost made it to the second paragraph when she felt his shoulder rub against hers.

“Just relax,” he said, settling next to her. “We’re not lovers. I detest you as much as you detest me.”

“I don’t detest you,” she corrected. “I just don’t like you some—well, most of the time.”

“I certainly despise you, no question about that. Now that we have our mutual dislike for each other clarified, I think we should play a little game.”

She looked at him askew. “The our bank fails, we lose all our money, and our names and reputations are ruined game? I hear that it’s great fun until they cart us off to the poorhouse.”

“No, it’s the let’s-invent-false-identities-so-as-not-to-cast-suspicion game.”

“Oh.” It made sense. She hated when Randall made sense.

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  1. Ok, I don't even know who these actors are, but I'll bet they're all rich. Sugar mama.

  2. for some reason, the pics aren't loading for me, so I'm going to have to guess that they are handsome, pretty people :) thanks for sharing!

  3. Branson is Irish and hot, just saying. ;)

  4. Welcome Susanna! In looking forward to lots of books but maybe most definitely Julie Anne Long's story of Lyon Redmond, of that's coming out in spring, but if not I'm still waiting for it.

  5. I am looking forward to reading books by Suzan Tisdale, Madeline Hunter, Tawny Weber, Callie Hutton, and Katharine Ashe.

  6. The Duke and the Lady In Red by Lorraine Heath,

  7. I just discovered a new to me author & i can't wait to read her backlist. She just had new book published too, Once a Wallflower, At Last His Love bu Christi Caldwell

  8. Love Susanna's answers.

    Her book is definitely on my list, but as usual it is a long list. :-)

  9. Love Susanna's answers.

    Her book is definitely on my list, but as usual it is a long list. :-)

  10. New Tessa Dare, Katharine Ashe, and Cathy Maxwell!

  11. Wicked Little Secrets, so please count me in :D

  12. I'm most looking forward to reading The Shadows by J.R. Ward.