Book & Author Details:
Inevitable by Inger Iversen
(A Love and War)
Publication date: February 28th 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
(A Love and War)
Publication date: February 28th 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
These DO NOT NEED to be read in any order
I crashed and opened my eyes . . . there you were, fierce and protective, and I knew . . . I just knew it was you all along.
Ex-Marine Trent Reed has been shot at, in a coma, and placed in war zones, but when his best friend calls in a favor, he is faced with the most dangerous situation yet—to be the best man. Trent’s turbulent past with races other than his own taints his view on the interracial marriage, and he’s none too happy to deal with the ill-tempered maid of honor. To accept the position means understanding that his friend is soon to be out of his life—for good.
Tough-girl Teal Lofton has struggled all of her adult life, from her weight to the color of her skin holding her back in work and love. When she agrees to be the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding, a hormonal bride and a jerk of a best man who she is strangely, yet wildly, attracted to, amplify those struggles.
As tensions and tempers rise, Trent disappears with the wedding rings and Teal braves a snowstorm to bring them back, determined to fix yet another problem. But a tragic accident brings together the unlikely pair, forcing them to face the prejudices of their pasts. In doing so, Trent and Teal embark on an inevitable course of self-discovery and passion like they’ve never experienced before—until a secret from Trent’s past threatens to destroy it all.
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She gave him a half smirk. “Why you,
of course. You are the reason I came
out here in the first place.” Damn if she didn’t wish she wasn’t lying on the
floor, but so close to the fire had made her shivers slow down considerably,
allowing her to form full sentences.
He scoffed. “Of course you would! I
didn’t ask you to come the fuck out here. You crashed into the truck, not me.”
Trent threw his hands in the air. “Shit, if you don’t want me to check you, I
won’t. But if you bleed to death internally, don’t fucking blame me.” He stood
and lumbered away while she fumbled with her one good hand to get the pillow
and strap from around her neck.
Reason told Teal to be grateful for
what he and the two strangers had done for her, but the other part—the part she
wasn’t so proud of—wanted to slam it in his face that this whole scenario was
his fault.
After removing the crap from around
her neck, she took a moment to catch her breath. Her body ached all over and
she wanted to ask Trent for those pain pills, but first she needed to assess
her situation.
Teal fought to just sit up. Feeling
her body for broken bones, she realized she really had no clue what to look
for. What did a broken bone feel like other than pain? She covertly glanced up
at Trent and spied him eyeing her with a disinterested look on his face. Well, fuck you too, dickwad.
When her hand made it to her knee she
winced. She pulled the dress up to see it was swollen and turning purple. It
would be impossible to get up and look for ice. “Shit,” she whispered. As much
as she didn’t like it, she had a choice.
She could sit there, silently stewing
in pain and wait for the neighbors to come back, or she could ask Trent for
help after she’d already pushed him away. Holding her swelling wrist she leaned
her head back, supporting it against the wall and closed her eyes. She
considered herself capable and strong, but each person had a breaking point and
hers was fast approaching.
Taking deep, calming breaths pacified
her a bit and reassured her that nothing was broken, at least not in her chest.
A cold sensation made her jump and when she opened her eyes, Trent’s hand
placed a towel filled with snow on her knee. She hadn’t even heard him go
outside.
“Thanks,” she choked out as he stood
and walked away. Teal gathered the towel and gently held it to her knee. Trent
walked back to his spot and leaned against the wall. “When are those two people
coming back?” she questioned.
“Why?” he asked sharply. “You don’t
trust me to take care of you?” His arms folded over his massive chest and that
frown she hated graced his lips.
“No, I don’t,” she hissed. “I don’t
know you and from what I hear, you aren’t too fond of people like me, so excuse
me if I want to make sure I get proper help until real help arrives and not
this shit you are doing.” She pointed to him, meaning the fact that he was all
the way on the other side of the room.
Trent let loose a bark of laughter.
“Yeah, well out there you couldn’t let go of my fucking hand. If you want, I
can pick your ass up and place you right next door with Lee and Dana. I got
this cabin to stay away from people, not bunk with them. And I definitely don’t
need your shit.”
She called his bluff or at least she
hoped it was a bluff. “Fine, take me over there.” She lifted her arms like a
child who wanted to be picked up. “Since my presence offends you so damned much
that you have to stay on the other side of the fucking room, then please, by
all means, do yourself a favor and get rid of me!”
When he moved forward, Teal braced
herself. If that man so much as tried to pick her up, she would use her good
hand to ring his balls right off his body. Trent side-stepped her swatting hand
and scooped her up.
“So much for worrying if I had a neck
injury!” she yelped. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay on the floor
with him on the other side of the room. Teal
wouldn’t admit her regret. If Trent dumped her out in the snow, so be it. I am not about to—
The thought died in her head when he
sat her gently on the bed.
“You don’t have a neck injury. Looks
like your wrist is sprained and your knee is bruised maybe worse. Since I can’t
check you for anything else, I’ll just assume your fine. If you die, I’ll tell
Logan it was by your choice.” He picked the covers up from the floor and
cleaned the mess that was her previous spot. “Logan would skin me alive if I
left you to that couple. Though I am more than tempted to do it.”
He glanced back at Teal and at that
moment she took stock of his face. There was swelling from Logan’s fist, but
now he had scratches on his face along with a bruised cheek. What the hell had
happened out there and why did he look as bad as she did when she was the one
who’d crashed?
She stopped adjusting herself on the
bed and raised a brow. “I’m supposed to believe you care about Logan’s opinion?
You don’t even care that he loves the woman he is about to marry. You tried to
ruin his happiness. What kind of friend does that?” Her lip curled in
satisfaction when he frowned.
“She’s a liar,” he said, as if it were
common knowledge.
“Watch what the fuck you say about
her,” Teal warned. She was in no position to warn him about shit, but that
didn’t stop her. There was no way this guy was going to talk shit about her
friend.
He raised his hands in mock defense
yet his lips held a devilish smirk. “Hey, I’m just callin’ it like I see it.
She got knocked up and then didn’t tell him about it. Omission of the truth is
a lie, do you not agree?”
Okay, well he had her there. She had a
good ass comeback too, but it wasn’t Teal’s place to tell him Katie’s reasons
for anything. “Whatever, man. I’m not going to argue about something you know
nothing about.” Teal leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes to ignore
Trent’s smirk and the growing aches in her body.
Fine, he thought he had her. But it
seemed she knew more about what was going on between Katie and Logan than Trent
did. She guessed that made sense since Trent was so against this union in the
first place.
Teal wondered if Katie’s race was the
only reason Trent didn’t want to see the two married. She thought back to the
words Trent could have used, the words he must have used before if he was a
racist, but he hadn’t used any derogatory terms since he’d arrived. It was
clear there was more going on with this man then she first thought, and Teal
was a bit intrigued.
“That’s normally how it works with you
guys.”
She cracked a lid to see him still on
the opposite side of the room as her. “You mean black people.” There was no
inflection to her voice. She hadn’t meant it as a question.
“Fuck no.” Her eyes opened at that and
watched as he spoke. “I mean women.
Y’all wait until we are makin’ sense and then you say ‘whatever’ when you know
we’re right.”
She didn’t know what to say about that
so she didn’t say anything, knowing he’d take it as an admission of guilt.
Teal’s pain pushed her to ask for the meds. “What are those pills that lady
left?”
Trent looked over to the table.
“Percocet. You need some?” Teal nodded. “I need to set that sprain,” he added,
heading to the sink and pouring a glass of water. “Is it okay if I touch her
royal highness?”
She rolled her eyes at his statement.
Taking the pills when he handed them to her, she was about to put them to her
mouth when she paused. “I can’t take these without eating something first. You
got crackers or anything?”
Before she’d finished, Trent strode to
the counter and grabbed a bag of chips. “These work?” he asked, shoving the bag
at her.
“Yeah.” She took them and ate a few.
Trent grabbed his coat and shrugged it
on as she finished chewing. After carefully reading the bottle, she opened it,
poured one into her hand, and popped it into her mouth.
“Where are you going?” she probed just
as his hand touched the door knob. He froze, as if caught in the act.
“I’m going to thank Dana and Lee and
give them their stuff back.”
She eyed his other hand, spotting the
covers and sheets. Teal couldn’t quite figure Trent out. One second he was rude
and insulting and the next he was helpful and polite. He eyed her with an
inscrutable gaze before opening the door and exiting. Teal glanced around the
small cabin. Everything was tidy and neat, except where she’d been placed.
The cabin was more like a room with a
bathroom. Teal couldn’t see herself staying here much longer. Clean and neat be
damned, the door to the bathroom was missing. She’d be holding it for as long
as it took. A half wall shot up from the floor, hiding the toilet she spied
when Trent had carried her to the bed. Behind a smaller wall, sat a shower.
Teal sighed. “This is my hell,” she
muttered, laying back completely on the bed as she closed her eyes. The
medicine was taking hold and making her tired. Now that she was just about sure
she wasn’t bleeding internally or suffering from a massive head wound, rest
seemed less daunting. Actually, it seemed necessary as her eyes closed and she
started to drift.
Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.
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Author Interview
Welcome, tell us a little more about yourself?
A. My name is Kristen Anne Inger Iversen and I’m from
Virginia Beach. My day job is at a chainsaw factory! It’s sounds like hard
work, but it’s actually rather easy and fun.
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you
want to be?
A. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but when I was younger I
wanted to be a veterinarian!
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
A. It took FOREVER for me to actually change my job to Author.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
A. My publisher is CHBB, Crushing
Hearts and Black Butterfly. I LOVE this company! I also self-publish.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the
original idea to finishing writing it?
A. I’ve been writing for a couple years now, so I’ve gotten
faster. It takes about four to five months for me to finish the novel. Then you
add a month of editing and proofreading and I can finish a book in five to six
months.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a
different genre?
A. YES! I have a new Adult Contemporary Romance I am working
on soon! I can’t wait to release it.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You
listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
A. Normally when I write, I get my laptop and go outside
with my headphones. The most comfy place is in my bed, but when I’m there, my
cat always jumps on my laptop for nap.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
A. I love paranormal romance, but lately, I’ve been reading
a bunch of contemporary romances.
Next one my TBR list is The
Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 6
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place
or time. Where would you go and why?
A. I wouldn’t travel to the past. The past is where it
belongs in the past, but I would LOVE to visit the future!
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an
author?
A. Very simple: Never give up. Don’t listen to the haters.
Keep writing.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or
paperback?
A. Of course paperback, but e-books are more affordable
these days.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
A. I have a few, but I choose Kissed
by an Angel by Elizabeth Chandler.
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you
favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
A. Sure they do, but I am more of a Marvel fan than a books
to movie girl. I have to admit I loved Mocking Jay the movie!
I quit!
Self-Publishing Sucks!
Easy steps to make sure you never utter those words!
So, are you wondering why someone would say those words? Shout
em, scream em or even growl em? Do you think Amanda Hocking or Samantha Young
ever screamed those words in the middle of the night while they slaved over
HTML formatting, Smashwords Vetter errors or Createspace error messages? Or do
you think it was, ‘Like taking candy from a baby’?
Well, for me it had its ups and down and times where I
wanted to either go the traditional route or keeping writing as a hobby. I made
a list that may help you going forward in writing. I think it’s always nice to
offer advice because I had to learn some of these lessons the hard way.
Top 5 “Do’s
1. Finish your book.
Let’s
start with the first part, finish your book. Though that seems like a given, I
had some people tell me that I should send in a half-finished manuscript to an
editor. Apparently, that’s a major no-no
to some professional editors. If you
want help along the way the best option is to acquire some good beta readers. A
beta reader is someone who is interested in the book you are writing or books
in general, this person should be someone whose opinion and analytical skills
you trust, who reads the manuscript for you in order to help you find flow and
consistency errors. I got that advice from a fellow indie when I told him that
someone offered to beta-read my book for $150, I have also learned that most
betas offer their service for free.
2. Choose
the right editor.
There
are different editors for different edit jobs and trust me, the reader can tell
if you didn't choose the right one and they will rip you to shreds in the
review because of this. Luckily, I didn't suffer that fate and hired RA
Publishing to edit my novel. It was pricey, but worth it.
·
Developmental Editing
·
Substantive Editing
·
Copyediting
·
Proofreading
3. Hire
a professional to do a professional’s job.
Seriously,
I understand the cost of self-publishing can be outright ridiculous, but there
are some things that are better left to the professionals. Like: Editing and
Web Design. Granted, there are a few of us out there that are can do all of
these things alone, but if you can’t please look into hiring a professional. Most
custom cover wills cost you about $150, but some premades are as cheap as $40!!
I tried to create my own cover and all I learned from that experience was that Photoshop
hated me and was designed to make me look like a fool. Good job Photoshop!
4. Get an assistant
If you can afford one. They are
actually a great help!
5. Don’t take bad reviews
personal
Yea,
it’s a Don’t in my list of Do’s, but it’s very important to understand that not
everyone I going to love your book. Keep writing and enjoy it!!
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