I’m
pleased to welcome Brett “Hot Rod” Harris
from Everything his Heart Desires,
Book Two of the Love Heals All series, by Patricia Preston.
RW: What’s your story/back story? Why would
someone come up with a story about YOU?
HR: My name’s Brett Harris, nickname Hot
Rod. I’m a lot of fun. I’m confident, ambitious, smart, flirty. Totally Type A.
I’m a cardiologist and I collect muscle cars. Girls dig that I’m a doctor. Guys
envy my cars.
RW: Can you tell us about your heroine
HR: Natalie was once my lab partner in high
school. The Cutest Girl in Class. She drove me nuts back then. I picked on her
a lot and she dumped a bowl of banana pudding on my head once. She considers me
an asshole. Of course, I kinda had a secret crush on her but she was the rich
girl who was out of reach for me. And, yes, I was an asshole, but I was seventeen
back then.
RW: What problems do you have to face and
overcome in your life?
HR: I have overcome a lot. I grew up on
Trinity Road, the rough side of town. Nothing good ever came from Trinity Road.
I never knew who my father was, and my mother didn’t want me so my uncle, who
owned an auto repair shop, raised me. I was determined to do better, to make
something of myself. What I really want now is to become head of the cardiology
department. But the hospital CEO thinks I’m an asshole.
RW: Do you expect your heroine to help or is
she the problem?
HR: She’s
supposed to help. That’s the deal we’ve got going. But having Natalie in my
life is creating problems. She’s changed a lot and I’m getting really hung up
on her. Even worse than in high school.
RW: Where
do you live?
HR: Lafayette
Falls, Tennessee.
RW: During
what time period does your story take place?
HR: The
current time period.
RW: How
are you coping with the conflict in your life?
HR: I’ve
never been a loser so I’m not giving up. I never quit or give up. That’s not in
my DNA.
RW: If money were not an object, where would you
most like to live?
HR: I’m happy in Lafayette Falls, but I could handle a tropical
island.
RW: Are you in control of your author or does she
control you?
HR: I’m definitely in control. That’s just me. I think I’m her
favorite out of all the heroes in her stories. She has a special place in her
heart for me.
RW: You’re always ready for—
HR: I’m always ready for a drive in one of my muscle cars: Rhonda
the Roadrunner, Cathy the Camaro, Molly the Mustang, Farrah the Firebird. They
are my girls. Hey, they even put a ’65 Mustang on the book cover. That’s what I’m
talking about.
RW: That’s
all the questions we have for you. Thank you for speaking to us.
HR: Thanks for having me and I hope you’ll enjoy my story. It’s
sexy and fun (like me), and it even has a thug cat in it named Pharaoh. He
belongs to Natalie’s thug grandmother, Anna. I have a rough time in this story.
RW: Speaking
as a grandma with granddaughters old enough to date, I only turn into a thug
when guys mistreat my girls. And cats are sensitive to who’s good and who isn’t.
Are you sure you’ve reformed? I’d
like to introduce you to Tinkerbelle and Acey and see what they think. I’m fairly sure I have photos of them in the sidebar.
Say Hi to Brett in the
comments and you’ll be entered in a drawing to win Everything his Heart
Desires available in Jan 2017. You can meet Brett in Book 1, One Week in his
Arms, available Sept 2016.
Your Bio:
Patricia Preston writes
witty mainstream romances. You are her reader if you like fun, passionate,
feel-good reads. She is currently writing contemporary romance for Kensington’s
Lyrical Shine imprint and she is represented by the Seymour Agency. Her awards
include the William Faulkner Award for Short Fiction, the Lone Star Writing Competition for Historical Romance,
and Harlequin’s World’s Best Romances Short Story Competition, and her short
Southern comedies have made the Amazon best seller list in Comedy. Her current
project, Love Heals All series, is set in a fictional Tennessee town,
Lafayette Falls, south of Nashville where romance causes havoc, heartache, and
humor for a cast of unsuspecting doctors until they realize love heals all.
Must haves in her
writing cave include sweet tea, epic music, and plenty of notebooks. Besides
writing, she loves music, history, photography, clearance sales, and anything
containing chocolate. Her dream-come-true home would be a townhouse in the
French Quarter.
ONE WEEK IN HIS ARMS
THE PLOT
The man most likely to
drive her crazy…
Growing up in Lafayette
Falls, senator’s daughter Natalie Layton hid her sorrows behind a bright smile
that charmed everyone in high school—except Brett Harris. Hardworking and
highly motivated, Brett dismissed Natalie as a slacker. Instead, she’s become
an acclaimed photographer. And when Brett, now a successful cardiologist, needs
her family’s help to secure a coveted position, Natalie’s more than happy to
prescribe a little payback.
Hailing from the wrong
side of the tracks, Brett believed he could never win the school’s popular
princess. Now he’s intrigued by the complex and compassionate woman Natalie’s
become. Gaining her grandmother’s goodwill is the key to becoming chief
cardiologist—and Natalie has no intention of making it easy. But as mutual
mistrust gives way to pure chemistry, there’s more at stake than either ever
expected—and much more to learn about matters of the heart.
Excerpt:
The elevator hydraulics
sighed as the door closed. He glanced toward her. She looked directly at him
and smiled. Her face went perfectly with her lean body and stylish clothes. She
had full lips painted a soft mauve color, a straight nose, and bold blue eyes
that sparkled like sapphires as she pinned him with a gaze that would have
fired up the pistons in any man.
She was fine, and he
was available. So there you go.
“I’ve heard we’re going
to have great weather this weekend,” he said, throwing some bait her way. He
tapped the elevator handrail. For the first time ever, he wished the elevator
would move a little slower.
She batted those baby
blues at him. “There’s a storm coming.”
A storm? He had watched
the weather report on TV before he left his house. Sunny autumn weekend, high
in the seventies, no rain. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, I’m fairly certain
of it,” she insisted with a swift lowering of her lashes. She had a breathy
voice with a slight lilt. She didn’t sound local. Her accent was cosmopolitan
like a newscaster’s. No regional drawl.
She flashed him a
tempestuous smile. “I love storms. Thunder and lightning can be very sexy at
night.”
Whoa. Damn. He raked
back his dark hair. The elevator passed the fourth floor. With his motor
running, he cut his eyes toward her, and she didn’t shy away from direct eye
contact. She gave him the once-over as if she were sizing him up. Then she wet
her lips. Kinda like she was silently saying, I’m great at oral sex.
I love bad girls! If he had been a Christmas tree, every light on
him would have been glowing. Where had she been all his life?
Contacts:
Website: www.patricia-preston.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/pat_preston
Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Preston/e/B0060DJ5W0
Buy Links Everything his Heart Desires:
Buy Links One Week in
Your Arms:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1SCo3li
Thanks for having Brett over today!!!
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