Thursday, September 27, 2012

Diary of a One-Night Stand by Alexandrea Weis: Interview & Excerpt

 


 



Resilient and practical, Kara Barton has continually strived to live a respectable life. She went to college, embarked on a promising career as an attorney, married a great guy, and always appeared to be the perfect wife and mother. But all is not what it seems, and the troubling past Kara has been running from her entire life is about to catch up with her. Urged on by her insecurities about growing older, and desperately wanting to feel one more night of passion, Kara agrees to share a tryst in a hotel room with a sexy business associate, Scott Ellsworth. But Scott wants more than one night together, and Kara quickly discovers it is impossible to resist him. Soon Kara finds herself transformed into the kind of woman she vowed never to become, and the secure world she has struggled all her life to build begins to fall apart. Kara Barton is about to find out how a one-night stand can change everything.
 
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Kara walked across the gold and white lobby, clutching her black purse in her hands. She felt the nervous butterflies in her stomach begin to break into a frenzied swarm. Was this the right thing to do? But then she thought of the way he had looked when they first met, the way his gray eyes had hovered over her figure, and the touch of his skin as he had gently traced his fingers along her arm. She remembered the shape of his face and the hint of his muscular body beneath his fitted black silk suit.
     Kara reached out for the elevator call button with a shaky hand. “Jesus, get a grip,” she whispered.
     As she stood waiting for the elevator to return to the first floor, a family of four came up beside her. She smiled over to the parents, who were dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. In their arms were shopping bags filled with tokens of their visit to the Big Easy. Running about their feet were two small girls, no older than eight, Kara surmised. The children were dressed in matching dark blue overalls and white T-shirts. She watched them playfully chasing each other as they waited for the elevator to arrive.
     “Hey, you two behave,” the woman scolded, and then she turned her lovely brown eyes to Kara. “Sorry. They’re all hyped up on beignets.” She gave Kara a weary smile. “Between that and all the pralines they have eaten today, I’ll never get them to bed.”
     “Be thankful you just missed Mardi Gras. My daughter gets so wired on king cakes, I can’t ever get her down from the sugar high.”
     “Oh, are you from here?” the woman asked.
     Kara nodded her head. “Born and raised.”
    “We hear it is one hell of a time in this town during Mardi Gras,” the man beside her said as he patted his protruding paunch. “My wife and I would love to get back here without the kids to take in some of the fun.”
     “It’s something everyone should experience at least once in their lives,” Kara told him.
     The elevator doors opened and the children immediately ran inside the elevator car. Their mother followed behind them, reprimanding their exuberance. The woman’s husband, who was struggling to hold on to the family’s shopping bags, waved Kara in next and then followed behind her.
     Once the woman had grabbed ahold of her two girls, she turned once again to Kara. “How old is your daughter?”
     Kara reached over and hit a button on the console. “Ten,” she replied. “And getting to that age where she is trying to grow up faster than she should.”
     “I can’t wait for that,” the man said, rolling his eyes as he came alongside of his wife.
     “Oh, yes you can,” his wife refuted as she reached over and hit the number two on the console next to her. “When they’re sixteen and wanting to go on dates with boys, you will be sitting at the kitchen table having a heart attack.”
     Her husband chuckled as he looked over at Kara. “That’s what shotguns and shovels are for, darling.”
     All three adults chuckled with laughter as the two girls continued to try and pull at each other’s long dark braids.
     A few moments of awkward silence passed, and Kara observed the girls as she tried to occupy her thoughts. Both girls had their mother’s smooth white skin and heart-shaped face. She smiled as she thought of her daughter back at home, struggling with her math homework.
     The elevator doors opened and the girls immediately bolted down the hotel corridor. Their mother gave Kara one last fleeting glance and took off after her children.
     “Good luck,” Kara commented as she watched their weary father slowly make his way from the elevator car, his arms loaded down with shopping bags.
      “Yeah,” the man said as he nodded to Kara. “I’m gonna need it.”
      Relieved to finally be alone in the elevator, Kara’s thoughts began to stray from the exuberant family she had met to the man waiting for her on the fifth floor. She reflected back to their first meeting.
      “I’m not talking about a quiet dinner and some hand holding,” he had said to her as he put her business card in his jacket pocket the night of the fundraiser.
     “I’m not looking for any hand holding, Scott.”
     “How refreshing,” he had whispered, right before he leaned forward and let his lips graze her cheek.
     The feel of his lips against her skin still burned.
     The opening of the elevator doors snapped Kara back to the present. She gazed down the corridor decorated with pale yellow carpeting and portraits of old New Orleans on the walls. She then placed her hand against her stomach and swallowed hard.
     “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbled.
     She stepped from the elevator car and slowly made her way down the hall, anxiously eyeing the room numbers on the doors as she went. As the numbers climbed closer to the one she was searching for, Kara felt her heart begin to race. His voice popped into her head as she remembered when they had made arrangements to meet.
     “I have made reservations at the St. Charles Hotel for Tuesday night,” he had said to her over the phone a few days before. “Don’t disappoint me, Kara.”
     “And what makes you think I will join you at the hotel, Scott?”
     “Because I know what I saw in your eyes at the party. I know what I felt from you. We’re both adults, so let’s not pretend this is something other than lust. I don’t want to wine you and dine you into bed, and I don’t think you want that from me either. There’s nothing wrong with wanting me, Kara. I believe sex between two people can be a lot more fulfilling when they don’t try to make it out to be something other than what it is.”
     “How predictable to hear such words from a man,” she had said into her cell phone.
     Scott had laughed on the other end of the line. “Being male has got nothing to do with this. Admit it. You’re thinking the same way, Kara. I’ll see you Tuesday night.”              
     Kara shook her head, dismissing her memories as she made her way down the hotel corridor. This was a mistake, she reasoned. But just when Kara was about to turn around and head back home, she found herself standing in front of suite 5659.  
     Her heart was pounding in her throat as she stared at the black numbers on the door.     Kara raised her hand and held it just in front of the door for several seconds before finally knocking. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, fighting back the panic swirling around inside of her gut.
     “You’re here,” a deep voice said in front of her.
     Kara opened her eyes and beheld Scott Ellsworth’s handsome face. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of gray slacks. His dark, wavy hair looked a bit disheveled, as if he too had been anxiously weighing the pros and cons of their meeting. His deep-set gray eyes gazed up and down her slim figure.
     “I wasn’t sure you would come,” he admitted as he stood back from the door.
     “I told you on the phone I would be here.”
     Kara walked into the suite and took in the finely decorated living area. To her right she spied a gold sofa, coffee table, and two matching gold and mahogany chairs. Beyond the living room, there was a small bar with a sink and mini refrigerator. Placed atop the bar were two crystal flutes, with a silver ice bucket sitting between them. In the bucket was an open bottle of Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame.
     She turned back to Scott. “Champagne?” She raised one blond eyebrow. “That’s rather cheesy, don’t you think?”
     Scott closed the door. “I figured it would help get you in the mood.”
     Kara tossed her black purse onto the couch. “In the mood?” Kara arched one eyebrow as she walked up to him. “That’s what foreplay is for, isn’t it?”
     Scott put his arm about her slim waist. “So, am I to skip all of my well-planned seduction material and just get right to it then? That’s rather a lot of pressure to put on a man, Kara.”
     Kara gracefully ran her hands up his white shirt. “I thought you were the kind of man who worked better under pressure.”
     Scott grinned. “Yes, I am.”

 

Welcome Alexandrea! Thanks for coming on my blog and agreeing to answer some questions to help us find out more about you.  How did you make the decision to become a writer?
 

I don’t think I had a choice really. It was something I started to do at the age of eight. Putting words on paper that imparted the emotion I was feeling at the time just seemed like something natural to me. I began with poetry, moved on to short stories, but because of my career demands in nursing did not write my first novel until I was in my thirties.
 

What inspires you to write?
 

Anything from a turn of a phrase, to a friend’s complicated life. Stories come from everywhere, but I guess it is the people mostly. Ones that I have met, or know, who have lived through an experience, or made certain decisions that defines who they are. I like to take those individuals and put them to paper. Good or bad, they make for interesting stories.  

 

Do your characters come first or the does the plot come first?’

Characters come as I write them and many times so does the plot. I have an idea for or story or see the end, but never the whole book. Honestly, as I write the story develops.
 

How did you come up with Diary of a One-Night Stand?

It’s based on the true story of a friend of mine. Many people are turned off by the subject of infidelity and the main character’s (Kara) way of handling the situation, but what happens in the book is a very common scenario in today’s world. I wanted to share a story of a woman attaining a certain age and making some very bad decisions, but in the end she learns that what she had was better than what she ended up with. The grass is always greener concept can be applied to any situation, including marriages. I guess you can equate the story to a female mid-life crisis, where Kara learns to appreciate what she has and grows from her mistakes.
 

What other books do you have out?


My Nicci Beauvoir series is a romantic suspense tale set in New Orleans about one woman’s journey through love, loss, betrayal, with a whole lot of intrigue thrown in. To My Senses, is the first book in the series, followed by Recovery, and then the final book is Sacrifice. I also have a character from the Nicci Beauvoir series branching out into his own adventures in the Dallas August books, starting with TheSecret Brokers. In addition, I have released a book dear to my heart about wildlife rehabbing and overcoming tragedy in the novel Broken Wings. It is a love story filled with some warm and fuzzy creatures, human and animal, sure to stir the heart.
 
 
 
 
 

What future works are you working on?

My next novel is called Acadian Waltz, a contemporary romance set in the swamps of Cajun country. It is the story of a woman who takes up with the “perfect” man to please her overbearing mother, but discovers the “right” guy is really an old family friend she thought she always despised. There is romance, intrigue and some wonderful characters. My next two books after Acadian Waltz will be paranormal romances. The Satyr’s Curse is due out in early 2013. The Ghosts of Rue Dumaine will be out in Summer 2013.




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Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Her popular second novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for best romantic suspense from The Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, was named best Romantic Suspense novel by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book Awards, and was a Finalist in the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Wards in 2012. Her fourth novel, Broken Wings, won best Contemporary Romance by the NABE Pinnacle Book Awards in 2011, and is a finalist in the Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary Romance in 2012. Her sixth novel, Diary of a One-Night Stand, was released in August 2012. A permitted wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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3 comments:

sherrillgill83@yahoo.com said...

I would love to win this...awesome giveaway, thanks!

Goldenmane said...

Great interview and a marvelous title. I definitely must read this!

Paula Myers said...

Sounds like a really good book!