My Special Guest Carrie Ann Ryan

I have a lovely guest today – Carrie Ann Ryan here to answer all my naughty questions and give you a taste of a hot one! Take it away…

How did you get started writing?

Thanks for having me! I started writing because after reading over 5,000 romance novels I found myself having ideas of my own and needing to write them down. The Redwood Pack series is what came about and I love my werewolf boys!

What inspires you the most?

Not any one thing. Mostly the idea that I can find my own characters and try to mold them into someone I would want to read.

Are you lucky enough to write full time or do you have another job?

I’m actually a chemistry instructor by day and a paranormal romance writer by night. It can make for some awkward situations. LOL O_o

If you could do any other job – what would it be?

If I couldn’t write or teach, I always said I would have gone to culinary school. But now that I’m reaching the point in my life where that infernal maternal clock keeps ticking, I think my other job would be mom. Because from witnessing my friends – I know it’s a full time job!

What genre/s do you write in?

Right now I only write paranormal. I’m working on two series at the same time, but I may try something else in the future.

What’s another genre you’d love to try writing?

I’ve written a contemporary novel and may go back to it in the future. But right now I have a western floating around in my head. Oh how I love cowboys. Yum.

What do your friends and family think about your writing?

At first they thought it was a hobby and said “oh, that’s nice.” Now that they’ve actually read it, they are proud. And yes, my father read my paranormal romance with erotic elements. LOL. But he liked it and doesn’t lie to me to make me feel better. Believe me. *sigh*

What’s the biggest misconception about being a writer?

Other than we are millionaires? LOL That we can put out a book a week because it takes less than that to read it. Some authors can only get out a book or two a year because that’s exactly how long it takes to write a decent one. I understand, and as long as I get to read it eventually, I’m happy. That’s why I make sure I have a huge list of authors to read that way there’s never a lapse in my TBR pile.

What do you love and hate most about writing?

I love finding new characters and worlds. I hate commas. HATE them. Ask my editor. J

What are you currently working on and what’s coming up for you?

Right now I’m editing – and finding those filthy commas – Trinity Bound, the third book in the Redwood Pack series. I’m also writing Dust of My Wings. It’s the first book in a new series called Dante’s Circle. Each series will be seven books long, so don’t worry, each Jamenson sibling will get a story, you just get to meet another series first. J

What is the one most difficult aspect of getting out there in writing?

Having new readers find you in the masses. There are TONS of books out there. And as a reader I love reading them. But as an author it’s daunting. But eventually, someone will read my book and that’s okay with me. J

How do you see the industry in two years/five years?

Still writing. Still making new series and stories. That’s my goal. I’d love for someone to be me on a favorite author list LOL. But as long as I get to write and people want to read them, I’m okay. For now. J

What do you like and dislike about the e-publishing business?

I like the fact that it’s right there. I don’t have to wait for shipping. And honestly, the only thing I don’t like about it is the fact that others are haters LOL. I mean, I own a kindle and it feels the same weight in my hands as a normal book and I can hold more than one at a time. That way when I travel I don’t have to be picky. And my poor bookshelves get a well-deserved break.

What type of marketing has helped you the most?

Blog tours. J I love getting to know other authors, book sites and readers! The more the merrier!

Some fun questions…

Do you write to music and if so, to what?

Yes, I have a writing playlist. It has Adele, some Lady Antebellum, Florence & the Machine, Three Days Grace, and a bunch of other people.

What type of movies do you enjoy and hate?

Hmm… I like anything really. I’m actually moving away from romantic comedies because the women seem so annoying and bitter that it’s not fun anymore. But I enjoy war movies the most. I like seeing history and what was.

Do you have a ritual with writing?

Nothing soothing or too ritualistic. I do outline my worlds and chapters crazy. I outline the series, do character spreadsheets, world spreadsheets and all of those are color coded LOL. I then do an overall outline of the book, then go deeper and outline the chapter. THEN I write. I also try to get each chapter to be around 11 pages before I move on. I usually make them longer later, but 11 is a good number for me LOL. Wow. I sound a bit crazy.

Who is your favorite character you’ve written and why?

Maddox. You haven’t met him yet, and I haven’t written his book yet. But as soon as I mentioned him in A Taste for a Mate, I had to know more about him and his back story and who his mate was. I fell for him and so did my crit partner. I love all my Jamenson boys, but Maddox holds a special place in my heart. Don’t tell the others that though, they are werewolves after all. J

What’s something you can’t live without for writing?

Music. I need it I the background. I couldn’t write without it. Oh and spreadsheets. J

Favorite color and does it suit your personality and why?

I have two. Pink and Black. And both suit my personality (I totally almost typed personalities. Whoops J). I can be happy and perky and loveable. But then sometimes I just want to hide from the crowds and read and write. So I love them both.

If you had to use a food or drink to entice your love, what would it be and how would you use it?

Oh geesh. Chocolate? My love sure does love his chocolate. Yum.

What’s your favorite seduction song?

Hmm… A deep country song. A man with a deep voice crooning to me about life, love and getting it on? Oh yeah. Sexy. I’m looking at you Josh Turner. Yum.

What would you consider to be the most romantic place on earth and why?

Our beach. Yep, I’ve claimed it as my own. Whah ah ah ah ah.

What character would play you in a movie?

My character? Hmm… Willow. She’s unsure of herself but then learns how to be a warrior.

What male star do you consider the hottest and why?

I’m in love with Henry Cavil. He’s mine. You can’t have him.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Yes. I watched The Ring, The Ring 2, The Grudge, The Grudge 2 and Saw in one day while living in Japan. I haven’t slept a decent night without the light on or next to my hubby since then. It’s been like 10 years. LOL

Favorite family tradition?

Watching movies and pausing to eat or joke or talk about it. We are horrible to guests LOL.

What level of YOU do you bring into your writing?

I think my characters are stronger than I am and would do more than I could, but I still feel connected to them.

White chocolate or dark chocolate?

White chocolate. I’m allergic to dark. L

Victoria’s Secret or Old Navy?

Victoria underneath a comfy pair of Old Navy Jeans. Sexy.

The Beach or the Mountains?

The beach, if I don’t have to show everyone what I look like in a suit LOL. But I LOVE LOVE hiking in the mountains.

Plain or chunky peanut butter?

Neither. Yuck!

Favorite Pizza

White pizza. I don’t eat tomatoes. And after reading my answers I’m sensing I’m a bit picky LOL.

Red or black?

Black.

Soft or hard?

Hard. *wink*

Candy Kisses or Twizzlers?

Twizzlers. Come on – they’re straws too!

Kinky or romantic?

Kinky can be romantic!

A Taste for a Mate Blurb

Jasper Jamenson’s only responsibility to being the Beta of the Redwood Pack, second son of the Alpha, is to protect the Pack from themselves and the human world. After a century of selfless service, his brother’s new found mating forced him into taking a good look into his life. He isn’t sure he wants a mate, but fate may have other ideas.

Willow Delton is a skinny, bakery owner – the type most woman love to hate. Being without family, she finds herself alone to the Greek god with green eyes who saunters into her bakery every morning. Her desire to follow him, to be with him, overrides every rational sense she possessed.

Jasper and Willow are drawn together, despite every nuisance that works against them. But evil beyond even Jasper’s supernatural compensation will make war against him, by going after the only thing in his eternal life he desires – Willow. Is Willow’s heart enough to overcome Jasper’s soul to save her life? A fight he cannot win, but to save her life – he must.

Chapter 1

The scent of cinnamon and sugar danced on the air as Willow Delton heaved opened the heavy oven door to remove her prized cinnamon rolls. The plump, buttery pastries were baked to perfection, and she set them on the counter to cool. The only thing missing was her thick and creamy frosting, but that would have to wait.

Willow stood back and stared around her commercial grade kitchen. She’d started her bakery from scratch, and it had grown into a successful, albeit small, business. Incredible, really. She’d never thought the day would arrive when she finally had a place to call her own. She was right where she wanted to be. Her favorite part of the day was being able to meet one-on-one with her customers. She loved the looks on their faces when they bit into her temptations,  that look of ecstasy not seen on this side of the bedroom door that flashed across their eyes.

Of course, that particular look as the result of a man was long absent from Willow’s face. Too excruciatingly long.

She stood back and closed her eyes, conjuring the memory of her mystery man’s face. The image that filled her mind made her forget the lack of human contact. The thought of his deep, husky voice tickled her spine whenever he spoke. Green eyes caught her in his web with only a glance. She’d fallen for a stranger and didn’t even know his name. He’d come into her store every morning and ordered a cinnamon roll and coffee with only a few words. Then he ‘d pay cash before lifting up the corner of his mouth in a semblance of a smile and walking out of her store. Was it strange she worried he’d keep walking and never return?

A bell’s tinkle pulled Willow from her reverie and self-pity. As she turned to greet her customer, her heart leapt to her throat. Him. Her mysterious fantasy man. As she tried to regain her senses, she took all of him in. He had to be one of the tallest men she’d ever seen, easily over six and a half feet. The tight black T-shirt he wore hugged his biceps and cut into his muscular physique, while his broad shoulders stretched and strained the seams. His body tapered down to a narrow waist and hips as they met his thighs. His long legs she wanted to grip, encased in worn jeans lead to work boots. Hmm, construction perhaps? She glanced back up his body to his striking face.

He wasn’t beautiful, but he did have a face most women would dream about. A strong jaw and cheekbones gave him an aura of strength, the kind of strength that would be protective. His hair was midnight black and long enough to brush his shoulders, however, today, a band held it back, showcasing his face more. He studied her, his green eyes calm and calculating. Willow let out a surprised gasp at the sexual heat radiating from him. Could she possibly be imagining things?

****

Jasper Jamenson fought himself as he walked into the bakery that morning. This would be the seventh week in a row he’d come here, every day but Sunday. And that was only because the damn store was closed. As good as the cinnamon rolls were, and they were little tastes of heaven, it was the woman behind the counter that brought him there every morning.

Following a particularly bad night in the forest on a hunt, Jasper had been pissed and hungry. Another wolf had tried to play a dominant game, forcing Jasper to hurt him. The stench of the other’s defeat had remained on him, only angering Jasper that much more. The scent of the morning’s freshly baked goods pulled him through the quaint and welcoming door, and the slender goddess who served him brought thoughts of a different form of servicing to mind.

Slightly above average in height – he would guess about five foot seven – she was the perfect height to settle against his body. For someone who owned and operated a bakery, she was as skinny as a rail. However, if he looked close enough he could see the telltale signs possible of curves. And with just a little bit of his help and pampering she would gain some well-needed cushion. No matter what, she’d look amazing underneath him. Her long, light brown hair curled in a bun on the top of her head. His fingers ached to pull out the pins and watch it tumble down her back. Hazel eyes sought him and begged for his protection. Damn, he was willing.

Her look made the wolf within him perk up and growl.

“Mate? I want her”. His wolf paced beneath the surface of his skin, calculating the best way to quickly claim their mate.

What his wolf spoke of was a possibility. There were only a few women in the world through time that carried the scent to signal the potential mating. Unlike his brother Kade, who had met two women recently that carried the scent, Jasper had never in his one-hundred and three years come across a woman who brought forth the mating urge. However, if all encounters were like this one, Jasper didn’t know how others walked away. The urge rode him hard and he fought his wolf for control if only for a moment, something that hadn’t happened since he was a pup.

He mentally spoke to his wolf. “We are not ready for a mate. And a human no less. She knows nothing of us. If, and that is a big if, we chose her to be our mate, we will have to go slowly into this. I don’t want us to scare her. But she is beautiful, no”

His wolf growled in response.

“Do you want to scare her away? Let’s get to know her first, see if she is a good match, other than that incredible cinnamon scent. I’ll talk to Adam and find out everything I can about her. I am the Beta; I cannot put my Pack in jeopardy.”

God, he really sucked at this. This time he needed to put on his big wolf panties and actually ask her out.

Then we could mark her.”

He snorted at his wolf. Yeah, that was taking it slow.

Jasper shook himself from his inner thoughts and looked into those hazel eyes. The spot of flour on her cheek begged for his hand to brush it way. He fought the urge. No need to freak her out. Her chest moved slowly, her small breasts rising and falling. The cinnamon scent of her filled his nostrils and he took a deep breath, the aroma going straight to his cock. The slight gasp that escaped from her kissable lips almost broke his control, and he fisted his hands to regain it.

“Good morning.” His voice lowered an octave and became a growl. He cleared his throat and started again. “I come here every morning and I don’t think I ever gave you my name. Let me rectify that.” He closed the distance between them so only the counter separated them. “I’m Jasper Jamenson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand in hopes of touching her skin.

Willow blinked up at him and seemed at a loss for words. Her lips opened slightly, begging him to lean down and taste her.

“Uh… yeah… I’m Willow Delton.”  She shook her head, gave him a small smile and placed her slender hand in his. He’d been right – her skin was incredibly soft and made him want to take a bite.

“Yes, I know, you own this place.” He gave her hand a squeeze and released her.

“So, Jasper, do you want your usual?” The sound of his name on her lips hardened his cock. Without waiting for him to respond, she turned back to her work-table to ice her cinnamon rolls.

“Sounds good.” He watched as her hands moved swiftly and confidently across the baking sheets. “What time do you get off?”

“Smooth, Romeo. Why don’t you just ask her to bend over the work table for you?”

Ignoring his wolf Jasper continued, “I thought that we could grab a bite to eat tonight and go see to the arts fest they have running in town.”

Oh dear Lord. Why didn’t he ease into this?

“Oh, are you asking me out on a date?” She wrinkled her brow and looked utterly confused at the prospect.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been in here for over a month every morning, and as much as I love your food, I had an ulterior motive.”

Surprise flashed across her face before her eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ve never been to the arts fest in town. I didn’t want to go by myself and didn’t have anyone to go with me.” Her mouth snapped shut at her revealing statement.

Laughing quietly, he shook his head. “So what time do you get off?”

“You really need to stop putting it like that; it gives me ideas.” Again, he ignored his wolf’s sarcasm.

“I close at four and should be done cleaning up by five. It’s only me here today so it’s going to take me an hour to close.”

“What do you say I come back at six and we go to dinner from here?”

Her smile almost blinded him as she nodded before taking off her apron. “Okay. Sounds good. Here’s your breakfast.” She handed him his black coffee and a small brown bag with a pink logo.

Taking everything from her hands, he set them down along with the cash to pay for it. Giving into temptation he leaned over the counter to brush the flour from her cheek.

She jumped and a flash of alarm raced across her face.

Chuckling under his breath, he reassured her. “Just some flour. I’ll see you at six, Willow.” He grabbed his breakfast and walked to the door, taking one last look behind him at the woman who was his mate. He was one lucky bastard.

Whistling a jaunty tune, he walked toward his Jeep, unconcerned and happy while leaving his mate to do her work. The hairs on the back of his neck lifted, and his wolf came to attention. The street was empty but for a few people; nothing looked out of place. Jasper took a deep breath but didn’t detect another presence. With one last look toward his slender brunette, he shrugged off the uneasy feeling and continued to his Jeep.

Carrie Ann Ryan is a paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate – even if its just in her books. Happy endings are always near – even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.

Her first book, An Alpha’s Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She’s also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She love meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.

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Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

 

 

 

 

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8 Responses to My Special Guest Carrie Ann Ryan

  1. Thanks so much for having me today!

  2. Wonderful interview and chapter. Look forward to reading more by you :D
    I love getting to know the authors I read, thanks!

    Áine

  3. Great interview. I love the excerpt! The humor is great.
    This books is on my wish list.

    Well, done, ladies!

  4. Loved the excerpt. And loved the comma comment. LOL true for me too!

  5. Great excerpt. Looking forward to reading more.

  6. Gena Robertson says:

    Carrie, I just finished reading An Alpha’s Path – I’ll be posting a review later today. It was fabulous, and I can’t wait to read Jasper’s story and the rest of the pack!! I simply adore books about werewolves, and I love how your characters have conversations with their human and wolf halves, LOL!
    I’ve been socially stalking you for several months now, and will continue to do so as you are one of my favorite authors! My thoughts and prayers are always with you for your good health and continued success!

  7. Brenda says:

    Fantastic interview.
    Oh man, Carrie. I dislike the haters of e-books too. A few months ago, I thought I would hate to read on an e-reader, but when I got a Kindle and started downloading books and reading on it, I LOVE IT!! In fact, I won’t by a paper book again. There was a book I wanted to purchase on amazon but it was only in paper back so I didn’t bother. If it had been available for the kindle I would have bought it.

  8. Oh thank you so much Gena. You totally made my day, hon!

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