This week’s questions come from Rebekah Ganiere
Who is your favorite character you've written and why?
Cash is the ultimate alpha male. Arrogant, manly, rugged and gruff. But, he has that soft side that only his girl can bring out of him.
I am a sucker for the blue collar hero. They're my favorite to write mostly because it's what's familiar to me. I know blue collar. These are my men.
Cash is a mechanic, which brings into this character one of my favorite things. Cars. My dad was a mechanic and a race car driver, so my life revolved around greasy shops and drag strips. He pretty much set the bar for me as a little kid. Needless to say, I like boys that smell like grease.
He's a complex character, much more than meets the eye, and with a hot tempered heroine to contend with, we see a lot of faces of Cash in the story. I like that about him. He's not typical. He's not just a pretty face and a sexy drawl.
I've included a little introduction to Cash below. This is from the original version, from which I am now restructuring and rewriting into a new book I hope to release sometime next year.
Excerpt from untitled WIP featuring "Cash"
I could feel my stomach vibrate with want as I replayed the sound of his voice in my head. The voice was low and husky, gravely and manly. I had never heard anything like it.
It took a moment, but when his words registered in my brain… I felt sick.
I realized that I was bent over in my truck, flashing this stranger my bare ass. Scooting myself out of the cab, I turned around quickly and covered my ass with my hands. I pressed myself against the cold steel of my truck and lowered my head, totally embarrassment. I felt the blood drain from my face as I wallowed in my humiliation.
I forced myself to look up at him, and the only description for the man I found standing in front of me was heavenly… pure perfection.
He stood in front of me with a wry smile, his muscular arms crossed tightly over his chest and his radiant green eyes danced with humor. They were same green eyes that had just been staring at my bare white ass, and I felt like I was going to faint.
His stance was confident and sexy as hell. He stood firm, legs shoulder width apart and his back steady and tall. A pair of worn and faded Levi's wrapped around his thighs, and the black t-shirt he wore underneath his work shirt hugged his strong chest snugly. His black work boots were scuffed and worn, and I had never been so turned on by a pair of boots in my entire life. He screamed man… and sex.
I slowly worked my eyes back up to his face, suddenly unsure of myself and the feelings this complete stranger was stirring in me. His eyes were still sparkling with mischief, and his mouth should have been illegal. His lips looked firm but plump, and I just wanted to suck one of them into my mouth. His jaw and chin were chiseled and sharp, and the rough scruffy beard made me want to nuzzle my cheek all over it.
I watched as he moved closer, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I reacted quickly, flinching away like I was a mental patient.
"Mitts off, asshole!" I snapped. I took a few steps backwards and glared up at him. I was suddenly very aware that this beautiful man had been checking out my butt minutes earlier, and he was completely unapologetic. It pissed me off.
His lip lifted into a sideways grin as he spoke.
"Easy, tiger," he said softly.
Do you prefer writing from the Hero or Heroine's POV?
What are three things you can't do without while writing?
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