Out of Time by Shona Husk
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Author Bio:
Shona Husk lives in Western
Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively
imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she
discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back.
With over forty published stories, ranging from
sensual to scorching, she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi
romance. Her latest release is Out of Time, a Fremantle set rock star story.
Questions for Authors
What are your current projects?
I’m working on a new
sci-fi romance series, book 1 is Desire to Fall and it will be out later this
year. I also have a fantasy romance and another contemporary romance in the
works.
Do you have a favorite heroine/hero from one of
your books? If so, who?
I tend to fall for
whichever hero I’m currently writing.
What kind of research do you do for your books?
It depends on the story.
Sometimes it location, sometimes it’s a profession, or an illness or an injury.
I’ve researched dead civilizations, mythology, different wing structures. I
also research stuff that interests me because I believe that it’s important to
keep learning.
What is your favorite
Genre and why?
I love writing romance. It doesn’t matter how dark the story
gets there is still hope and the characters will make it through. It’s that
journey that makes the story exciting.
Do you prefer to
write alone or do you like to collaborate with other authors?
Most of my stories I write alone. However I have done
several collaborations and they are always fun. There is something about being
in a shared world that makes it more real. For the ES Siren series I worked
with Mel Teshco and Denise Rossetti and we each wrote 3 books in the 9 book
series. I’ve also worked on two Secret Confession mini-series (Sydney
Housewives and Backstage).
Do you ever get
writer’s block? If so, how do you get through it?
If I get stuck on a story I have usually taken a wrong turn,
or I’ve written a great scene but it doesn’t belong where it is because the
characters weren’t ready. I find that going back to my plotting notes helps me
get back on track. I also believe in continuing to write and stay in the story.
So I might jump to a scene that is clear in my head, knowing that I will have
to adjust it when I write up to that part in the story. It helps to keep the
flow happening.
Everyone uses
computers, tablets, phones and no one uses handwritten form or typewriters,
what do you prefer to use?
I have an antique type writer, but I don’t use it. I do all
my plotting with pen and paper. All my brainstorming and note taking too. There
is something more freeing and creative about being able to scribble away. I use
a computer for actually writing the story though.
Is there a ritual you
do every time before you begin your book?
Before I start writing I take the time to get to know my
characters. I have a baby name book and a plotting chart that I like to work
with. It can take me anywhere from two days to 2 weeks to come up with
characters and an outline that I am happy with depending on how complex the
story is. I can’t just open up my laptop and write I need a plan.
What do you do when
you finish your book and turn it in to the editor?
Plan the next one!
Out of Time
The fabulous New
Adult series from Shona Husk continues: he wants to shut out the world; she
wants to invite it in…
Mike Peterson has learned the hard way that the good really do die
young. He and his mum only have each other, and now she’s losing her second
battle with cancer. He wants to stay with her; she wants him to keep following
his dreams. He doesn’t have long to decide and the rest of the band is waiting
on him. Whatever choice he makes, he will lose.
Living at home has become impossible for Ava Brand. Her very religious,
very traditional grandmother would like to see her married off to a nice Indian
boy. But Ava wants to make her own choices. Meeting Mike gives her a chance to
rebel.
What starts off as easy rapidly becomes complicated, as their problems
expand and emotions bubble to the surface. Neither has time for complicated, as
Ava’s family discovers her extra-curricular activities and Mike has to make
incredibly hard choices. But love never waits for the perfect time, and Mike
and Ava are going to have to decide if they’re playing for fun, or playing for
keeps.
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About the author:
Shona Husk lives in Western
Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination
she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered
romance novels and hasn’t looked back.
With over forty published stories, ranging from sensual to scorching,
she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi romance.
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Blurb:
The fabulous New Adult
series from Shona Husk continues: he wants to shut out the world; she wants to
invite it in…
Mike Peterson has learned the hard way that the good really do die young. He and his mum only have each other, and now she’s losing her second battle with cancer. He wants to stay with her; she wants him to keep following his dreams. He doesn’t have long to decide and the rest of the band is waiting on him. Whatever choice he makes, he will lose.
Living at home has become impossible for Ava Brand. Her very religious, very traditional grandmother would like to see her married off to a nice Indian boy. But Ava wants to make her own choices. Meeting Mike gives her a chance to rebel.
What starts off as easy rapidly becomes complicated, as their problems expand and emotions bubble to the surface. Neither has time for complicated, as Ava’s family discovers her extra-curricular activities and Mike has to make incredibly hard choices. But love never waits for the perfect time, and Mike and Ava are going to have to decide if they’re playing for fun, or playing for keeps.
Mike Peterson has learned the hard way that the good really do die young. He and his mum only have each other, and now she’s losing her second battle with cancer. He wants to stay with her; she wants him to keep following his dreams. He doesn’t have long to decide and the rest of the band is waiting on him. Whatever choice he makes, he will lose.
Living at home has become impossible for Ava Brand. Her very religious, very traditional grandmother would like to see her married off to a nice Indian boy. But Ava wants to make her own choices. Meeting Mike gives her a chance to rebel.
What starts off as easy rapidly becomes complicated, as their problems expand and emotions bubble to the surface. Neither has time for complicated, as Ava’s family discovers her extra-curricular activities and Mike has to make incredibly hard choices. But love never waits for the perfect time, and Mike and Ava are going to have to decide if they’re playing for fun, or playing for keeps.
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‘I don’t know why I texted you.’ Her lips curved into
a small smile before she pinched her lower lip between her teeth, as if to stop
it from spreading. ‘I just wanted to get out and thought that if you were close
by …’
‘And here I am.’ This wasn’t awkward at all. What were
they doing?
She nodded and her gaze skimmed over him. ‘And here
you are.’ She took a step closer.
He could reach out and touch her, yet he didn’t. He
hadn’t been this hesitant in a very long time. But Ava wasn’t some random chick
whose name he didn’t know or couldn’t remember. Her name was etched inside his
skull. ‘Did you want to go for a walk?’
‘Why not.’ She flicked him another little smile.
Why not indeed, he wasn’t sure what else they were
going to do. This was outside their usual activities. They walked down the road
a bit toward the foreshore. He was aware of her arm when it brushed his. And
while they had sat close after a ride, this felt different.
How different did he want it?
He wasn’t sure. He liked what they had and that they
could talk and there were no complications. But his fingers brushed her hand
and then her fingers were linking with his and then they were holding hands
before they reached the grassed foreshore.
Around them people moved, walking from wherever they’d
parked their car or jumped off the bus. She wouldn’t want to be down here when
the show started, not when she could be watching from her balcony with her
friends, plus they’d wonder where she was. He glanced back up the road toward
the hotel.
‘Guess I should go back.’ She didn’t sound entirely
convinced.
‘I’ll walk you.’ He didn’t care if he missed the whole
thing. They went back the way they’d come.
They were almost there when she stopped. In that
heartbeat, he knew this was about to get complicated and he wasn’t going to do
a damn thing to stop it. He’d wanted her the first time he’d seen her. The heat
of the evening was on his skin and her touch was under his skin.
If she invited him up, he’d follow.
Fuck. He had no condoms.
Maybe she did … but the thought brought him up short.
He liked her. He didn’t just want to sleep with her. If he did that, then what
happened next? Did they go back to just being friends … is that what had been
happening, or had she wanted more from the start?
It was complicated already. He’d been pretending
otherwise because Ava was a very pretty distraction.
A quick screw never brought this headache, neither had
making love with a girlfriend. He wasn’t sure he remembered how to do that. It
had been too long.
She looked up at him and stepped closer. ‘I remembered
why I texted you.’
‘Uh-huh.’ He’d kind of got that. He was sure his heart
was about to self-destruct in a frenzy of lust and anticipation.
He put his hand on her waist. He knew she was all
lithe muscle. Her riding gear had given him plenty to think about in the
shower. She probably wouldn’t find that flattering. After giving her a moment
to pull away—she didn’t—he drew her a fraction closer.
Neither of them moved. Her lips were tilted up, and
her fingers were locked around his. He drew in a breath. If he crossed the
line, he wouldn’t be able to uncross it. He didn’t need this. His life was a
mess that he couldn’t afford to screw up further. His dick pulsed. It had only
been a month, not even a full month. It wasn’t going to drop off if it didn’t
get used.
‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.
Any resistance he’d had was shattered by those two
words. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. All other thoughts
melting away.
She wanted him and he needed her. But he didn’t rush
the kiss and neither did she. It slowly deepened from first kiss to more. Her
free hand slid over his chest to land on his shoulder. He closed the last few
centimetres between them.
Still she didn’t pull away.
There were too many people around to do more here. But
he moved against her, leaving no doubt about what he was thinking. She gasped
then swayed her hips.
He wanted to pick her up and have her against the
nearest wall—which had been his first thought the first time he’d seen her. Her
hotel was only metres away. He was pathetic, drawing boundaries, only to ignore
them when he changed his mind.
Her tongue found his ring. Then her teeth gave it a
gentle tug. She gave a little laugh as he growled.
‘You like that one?’
‘Mmm. Do you have any more?’
No, he didn’t, and this is where things usually took a
dive. But he wasn’t drunk and neither was she. And they weren’t strangers. But
he didn’t want to give up all his secrets too soon. ‘Maybe, maybe not.’
She was still pressed against him. Her body moulding
to his. She reached up and took another kiss. ‘Guess I’ll have to wait to find
out.’
Her fingers slid free from his and then she was
drifting out of reach. She took a couple more steps back, her eyes still on
him.
He covered the distance in a few quick strides. Kissed
her again. Harder this time; then drew back, knowing there wasn’t going to be
anymore tonight. It was better this way. No sex to make a mess of things. It
was fairly obvious that it was on both their minds. ‘Enjoy the fireworks.’
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