It is my pleasure to welcome Cate Maters to THoR for the next four days.
A little wrong can make it rightDid you ever love someone despite everyone’s warnings and objections that “s/he’s all wrong for you!” I did. In fact, I married him! And this November, we’ll celebrate our 34th wedding anniversary. *grins*
Maybe that’s what inspired me to write Just the Right Amount of Wrong. I had been working on this story, off and on, for several years, and finally hit the right combination. The title came to me in a flash, and then I reassembled the story to fit in various elements – a Latino hero, an interesting story about an agricultural experiment in a small North Carolina town.
And so, Just the Right Amount of Wrong came together, hopefully in the right way, lol. It’s steamier than what I usually write – these two knew exactly what they wanted, and that was each other!
Here’s the blurb:
All wrong? That’s what Sara Mullaney’s parents always said about Ravelo Pena. She’s starting to believe it. After dumping her years ago, he’s back in town. And threatening to ruin her business plan designed to help local farmers. When he’s fired for trying to help her, she realizes he’s still the same old Rav. And she’s finding it hard to keep her hands off him. Can the right amount of wrong make the perfect combination?
And an excerpt:
He steered onto a gravel road that climbed a long hill. A blacktop driveway stretched toward a secluded A-frame log home. It could hardly be called a cabin. Its tall windows reached several stories high. A generous deck wrapped around it, with an opening for the stairs leading from the parking area. Sunlight poured through gaps in the clouds and through the branches of towering evergreens surrounding the house.
She felt her mouth gaping, and snapped it shut. “You live here?” His job must pay better than I thought.
“Yep, for now. Me and Frodo.”
“Your roommate’s a hobbit?” she deadpanned.
He pulled the keys from the ignition. “A cat, actually.”
Assessing the stairs ahead, she frowned. “But there are too many steps. You should have just taken me home.”
“You need to stay off that foot. Keep it propped up. You need me,” he said softly, “to take care of you.”
Right. Because he had a sudden protective urge? Probably brought on by his business proposition.
His smug smile as he climbed out irked her, but she couldn’t fault him for her injury. The blame lay squarely on herself. She’d always made an idiot out of herself around him. So focused on him, she couldn’t see where she was going. Just like today.
Just the Right Amount of Wrong is available on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Just-Right-Amount-Wrong-ebook/dp/B0050W9P9A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1305466976&sr=1-1
and Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/59805
You can see the Casting Call (who I envisioned in these roles, a very fun blog series I started), and read the first chapter on my blog. http://catemasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-right-amount-of-wrong-contemporary.html
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com, and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
Cate loves to hear from readers. Email her at: cate.masters AT gmail.com
