Tell us about your current release.
COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE—a paranormal romantic suspense—is a redemption story about a scarred hero and a cautious heroine on a dangerous quest who must learn to forgive themselves, move beyond the past, and believe they’re worthy of love and scorching desire.
What does your significant other and family think of your writing career?
My husband is thrilled to be my research buddy (*snort*), and everyone else in my family is ridiculously proud—even my husband’s grandmother who believes I write “smut.” LOL.
How do you describe your writing style?
Hmm…emotionally complex with little pockets of sunshine because we all need a space to breathe (and heavy breathe!). I don’t consider myself a thriller writer because of the toe-curling sex and little spots of funny. :)
What makes you happy?
Being with my family, reaching my goals, laughing with my children, Zumba.
Say your publisher has offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book, where would you most likely want to go?
Somewhere warm by the ocean. Coastal Malaysia and Fiji sound dreamy. Sand in my toes and sun on my face. Beautiful scenery and crystalline water.
Use no more than two sentences. Why should we read your book?
Read it for Zack and Sloane’s intense relationship which is forged on trust and shared vulnerability. And read it because of the rich subtext of the story…because the best yarns always have more going on underneath the surface action.
Entice us, what future projects are you considering?
I’m currently working on a sexy paranormal romantic suspense proposal for a series of books set in western ND that follows an estranged group of cowboys, cowgirls, and reluctant outsiders as they try to work through their explosive conflicts in order to return a violent wraith to her resting place. But she’s got a big-time score to settle, other spirits to call upon…and nothing to lose.
What are your hero and heroine of the story like?
Sloane projects a very different aura on the outside than she actually feels. She’s tormented by guilt, and while she’s managed to be successful at her career, she feels an inner desperation to atone that has her making decisions that aren’t always the best for her. To almost everyone, she seems put together and settled. And she doesn’t let too many people dig beneath that façade. Then she meets Zack.
Lone-wolf, quiet, with an edge carefully cultivated to keep people at a distance, Zack tells himself he doesn’t give a shit what people think, but he’s fooling himself. He never knew what it felt like to “belong” until his mentor came along, and when he died, Zack’s crushing guilt only makes his walls grow taller. But being a protector is hard-wired into his genes just as dominantly as his broad shoulders and sexy green eyes, so when the woman he can’t stop thinking about finds herself in the cross-hairs of a dangerous web of deceit, he doesn’t hesitate to put himself in the line of fire to save her.
A huge thanks to Laurie for having me today, and thanks to you visitors for sharing part of your day with me!
And now it’s your turn…I’d like to know what story themes or tropes you’d like to read more of. Woman in jeopardy? Old flames? Something completely outside the box? Anything goes here.
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About Misty DietzMisty’s love affair with words started in middle school when she penned dark stories set in exotic locales she knew nothing about. In college, her boy-angst spilled over into disturbing reams of poetry. After grad school, real life hit, and the writing went into hibernation until she found her own happily-ever-after with an ultra linear man who is the long-suffering counter-balance to her zig-zagging tendencies. Now, she spends her days writing emotionally complex, adrenaline-fueled stories, teaching Zumba, and praying her children don’t come home with math homework.
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About Come Hell or High DesireTorn between dangerous desires…
Framed for a series of brutal murders, rebel-turned-CEO Zack Goldman must go to ground. When he discovers that sexy boutique owner Sloane Swift has a shocking gift—terrifying visions that connect her to his mentor’s missing daughter—he can’t believe her refusal to help him. Nor can he believe he’s actually falling for the frustrating woman.
Their chemistry will either find its perfect equation…
Helping an accused killer ranks low on Sloane’s to-do list, no matter how hot the attraction burns between them. But putting to rest her overwhelming guilt over the missing girl’s fate proves more difficult than she ever imagined…that is, until her heart and conscience begin to align.
…or detonate everything in its path.
As the real killer locks in on Sloane, Zack will stop at nothing to keep her safe. And as they earn each other’s trust—with danger in hot pursuit—they may just lose their hearts in the process…
Her fingernails suddenly raked at her skull. “Lord! I almost forgot. We have to go back to Ann’s. She has a diary!”
He swerved into an empty parking lot and swiveled to face her, blood pounding in his ears. “What are you talking about?”
“Ann keeps a diary. We have to find it.”
“You’re just telling me this now? You should have goddamn said something right away!”
“Don’t you dare curse at me like that, you seismic jackass!”
He had to get out. He flung the truck door open and strode onto the cracked asphalt. Her door slammed shut moments later, and within seconds she was wagging a finger in his face. “And don’t you walk away from me, either!”
“Then don’t be such a damn shrew.”
Color flooded over her cheekbones seconds before she punched him in the gut. Hard. An ancient fire lit up his nerve circuits and adrenaline had him widening his stance. His heart gunned.
His groin tightened.
And she was still shrill.
“I’m not a shrew! How am I supposed to act in a situation like this? You think I’m enjoying this? I hate it! But unfortunately I have a conscience which would haunt me for the rest of my life if I don’t follow this through until we have some answers. You came to me and wanted to rule out the church first. Then with everything that happened, I forgot about the diary until right now. That clear enough for you, you—”
Clear enough, honey.
He vised her head between his palms and kissed her. He hadn’t meant to, but the moment her mouth opened to his, he was lost. Not breaking contact with her mouth, he wrapped one arm around her, his hand splaying across her ass, locking her hips against him. Her hands were in his hair, her hips grinding, driving him crazy. They feasted on each other’s mouth, tongues dueling, daring, seeking. He felt her fingers between their bodies, slipping underneath the waistband of his jeans, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Her fingernail scraped his abs and he groaned. She leaned away from his mouth, her eyes dead sexy. Liquid brown. He was gonna—
A car horn blew, jerking him back to life. Back to the parking lot. He looked over to see a man in a black minivan at a stoplight giving them the thumbs up. He honked twice more, waved, and drove on.
Sloane burst into a fit of laughter that quickly dissolved into tears.
And that clinched it. He’d woken up this morning in some creepy-assed Twilight Zone.