Welcome to day two of the Getting to Know You Blog Hop. As I explained yesterday, I was chosen for this event by Vicki M. Taylor, http://vickimtaylor.blogspot.com, an author and blogger. She created this hop and made it happen for me along with other talented authors/bloggers.
There are an eclectic choice of bloggers for this hop and it will run from January 29, 2013 to February 1, 2013, so each day, I’ll be posting something more about myself as well as hopping to my fellow authors’ blogs. I’d like to thank Vicki for inviting me to join in this exciting experience!
Let’s get started on getting to know me.
What is your favorite book from childhood? Two of my favorites were The Little Red Hen and The Pokey Little Puppy. Another book that stands out in my memory is one called Pandas. My grandma used to read it to me when I stayed with her. I still have that book and have read it many times to my son. It makes me think of my grandma every time I read it.
Are the names of the characters in your novels important? Not really. I didn’t choose names to relay personality traits. I chose names that I liked and that I thought readers could relate to. My main focus when I created my characters was for the reader to relate to them. I wanted them to feel realistic. Naming them just sort of happened.
What’s your favorite fruit? Apples and strawberries are the best! My diabetes keeps me from eating the fruit I truly love though; bananas. When I was pregnant I couldn’t get enough of them. I’m surprised my son didn’t emerge from the womb hairy and scratching his behind like a monkey with the bunches of bananas I ingested.
Excerpt from my new novel “The Fine Line” (http://www.facebook.com/tracee.ford.thefineline.2013 and http://www.facebook.com/AuthorTraceeFord)
Matt left Robin to prepare for dinner. He sat at the bar on the main deck drinking a beer while he waited patiently. From the corner of his eye, he saw a woman making her way down a set of spiral stairs from the deck above him. Her features, soft and delicate, she wore a short teal cocktail dress. The straps were thick and the front gathered perfectly around the woman’s breasts. The shoes were teal opened toed 3 ½ inch heels with black accents. Her hair pulled back perfectly and twisted up with some wispy curls hanging around her face.
Finally, Matt realized this woman walking down the staircase belonged to him. Robin dazzled him. His heart beat just a little faster as he drank the rest of his beer
His pants tightened as he became aroused. The desire to take her into his arms, carry her to the cabin, and make love to her for hours nearly incapacitated him.
She smiled as her hand glided down the railing. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes as she stepped down in the heels, but still, she made it look effortless. He approached her and held out his arm.
“Shall we, M’Lady?” he asked chivalrously.
She nodded and smirked.
“You look quite dashing Dr. Gregory,” she said sweetly as she touched the lapel of his suit. He wore a charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and a red tie. He slicked his hair back and perfectly groomed his goatee.
After the sophisticated dinner, they walked the deck and took in the fresh salty air. With her heels in her hand, Robin felt more stable. Bare feet suited her better. A slight chill filled the air, so Matt lent her his suit coat.
“You look delicious,” he said as he held tight to her hand.
“Thank you.” Her cheeks flushed pink.
“Ahhh, there it is,” he said delightedly.
“You still have that affect on me,” she assured him.
They finally concluded the evening after dozens of walks on the decks. Robin took a relaxing bath and subsequently, wrapped in a towel, she walked from the bathroom into the state room where she saw Matt sitting up in bed asleep. His head leaned back against the wall, he had no shirt on. The light from the television reflected off of his smooth skin. The other lights in the room were low. The balcony door still stood open and the sound of waves against the boat provided the perfect atmosphere.
She stood for the longest time admiring him; how perfectly shaped his body still was. Her blood ran hot as she yearned to be close to him. She turned the television off and shut the balcony door. She walked to the bed and sat down. He didn’t stir.
Thank you for reading a bit about me and I’d like to introduce you to other authors along this hop. Their links are below: