I'm happy to welcome erotic romance author, Judith Rochelle, as my guest today. It was a joy chatting with her. Please give a big welcome to Judith and leave some comments for her and visit her site: www.judithrochelle.com
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Please tell us about some of your terrific “firsts” (first female sports reporter on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council). I’m in awe. You really owned a rock and roll agency in Motown? Do tell.
Oh, yeah. I was doing public relations work free lance and a folk singer I knew asked me to do a press kit for him and help him get exposure. Then two other singers called me and asked me to do the same for them. The someone gave my name to a rock band and they wanted me to help them get jobs. Yeah, right. Like I really knew what I was doing. But I got myself licensed by the state and the musicians union and started knocking on the doors of rock clubs. Think sci fi convention with loud music. The owners are as weird as the musicians. But all it took was getting one foot in the door and having one success and my phone didn’t stop ringing.
My sports reporter career started my freshman year in college when the guy I was dating, for a lark, asked me to join the sports staff of the college newspaper. Those guys were such testosterone jerks. They’d send me riding across campus on a man’s bike, or to cover swimming practice where the men don’t wear suits. They thought they had me when they told me I had to get a locker room interview with the hockey tem, but I beat them at their own game. I bribed the coach with a box of cigars, the team dressed out and I got my interview.
What do you like to do in your spare time? You sound a lot like my father – avid golfer, reader, target shooter. What kind of guns do you shoot? I used to shoot trap, rifles, and pistols. Dad loved skeet as well, but I was rarely fast enough to shoot the second bird.
I also see you’re a cat lover, like me. Please tell us about your kittens.
What position do you hold for your RWA chapter?
Tate Donovan was sure The Yellow Rose would be his when his father died. After all, he’d grown up there and it was his legacy. But Abby Culhane was King’s stepdaughter for many years and held a place in the old man’s heart right up to the end. When King leaves her one fourth of the ranch and Tate’s grandparents’ home, Tate is shocked. Then he sees the grown-up Abby and can’t decide whether he wants to fight her over the will or take her to bed. The entire town of White Tail, Texas rolls up its sleeves.
One Hot Texas Night
by Judith Rochelle
Copyright © 2007
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
“Well, how about this?” Tate's eyes traveled the length of her body, scrutinizing her as if she were completely nude. “I didn't get a good look at you in Ryan's office. Someone's grown up since she got run out of town.”
Again with the grown up. What was it with people here, anyway? Willing herself not to blush at his blatant scrutiny, Abby took a deep breath, exhaled and faced him squarely. It didn't help that she felt as if she'd been digging ditches all day, while he still looked like he'd just stepped out of an air-conditioned house.
“First of all,” she began, “I didn't get ‘run out of town', and I resent you saying that. We moved on to something that you wouldn't in your wildest dreams be able to handle.”
“Oh, yeah? There's not much I can't handle, little girl.”
“And don't call me that, you jerk.” Deep breaths again. Control. Control. “Secondly, I'm not selling you anything. Your father left me this property and the interest in the ranch fair and square. For whatever reason, he wanted me to have it. So no deals.”
He leaned back against the wall. Power radiated from him, and arrogance was evident in his posture and tone of voice. Tate Donovan owned the world, and she'd just invaded it, uninvited. “So what do you plan to do with it, city girl?”
“I haven't decided yet.” She planted her hands on her hips and blew a stray curl from her forehead. “And I'm in no hurry to make up my mind.”
He moved so swiftly he was almost body to body with her before she realized it, his bands biting into her shoulders. “You as good as stole this land from me, Abby. I won't stand for it. Why do you want it, anyway? I know you're not planning to live here.”
The heat from his body enveloped her, and the spicy scent of his aftershave tickled her nose. Once that scent had tantalized a love-struck, ignorant teenager. Even now her skin burned where he touched her. Damn! She turned her head away from him.“Actually, I am.” Lord, why did she say that? The words had popped out before she could stop them. Closing her mouth after the fact didn't help at all.
This is available at: http://www.thewildrosepress.com
Thank you, Judith, for visiting with us today. Many happy sales and good luck with your career.