Ann Lory

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Interview By: Tamazon

Date: March 01, 2009

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Hello Ann,

Ann Lory:

Thanks for joining me today on Night Owl Romance.

Tammie King of NOR: To get us started can you please start by telling us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

Ann Lory: My newest release is Bait and Switch from Linden Bay Romance. It's the first book in the Frisky Business Series:

It's a contemporary/romantic comedy with lots of spice. It takes place in Vegas, where one uptight lawyer gets a present from her friends for the whole week. He's tall, dark, handsome and paid to please. But as the two of them get to know each other their defenses crumble and they quite literally find love while "on the job". It was a fun story to write and I hope for those who are interested to read.

Coming up next from Linden Bay Romance is the re-release of Eternal Embrace, the first book in my Eternal Series. Traditional vampires are back with a bite in this series.

Tammie King of NOR: Could you please tell us a little about yourself?

Ann Lory: I'm from the great state of Missouri (though I did live 10 years in Nebraska). I've been married for 13 years and have two children, 10 and 2 years old. I'm all about family. I love spending time and having big family get togethers. I should have been Greek, but Irish works just as well, right?

Of course I enjoy reading and writing a lot, but I'm a big sports fan, especially college football. Go Mizzou!

I'm also a cycling fan and enjoy training for the MS150 every year. I'm hoping to get better at it and start adding other rides in the summer. Hubby and I watch Le Tour de France every year to our son's utter dismay.

Tammie King of NOR: Who is your perfect hero? And why?

Ann Lory: He's strong both physically and personally, handsome of course, and funny too. I love a man with a sense of humor, not a clown mind you. A man that can make a woman laugh, yet still make her feel like she's the most beautiful woman in his world, that can make all the difference. Guess it's why I love my hubby so much, by no means is he perfect and neither am I, but we're so good together.

Tammie King of NOR: Can you please give us a sneak peek at any of your upcoming books?

Ann Lory: Eternal Embrace coming June 2009 from Linden Bay Romance:

"Do you know any of the dances from the period in which you are dressed, Cassandra?"

"I'm afraid I don't."

His gaze was intense, burning into hers. "Will you allow me to teach you?"

Her response was a breathless whisper, as his arm circled her waist pulling her to him. "Yes." He was solid and large, pressing intimately against her soft curves before he quickly spun her away, positioning himself for the dance.

"Stand, like so." He showed her, one arm raised above his head and the other feigned holding a skirt. "Not all dances are simple waltzes. Some were performed in groups, others were of couples playing each move off one another. The anticipation of the touch was sometimes the most exciting of all." His gaze held hers.

She imitated him, grabbing her skirt loosely in her free hand. "Now, step to the right, then in toward me, and as you do so, bring your raised hand down along the side of my face, barely touching my cheek. I will do the same to you."

He continued to talk her through the steps, counting as they practiced, sometimes humming out a low tune that was pleasant as they went through the motions. He was a patient teacher and praised her efforts. When she had mastered the steps, he looked at her, a half smile on his handsome face.

"Are you ready?" She nodded, and he removed the remote from his pocket, hit a button, returning it to his vest. Motioning to her they both took their starting positions. The music that came on startled her. It was of mandolins, violins, flutes and drums, all playing a sensual tune.

She moved in toward him, bringing her hand down, fingertips gently grazing his cheek, while his cool fingers caressed her face. His touch seemed to sear her skin, and she lifted her gaze dreamily to meet his.

His eyes were intense, his black stare devouring her as he stepped around, bringing her into his embrace, gliding with her around the floor. His hand swept down her arm and caught her hand, and stepped away. Both their hands were high above their heads as they swayed in and away from each other.

Their fingers lingering, Cassie and Dimitri both turned and met face to face. Their breaths mingled as their lips came mere inches apart. He brought their hands down between them, his gaze never leaving hers.

The music grew louder, the drums pounding an erotic rhythm. As the dance went on, Dimitri and Cassie's steps became quicker, and though his touches were slight, the flow of his fingers stoked desire, making her burn. Breasts aching, slick need pulsed between her legs. She needed him.

His hands glided down her side, barely brushing her breasts, causing her nipples to tighten almost painfully. She moaned.

Dimitri seized her in his arms, unable to stand the torture any longer. Ignoring the music that continued to play, he pulled her against him, his fingers trailing down the column of her neck. Her breaths were deep and heavy, causing her breasts to heave against his chest. He had to fight the sudden urge to groan.

His hand moved into her hair, releasing it from its clasp. The chestnut tresses cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Little blue flowers stood out in her hair and fell even as he ran his fingers through her silken strands. Catching a flower on a shiny lock, he brought it to his nose before moving his mouth toward her throat. She arched her head back, whimpering as his tongue burned down the slender curve of her neck.

Her heart beat a wild rhythm in his head, matching the tempo of the drum pounding through the ball room. His lips found the pulse beating at the base of her throat and the pleasing scent of her blood called to him, humming through her veins. He knew it would taste as delightful as its aroma. His fangs descended as they grazed against her ivory flesh.

Tammie King of NOR: Is there a genre of book you would like to write but haven't yet?

Ann Lory: Yes, I would like to write a biography about my dad. He served in Vietnam 1967-1968. He was drafted into the army and was in the thick of the fighting in North Vietnam. There is so much information that will need to be obtained, both from him and statistically regarding Vietnam Veterans in society today. At this point, I'm unsure of how I want to go about it, but I have started collecting research. We'll see what happens.

Tammie King of NOR: When did you first decide to submit your work? Please, tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

Ann Lory: About eight years ago and with the encouragement and help from a friend I worked with at Ameritrade. She helped me put my synopsis together, work out my cover letter, clean up the first three chapters and gave me a shoulder to cry on when it was rejected. She's still a good friend to this day even though she's 300 miles away in Omaha.

Tammie King of NOR: Do you outline your books or just start writing?

Ann Lory: I just start writing. I do think about it for awhile though before I begin. I don't actually write out an outline.

Tammie King of NOR: Who or what influenced you when you wrote this book? Did you have a CD, Songs, environment, etc?

Ann Lory: I was surfing the web and saw a picture of a breathtaking man online. I get a lot of inspiration from pictures, or from driving and listening to music. I remember seeing this picture and thinking, "This guy has a story."

He was tall with long, dark hair, a sculpted face that said, "Hi, I'm sensuality incarnate", and these pale blue eyes that jumped off the paper at me. So, I got to real life this guy's in Vegas on occasion then I thought about what this man actually did for a living and the plot just kind of fell into my lap. The personality of Devon McGuire does not match the personality of the man in the photo, but I'll use his body. *sigh*

At that time I was working at Ameritrade. My cubical was graced with pictures of men all over the back wall. I even went so far as to have a huge poster of Legolas (Orlando Bloom) on the side wall. A bit juvenile to be sure, but I was constantly seeking inspiration for that next story. They were all my inspiration. Each one had a story to tell. A dripping wet dream for every woman to delve into.

Disclaimer: We (Ann Lory) would like the readers to know that no sexual harassment charges were issued during the inspiration and/or making of this book.

Tammie King of NOR: Can you please give us a sneak peek into the book?

Ann Lory: Out Now: Book 1 in the Frisky Business Series, Bait and Switch from Linden Bay Romance:

Anna didn't know what to do. Was she supposed to pay? Was he supposed to pay? She grabbed the bill, but his hand came down over hers. "I have this, Anna."

She lowered her voice. "I don't know the-" she was struggled to find the word, "etiquette in situations like this." Good God, there had to be a better word, but that was all she could think of.

He grinned and winked at her. "Don't worry, all of this is covered."

The reality of this meal came crashing in on her. Not that she'd forgotten what he was exactly, but it just seemed so unreal. Her friends had apparently taken care of all the details and that included meals and any extracurricular activities.

Groaning, she grabbed her purse, jumping when he took her hand in his and placed it on his arm. She frowned at him. She didn't want him to act like a gentleman. She didn't want to like him. She wanted to be disgusted with him, but for some reason, she found that she really wasn't.

Something about him was extremely appealing to her. Not to mention the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. But there was also a kindness about him, a patience that most men didn't have. She wondered if he'd been in the business so long that he'd perfected how to portray exactly what a woman wanted.

They took the elevator up to her floor and he walked her to her room. She knew he was chuckling at her as she hurriedly dove into her purse for the room key. With the card clutched in her hand, she cleared her throat nervously, and looked at him.

"Well, thank you for an.interesting evening, Devon. I'll be busy all day tomorrow, but maybe we can get together the next day."

He laughed and leaned in close, his hands coming up on either side of her head, trapping her against the wall.

She swallowed with great difficulty as his face came closer to hers, his breath fanning her cheek. Her mouth went dry, and she had to fight not to lick her lips.

"No, Anna. Janie supplied me with, as she put it, your." his lips brushed her jaw, ".outlined," her earlobe, "detailed," his tongue swirled and he sucked the lobe between his lips. She felt herself quiver, her eyes closing briefly before he pulled away, gazing down at her, "Five times thought-out and approved schedule for this whole week." His body moved in closer, brushing against hers. "I know that you have a meeting in the morning, one after lunch, and that you'll be free for the rest of the day."

His lips were so close. She stared wide-eyed at him, hoping he would kiss her, yet at the same time knowing that she shouldn't want him to.

She licked her lips. Damn.

Finally he touched his mouth to hers. She had to fight not to moan as he deepened the kiss, his tongue probing for entrance. She obliged.

His delicious caress scorched her mouth, and she returned every sweep of his tongue with her own. His hands came down to grasp her arms, his body pushing into hers.

Nothing about him was soft. Every inch, every angle was hard, wreaking havoc on her senses. His hands still gripped her arms, running up and down their bare lengths until she finally caved in and wound them around his neck. Her hands went into his hair.

His knee moved between her legs, pressing into her, and she felt instant heat pool in her belly to settle in slick need at her juncture. He felt so delicious, all man, all male strength as he held her against the wall. She pushed her body against his and moaned.

He released her, slowly pulling away, but not before he placed another lingering kiss to her lips. She stared up at him through a haze, seeing his grin of smug male satisfaction, realizing he'd gotten what he wanted.

Her surrender to his kiss. Damn.

He tugged her close again, hugging her tightly around the waist, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Sweet dreams, Anna. I'll see you tomorrow, here in your room, at five."

He left her then and she watched, leaning against the wall, her legs still wobbly, as he walked back up the hall and disappeared around the corner. With trembling hands she unlocked her door, made her way shakily across the room and fell on the bed. Grabbing one of the pillows, she buried her face in it and groaned.

Tammie King of NOR: Please tell us what you have planned next?

Ann Lory: I'm working hard on Book 2 in the Frisky Business series. My deadline has come and gone and my editor is beating at my door.

Tammie King of NOR: Do you belong to a critique group? If so, how does this help or hinder you?

Ann Lory: I do have a critique group I belong to and they are very helpful. Most of the women and men in this group are published and they make sure to help me where passive voice is concerned. I'm still bad about that and really have to watch myself. They let me know when they see it. They're great for helpful suggestions and having each others backs.

Tammie King of NOR: What would be the best way for readers contact you? Do you have a website? Email address? MySpace site? Blog? Message Board? Group?

Ann Lory: Sure, I have many ways readers can contact me.

My website is Email at Blog at

Thank you for this opportunity!