Thursday, April 3, 2014

Interview with Rie Warren and her Characters, plus Cover Reveal ON HER WATCH



Author Rie Warren
Today I am chatting with Rie Warren about her second book, and cover ON HER WATCH; but as I was talking, I met her heroine and hero from her book. So, questions had to be asked, (Besides I'm hoping to find some good fighting moves...)


Lt. Liz Grant:  
MVF:  Thanks for letting me ask question, this is an easy one... what's your favorite drink?
Liz: I had something once that was pink, fruity, and fizzy. If word gets out about this, my street cred will be shot. 
MVF:  I promise, my lips are sealed! What do you do to relax?
 Liz: If you've seen Linc you probably know the answer to that question. What do I do to relax? Him.
MVF:  So, I am going to go there, *sneaks a glace at Linc* and whispers, So, whats your favorite turn on?
 Liz: The way Linc looks at me like I'm all woman and not just a skilled warrior. And his dirty talk.
MVF: *Nods* I could see this, since you mentioned you're a skilled warrior what's your favorite fighting move?
Liz: Anything that ends with bruises and broken bones.
MVF: *coughs nervously* I'll remember that, what secret dream do you have you wouldn't tell anyone? *trust me no on is here*
Lt. Liz Grant: To become a mother. 
MVF:  That was very informative, turns to a very intimidating man. Now it's your turn. 
 

Commander Linc Cutler:
MVF:  So, let's stick to the same questions, what's your favorite drink?
LC: We don't have a lot of opportunity to drink in the Territories. I'm a black coffee kind of guy.
MVF: Now this I can relate, to, Coffee... but there must be moments, tiny ones, when you need relax, what do you do?
LC: *chuckles* Yeah, that's a good one.
MVF: Ok, so maybe that wasn't a great question. So, what's your favorite turn on?
LC: Liz's soft side that she shows only to me. Then there's her sassy mouth...
MVF: *holds up hand to stop him from writing further* Got it, so on more neutral ground, what your favorite fighting move?
LC: Definitely an uppercut. It gets the job done.
MVF: Yeah, that would work...*looks down at clipboard, than back up*, So tell me, what is your secret dream you'll never tell anyone?
LC: I already have it...being with Liz.
MVF: You both are fascinating, thank you for talking with me.

Now, Rie, I have a few questions for you as a writer, because I'm curious! 

What was the easiest thing for you to write in this story?
RIE: The sex. Ha ha ha ha! No, I'm kidding! The chemistry between the two characters is phenomenal and was so much fun to write with sparky dialogue and 'longing looks'. 
MVF: This is what I envy, the flow of dialogue--awesome! 

What was the hardest thing to write in this story?
RIE: Since this is book two in a dystopian trilogy, the hardest part was keeping all my details for the over-arching series cohesive while moving the plot toward the series finale. Talk about maintaining a series diary, mine is about 400 pages long. Oy! 
MVF: Yikes! Mine is ummm...scattered I am going to pay for that. Truly. So this is very cool that you are doing this. 

But, enough distraction--Here is the BOOK COVER--blurb and links! I love this cover!

ON HER WATCH
by Rie Warren

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RELEASE DATE:
June 3rd, 2014 from Grand Central—Forever Yours

BLURB:
The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .
AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.
Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.
EXCERPT:
“You’re going to make me work to bring you down, aren’t you, Lieutenant?” His lips hovered beside mine.
I didn’t move, didn’t shiver. I wouldn’t even let myself think this cold hard bastard was the least bit attractive. He held the answers to my father’s death or at least knew where to find them, and that was all that mattered.
“Yeah, I am.” I stepped back from him.
Linc sat on the edge of his desk, hitting me with an intense gaze. His drawl came out low and deep. “You got a status report?”
His intimate tone sent a flush to my system. “Beaten to shit, sir, but still breathing. Thanks for asking.”
“Make sure you keep that up.” He handed me my cap. Frowning when our fingers brushed, he pulled back quickly.
Maybe he was feeling the same conflicting emotions as me. Equal parts flaring attraction and natural distrust overwhelmed me. He watched me head to the door, gaze locked on my retreat. I wanted to shove a barrel down his throat and let it go. I wanted to rip his uniform off and take him in my hand, my mouth.
At the door, I halted. Dignified of manner, albeit dripping blood, I asked, “Am I dismissed?”
“Not quite.” He came closer, his brief show of weakness once more concealed. Or maybe I’d imagined it because, Christ, looking into his now deadly eyes was the same as deep-throating the stock of a rifle. “Stoic woman, aren’t you?”
“Comes with the territory.”
“You might earn your stripes back yet, Prisoner Grant, depending on how you save face. You’re going to have to prove your dedication.”
When he slipped by me to open the door, I saluted the latest bad ass on the block. “Commander Cutler, sir!”
“Second Lieutenant.” He saluted, a searing touch of his fingers on my breast relieving me of my badge.
“You mean First Lieutenant.”
“You’ve been demoted.”
Goddamn. And this was the man I needed to cozy up to? If I was attracted to assholes, how come Cannon had never done it for me?
I walked out the door, head high, not looking back.
BUY LINKS:

In His Command, Book #1, available now

About Rie Warren
A Yankee transplant via the UK and other wild journeys, Rie happily landed in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters--one an aspiring diva, the other a future punk rocker. After earning her degree in Fine Arts, Rie promptly gave up paintbrushes and canvas for paper and pen (because she decided being a writer was equally as good an idea as being an artist, of course it was). That was fifteen years ago, her writing career started! With a manuscript of super epic proportions! Safely stored under a lace doily in a filing cabinet. Possibly in England . . .

Since then she's done this and that, here and there, usually in the nonprofit arena, until she returned to her dream of being a writer. Even though Rie basks in the glorious southern sunshine as often as she can, she's mostly a nocturnal creature adjourning to her writer's atelier (spare bedroom) in search of her next devious plot twist or delicious passionate tryst.

No matter what genre or gender pairing she's writing, she combines a sexy southern edge with humor and heart--and a taste of darkness.

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Thanks for stopping by Rie! It's always a blast!  

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