Interview with Aimee Duffy

Thanks to Aimee Duffy for sharing this Q&A with CLP today! Keep reading below for an excerpt from Sinfully Summer

aimee duffyWhen did you know writing was for you?

I’ve always loved making up stories. It wasn’t until I went to high school that I realized my imagination could be put to a better use.

How would you describe your books?

Flirty, fun, and humorous with a little heat to zing it up.

Why was Sinfully Summer  a book you wanted to write?

I was playing around with ideas in my scrap book when I came across two words. Girlie holiday. Now I have plenty of experience to draw from that alone—my friends and I took part in crazier things than my heroine does for her dare that kicks off Sinfully Summer. I wanted Alexa to be young, bubbly, fashion conscious and carefree, so I put her opposite in as her match. A young woman who doesn’t want to settle down faced with a Sexy, tortured, Spanish hunk is enough to make any girl bend her rules.

What is the hardest part of the writing process for you?

Starting a new story. It takes me a while to get to know my characters and they often surprise me. Alexa did so much I ended up re-writing Sinfully Summer twice! I’ve no idea how Ric has the patience for her :o)

What are your favorite genres to read?

Chick-lit, contemporary/paranormal romance and crime thrillers.

What do you want readers to take away from your story?

More than anything I’d love it if my readers finished the book with a smile on their lips and their hearts racing from the rollercoaster of emotions I hope they will experience through Ric and Alexa’s journey.

How important do you think social media is for authors these days?

Very, especially for us authors who are published digital first. My gratitude goes out to all my Twitter and Facebook friends for helping me spread the word, and Samantha for having me on your wonderful blog today!

What would be your advice to aspiring writers?

Don’t give up—I know everyone says it. I mean it though. It’s a long road, full of rejections (even published authors have to face them, trust me, I’ve had my fair share). The only difference, in my opinion, between a published author and an unpublished author is that the unpublished author gives up. Keep at it, learn your craft, devour books in your chosen genre. You. Will. Get. There. Believe in yourself!

Huge thank you to Chick Lit Plus for having me today. Samantha, you rock!

SINFULLY SUMMERExcerpt from Sinfully Summer

Adrenaline roared through her veins. This was her only chance. Pushing away from the wall, she rounded the lift, desperately seeking an escape. She barely noticed the plush furnishings, soft-looking leather sofas and floor to ceiling window which showcased the most spectacular view she’d ever seen. Instead she focused on the walls surrounding the elevator.

‘Are you lost?’

The heavily accented voice froze her to the spot. She darted a glance toward the sound. Dark brows furrowed over the richest coloured eyes she’d seen. His gaze swept over the length of her body, then up, lingering on her rear for a beat too long. Her skin tingled under his scrutiny.

Turning her whole body to face him, she slapped a hand on her hip. ‘Had a good enough look?’

His lips quirked in a sexy, lopsided grin. The jitters were back and Alexa swore the temperature in the room shot up ten degrees. Her gaze dropped to his broad shoulders, covered in a thin white t-shirt, then down to a well filled chest. She could see a dark pattern beneath the t-shirt. She longed to find out what kind of tattoo he had. Usually, tats didn’t do it for her. But on that body…

‘I could ask you the same thing.’

She snapped her attention back to his face. He stepped toward her, his jaw set, his eyes dancing with humour and something darker…something that made her blood heat and her mouth water.

Alexa raised her arm, palm out. ‘Hold it there, Mr. Any closer and I’ll scream.’

He paused by the sofa. Propping his hip against the cream leather, he folded his arms across his chest, causing the muscles to bulge. The moisture drained from her mouth and flooded in her belly.

‘No one’s here to hear you.’ He cocked a brow. ‘You seem to be forgetting where you are and,’ his gaze dipped down to her breasts causing the nipples to peak against the lacy fabric ‘how underdressed.’

Alexa thought this moment would have topped the blush scale. She planted her other hand on her hip and glared at him, unwilling to show any weakness. ‘I’m just leaving.’

She turned and strode back to the lift, keeping her back straight and trying not to wiggle her hips too much. The predatory sheen in his eyes made her body more jittery than the idea of sprinting around the lower floor in her underwear. She reached out to hit the button, but a large hand circled her wrist before she made it.

Alexa squeaked and darted back a step. He was so close, and his chest was right in her face. She could see the dark outline of the tattoo beneath the thin cotton. The outline of a burning sun, she thought, or something that looked like a sun. Her hands itched to lift the material and see for herself.

‘I’m up here.’

She snapped her gaze back up to his smirking face and took another step back. His lips kicked up at the corners and his eyes darkened. She swallowed against the urge to step closer, to feel his hard body pressed against hers. But she realised she was in little more than her bra and knickers in a stranger’s home. Unease skittered down her spine.

Alexa squared her shoulders, trying to quash the fear turning her heated blood into cold sludge. ‘I’m leaving now.’

‘After you explain what you’re doing in my home in your undergarments.’

Undergarments?’ Alexa pressed her lips together to keep a giggle at bay. ‘Seriously?’

About the Author

All my life I’ve been dreaming up stories. My mum said when I was little I used to make all the My Little Pony figurines talk to each other, and even fall in love. Later, it was Barbie and Ken. In my teens, I played matchmaker with my friends at school.

When I wasn’t creating imaginary scenarios, I had my nose stuck in books, reading across genres and there was one thing I loved more than the escapism—the fact a story can touch me so deeply, like I was experiencing everything along with my characters. I knew from early on this was something I wanted to do for others.

Fast forward a few years, and the dream almost got lost in real life, but I still couldn’t shake it completely. Now I write sizzling romance with the hope of making my readers’ hearts race like they are falling in love for the first time.

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