Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local college students and spends as much time as she can manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the mother of three young sons who spend most of their time trying to make her as crazy as possible.
Now as if this is not enough... Let me tease you with her upcoming release!
NAL Trade (April 6, 2010)
The “edgy and erotic” (Shannon McKenna, New York Times bestselling author of Tasting Fear) author of Tie Me Down and Full Exposure offers another steamy novel of sex, lies, and sultry games.
You can look, but you can’t touch…
Burned once too often, true crime writer Lacey Richards has sworn off love. Instead, she explores her deepest desires through her anonymous—and very provocative—blog. Anonymous, that is, until her dark and ultrasexy neighbor discovers her dirty secret.
Stockbrocker-turned-carpenter Byron Hawthorne gave up life in the fast lane, hoping to start over in a new city. When he learns his alluring neighbor is the one writing the sizzling blog that keeps him up all night, he can’t resist offering to fulfill her fantasies in the flesh. But Byron isn’t the only man provoked by Lacey’s writing. Now Lacey doesn’t know who she can trust—and who she can dare to tease.Okay... now enough with pleasantries... Let's get to down the nitty gritty!!!
Holy smoke... did you see that cover up there... Drool worthy ladies!
Tell us about your contest?!?!
I want to thank you for coming over to my place Ms. Tracy! I am tickled to have you here. I love the way you introduce yourself at your place, hope you don't mind that I used it here, =)!
You want to tell us a little about you that we did not learn from the above introduction?
I love action movies, hard rock, sparkly earrings and happy endings. I’m a Libra who takes forever to make up her mind about anything (too busy weighing both sides of the issue). I’ve got red hair and the temper to match, but I’d much rather laugh than get angry. And I’m happiest when I’m reading, writing or hanging out my three boys.
Is writing your full time job (besides your family) or do you work outside of the home?
I’m a writing and American Literature professor—though I now only teach part time so that I can write full-time.
If you work outside of the house, how do you find time to balance it all?
It’s not easy. My husband travels A LOT for work, so many months I feel like a single mother of three boys. Add in two jobs and everything that comes with motherhood and taking care of a house and I’m usually more than a little frazzled. It helps that I don’t sleep much—I’m an insomniac, so I usually only get about four hours of sleep a night.
I have seen this around and it makes me curious... I will not ask you to tell me one of your favorite characters - because we all know that is like picking a favorite child. So, I want to know, what was/is your favorite book to write?? Ha Ha, yes, I am evil! You can not get out of it either!
Oh, you are evil. That’s a hard one, because I like them all while I’m writing them. If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have said Tease Me, definitely. That book was emotionally draining but so fun to write. But then I wrote Dark Embers, my first dragon shifter book as Tessa Adams (it comes out in July 2010) and it was amazing fun. I wrote it super-fast and everything came together beautifully—plus, if you want to talk favorite characters, I looooooove my hero in that book, Dylan.
**Haaa haa... I got you tell me your favorite character!!! LOL!!!**
My other favorite book to write is the one I’m currently working on—my 1st young adult novel. It’s called Rip Tide and is a dark mermaid/surfing tale about a girl trapped between her desires and her destiny (and a pretty terrible evil). It’s been a blast to write as well.
Why was it your favorite?
Honestly, I love all three of those books—Tease Me, Dark Embers and Rip Tide—because of the characters, and because of how much fun they were to write.
Since Valentine's day has passed and being we all read our books to get that HEA, tell me the best Valentine's present you ever received and from who?
My husband always buys me great Valentine’s Day presents, so I’m really lucky. I think my favorite was the beautiful set of really expensive knives he got me a few years ago (I looooove to cook). Anyway, he almost always gets me jewelry, but that year I really wanted this knife set, so he got it for me. As he was walking through the store, though, all the men he met kept telling him he was crazy. That he was going to end up getting stabbed by one of those knives if that’s what he brought me home for V-Day. By the time he handed them to me he was a little pale and really nervous, but I was thrilled because it meant that he’d really listened to what I wanted and got them for me even though his every instinct was to go for the jewelry. I still use them every day.
**I think that is so sweet. I also think he was very brave!!! LOL**
Last safe question, hee hee... This question comes from Sweet Vernal Zephyr & Elaing8: With all your life experience... you have to share something slightly funny and/or embarrassing that has happened in your life? ~Makes us feel human~
You don’t know me or you wouldn’t ask that question—I don’t have slight embarrassments. I have huge humiliations on a regular basis.
All through school, I was totally into acting as well as writing. The one play I could never be in—high school or college- was the musical, because I sound like a dying duck when I sing, so I always worked backstage. Anyway, I was working backstage on one musical, and one of my jobs was to help the male lead change costumes in the middle of the play, as he had a really quick scene change. Anyway, I was helping him with his pants and he lost his balance. We went crashing through the scenery at the edge of the stage, landed front and center of a sold out crowd, with his pants around his ankles, my skirt around my waist and my head in his lap.
So was that embarrassing enough for you?
**Are you kidding me... I so want to go school with you!!! Can you say Ms. Hussy in training, lol!!**
Erotic Romance Reader (Janna) wants to know: How do you determine if or which love/sex scenes go into your book?
I try to really personalize the scenes for each book—to make sure that they fit the characters so well that I couldn’t pick them up and put them in anyone else’s book. For example, there’s a fabulous scene (if I do say so myself) in Full Exposure, where they’re at an erotic photography museum that came together so beautifully—and fit Kevin and Serena so well—that it’s still one of my favorite scenes. There’s another scene, in the very beginning of Tease Me, that is incredibly voyeuristic (which is, in part, what the book is about). It took me forever to write the scene and I was a little nervous about letting my editor see it because it is really emotionally raw. Thank goodness, she loved it and wanted me to open the book with it. The excerpt is a teaser (hah) at the end of Tie Me Down and I’ve gotten a ton of letters about it already. I think that’s what I really try to do—write a love scene that epitomizes the heart and soul of my characters—and my book.
Have you written a sex scene that has made you blush?
Not unless I’m in the room when someone is reading it. But I have written a few that made my editor blush—does that count?
**As long as someone blushed, lol**
Now for some quick fun:
Sweet or Sour: Sweet
Coke or Pepsi: Coke
Milk or Dark Chocolate: Milk
Run or Walk: I run only when chased, and even that depends on who’s doing the chasing …
Read or Write (HA): Read. Definitely
Chinese or Italian food: Italian
Hot Cocoa or Hot Tea: Depends on my mood.
Sunset or Sunrise: Definitely sunset. Love the colors.
Kiss or Hug: Yes, please
Cuddling or Hot Sex (Had to ask!): I write erotic romance—what do you think???????????
Ms. Tracy, I want to thank you for coming over and playing with us today!!!!!
“Hey, what can I get you?” She glanced over her shoulder with a grin, and everything inside him seemed to freeze. God, she was beautiful. Not just in the conventional sense, but in so many small ways he couldn’t fail to notice. Ways he’d never thought to look for before her.
It wasn’t just her face, though, God, she looked good. It was the smattering of freckles across her nose and the patterns they formed. Her high cheekbones and the incredibly kissable hollows beneath them. The peekaboo dimple in her left cheek that flashed only when she smiled just right. And her smile, the one that lit up her whole face and made him feel—for a few seconds—like he was the only man in her world.
“Byron?” Lacey called his name for the second time, and he suddenly realized that he’d been standing there, gaping at her like a total idiot.
“I’m sorry. What did you ask?”
“Do you want a drink?”
“Oh, sure, sorry.” He shook his head, made an effort to concentrate. “Do you have a beer?”
“Of course.” She bent to open the small bar fridge, and her yoga pants stretched taut over her sweetly rounded ass. It took all his restraint not to drop to his knees behind her and take her right there. God knew, all the work he’d done in the kitchen to calm himself down had been totally undone in the two minutes since he’d been in the room with her
“I’ve got Purple Haze, Strawberry Harvest and Red Ale.”
He stared at her incredulously, wondering if he’d heard right. “Are those beers or song titles?”
She laughed. “Beers. Whenever I move to a new place, I like to try out the local breweries. These are all from Abita, and they’re really good.”
Figuring it wouldn’t hurt to play along, he tried his damnedest not to look doubtful. One or two sips wasn’t going to kill him, after all. “Okay. Which one is your favorite?”
“I like them all, but I guess it depends what you want. Are you in the mood for raspberries or strawberries?”
He didn’t have to think twice, as a picture of her raspberry-colored nipples flashed before his eyes. “Raspberries.”
“Somehow I knew you were going to say that.” She tossed him a beer with a purple label, and he shook his head while twisting off the top.
“I don’t know about this, Lacey. No self-respecting beer has a purple label.”
“This one does. It used to be available only at Mardi Gras—hence the name and the color—but it got to be so popular that they brew it all year round now.”
He stared at the bottle doubtfully for another minute before taking a swig, and was pleasantly surprised at how smoothly it went down. “It’s actually pretty good.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.” She led him over to the couch, then gestured for him to sit. “Are you sure you’d rather stay in tonight?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a trick question?”
She laughed. “Good answer.”
“So, you move around a lot?”
She cocked her head to the side, somehow managing to look like an inquisitive little cat—one he wanted to do nothing more with than to pull her into his lap and pet. But she obviously wanted to call the shots tonight, and he was intrigued enough to follow where she led. For a while anyway.
“Is that what you want to do with the evening?” she asked. “Play 20 Questions?” Her voice was low and inviting and took the sting out of the question.
“Actually, I’ve got a better idea.” God knew, he had a few of them. But tearing her clothes off before the first glass of wine—for the second time in as many days—seemed more than a little rude.
“And that is?” She took a sip of her wine and then shot him a smile that had his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.
He studied her for a few seconds, running his eyes over her clothes and jewelry. “I call it nine questions.”
“Nine?” She raised an eyebrow. “That’s a fairly random number.”
“Not really. It’s the number of items you’re wearing—if you don’t go commando, I mean. It also”—he glanced down at himself—“happens to be the exact number of items I’m wearing as well.”
“Well, isn’t that convenient?” She pursed her lips into an inviting O.
Had he thought his dick was hard before? As he watched her lick her lips, the blood rushed from his head so fast that for a minute, he was afraid he might pass out.
And wouldn’t that just be a kick in the ass, particularly on what promised to be one of the most erotic nights of his life?
“Am I correct in assuming that there’s a fee for every question asked?”
“You are, indeed. One item per question.”
“Are any subjects off -limits?”
He smiled then. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.
Thank you so much Ms. Tracy for coming to play at the Hussy Lair today!!! I have enjoyed our company!!!
Thanks so much, Cecile, for having me today. I love your blog and have really enjoyed getting to know you these last few months. To celebrate your 1 year anniversary, I’m giving away a copy of Full Exposure, my first erotic suspense. Just leave a comment telling me about your favorite new author to be entered to win a copy!
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