We’re pleased to welcome authors RJ Scott and Meredith Russell today on their Forever in the Sun blog tour. They took some reader questions and had a lot of fun answering them, and they’re also offer a chance for one lucky reader to win a $15 Amazon or ARe Gift Card and two additional prizes of an e-book from RJ Scott’s backlist. Just click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter.
Thank you for letting us invade your blog! As we were out of ideas we asked for questions and boy, did we get them… we talk the three W’s: Wine, writing and snacks. Okay, okay, two W’s and an S.
Chelci Winkels: When you are writing together do you have a specific set up … like snack foods, and drinks or do you just work like students in detention?
RJ: ROFL… I drink so much tea that I should own shares in the company. I don’t have snacks… but I do have my tea. Meredith and I, will have Google Chat open all day, and every so often stop and chat, and then we’ll have tea breaks. Other than that, for me, it’s head down. What about you M?
MR: To be honest I could do with being in detention and banned from all internet access apart from RJ’s chat box. lol
RJ: That’s torture! That is against the Geneva Convention to take away Internet access!
MR: I don’t have snacks at hand, often they’re an excuse to get up and wander so usually either a cereal bar or a handful of grapes. Also I’m a failed Brit as I don’t drink tea and have been known in my inexperienced youth to have poured the milk in over the teabag before adding the hot water. Them’s fighting words!
RJ: I’m not sure we can still be friends
MR: You don’t mean it and you KNOW it.
RJ: Well I’ve put up with you this long, I guess…
MR: Yep, stuck with me, and back to the question, so my drinks of choice are water and pepsi max. I write with music playing, I need structured noise otherwise I’ll find myself distracted by the silence. After that it’s usually head down and writing, or sometimes in my case, some cover art depending on how I’m feeling and what projects I have.
Jen Walter: Favorite wine?
RJ: Anything made with grapes, really. ROFL… I love a white, a rose, and a red, sometimes in the same evening. I like a nice Chardonnay, or a deep Merlot. And when I’m drinking with girlfriends it’s Rose which I can drink a lot of. I always said one day I would do a wine course and actually learn about wine.
MR: I’m not a big drinker most of the time. I’m more the social drinker. Wine, I prefer Rose.
RJ: So when I stay at your house, how comes all the wine goes so fast?
MR: It’s a mystery. I think it might be something to do with the fact you’re drinking out of a pint glass *chuckles*
RJ: It’s not a pint glass, it’s a three quarters of a pint glass… #AllTheDifference
MR: Plus I think drinking with a friend comes under the ‘social’ drinker label so I’m sure I help a little bit. Personally, I prefer a nice cold cider or something like a Malibu and coke or Archers (peach schnapps) and lemonade.
Blurb: Feuding families, unearthed secrets, and a violent storm threatens the Cay. Will the idyllic island with her cast of characters make it through unscathed? It’s time for the circle to close on the story of Sapphire Cay, and on the men who have lived and found love on her beaches.
Join characters old and new as we celebrate Dylan and Lucas’s wedding and delve into the history of Sapphire Cay.
Connor and Shaun are directly related to Peter and Alfie, a couple whose clandestine lover affair was overshadowed by old prejudices and a world war. Shaun Jamieson is a writer, a romantic and needs to pen the story of the affair’s final secrets; Connor French’s family wants to stop Shaun.
When the two men step onto the sands of Sapphire Cay, they find more than just the secrets of an old love. They find hope and comfort in each other. But with the past hanging over them, can they ever have what Peter and Alfie could not? Or are they just as ill-fated as their ancestors?
Excerpt: The offices of the French Foundation, New York, June
“Your two o’clock is here, Mr. French.” Miriam’s voice floated in over the intercom. The abruptness of it startled Connor from his cost-benefits analysis and he knocked his coffee down, sloshing it onto the paperwork.
“God dammit,” he muttered under his breath. He couldn’t get the figures to balance and trying to find a missing ten-dollar transaction in among a million dollar bank account was screwing with his head. Where had three hours gone? He glanced sideways at his lunch. Or what was left of it. He was surprised he’d managed to actually eat at all because he certainly didn’t remember the food arriving or him even picking up the ham on rye. He had to get these reports done before the accounts department could sign off on them.
He pressed the button. “Give me two,” he said. Quickly he scooped the plate, with the remaining food, into his top drawer and straightened enough paperwork to look efficient. He didn’t recall the details of this two o’clock, just that it was someone with issues about the Foundation. Connor was used to answering all kind of questions, from students, politicians, kids to teachers and there was no one at this Foundation who knew what type of work they undertook as well as him. Apart from Miriam, who had been a PA at the Foundation longer than Connor had been alive. She knew where all the bodies were buried and Connor would be lost without her.
A knock on the door heralded the visitor’s arrival and Connor stood, brushing his shirt of crumbs as he called, “Come in.”
The door opened and Connor had to stop his mouth falling open. Gorgeous. Very nice. Tall, slim, dark hair, with added sexy smile and confidence in the way he walked in. Connor checked him out, couldn’t help it, he hadn’t seen anything this fine in a very long time. I need to get out more. From head to toe, his gaze finally focused back on the man’s face and embarrassment washed over him when the guy was looking at him with one eyebrow raised in question. So much for subtle. Well, at least he isn’t punching me to the floor.
About RJ: RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.
As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.
With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.
Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.
About Meredith: Meredith Russell lives in the heart of England. An avid fan of many story genres, she enjoys nothing less than a happy ending. She believes in heroes and romance and strives to reflect this in her writing. Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream Meredith is excited to turn into reality.