PLEASE HELP US WELCOME TODAY’S GUEST…
MBA&M: Why use Georgia as your setting for Sugar is Twice as Sweet?
I grew up in California, but my parents were from Arkansas and with a live in grannie who came from the south, my family was more the Clampetts than the Cleavers. In this series, I wanted to write a family that had that strong sense of loyalty, community, and southern pride—and a town that had busy-bodied old biddies. Ever since I wrote Tucker’s Crossing, which took place in Texas, I have been dying to get back to those sexy southern gents who have swagger in spades and a slow drawl than melts panties. Then the name Sugar came to mind, and it just seemed to be in Georgia.
MBA&M: What made you decide to write a golf champion as your hero?
I wanted to create a hero that had the drive it takes to be a professional athlete and was dealing with a public scandal. Brett, who is inspired by the hunky Luke Bryan, came to me as this laid back, easy going, smooth talker and golf just seemed to be the sport that fit his personality. Not to mention, do you know how many innuendoes you can come up with when talking golf? What was your favorite scene to write, Why? The first moment that Joie and Brett meet, for sure. First meets are usually my favorite part in a book because it sets the tone and sexual tension between the couple. But this scene was so fun to write because he is pretty famous, used to women fawning all over him, and yet he can’t get anything out of Joie except suspicious annoyance. Every line he uses falls flat and for the first time since Brett has discovered girls—and they discovered him back—the notorious playboy and hometown hero can’t get this woman to give him the time of day—let alone her number. There is so much natural conflict, humor, and sizzle that comes from a playboy wanting to get serious with a woman who has sworn off men.
MBA&M: Which character, either the main character or a secondary character was the hardest to write, why?
The hardest character for me to write was Joie’s great aunt, Letty. Letty was a huge influence on Joie growing up, and the only one who saw Joie’s whimsical, leap-then-look take on life as special. Even more importantly, she is the only one who believes in Joie’s dream to re-open the inn. However, Letty has passed, so the reader only gets to know her through her letters, kitchen-table stories, and others’ memoires. And not just Joie’s memories, but also Letty’s silver-haired friends, who saw Letty in a very different light than Joie. So reconciling the three points of view, while creating her with the right amount of heart and tenacity was a challenge, but in the end she became one of my favorite characters.
MBA&M: What is your greatest accomplishment in your writing career?
That because of my writing my daughter will be able to go to any college she dreams of.
Thank you, Marina, for taking a few moments of your busy life to spend time with us and our readers today!
~CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR LATEST RELEASE~
He’s trouble she doesn’t need . . . Thanks to a cheating fiancé, Josephina Harrington’s perfect life just crashed and burned. Moving in with her overbearing parents is definitely not an option. No, she needs to prove she can make it on her own. And she will-by turning her great-aunt’s old plantation house into a destination getaway. She’s just not expecting her contractor to be so hands-on-and so totally irresistible. . . . but everything she wants Bad-boy golf champion Brett McGraw figured his hometown of Sugar, Georgia was the perfect place to lay low and get his life back up to par. The leggy blonde with a pint-sized pup is the kind of sweet ‘n sassy trouble he never saw coming. She doesn’t know a nut from a bolt and before long, he’s renovating her house . . . as she steals his heart. Can he convince Josephina that his womanizing ways are in the past and he’s ready for forever?
A heat passed through her eyes that told him she liked his touching her, liked being with him. Determined to find out just how much she liked his hands on her, he tightened his grip on her hip, shifting closer until they brushed up against each other. He dipped his head, just enough to let her know his intent. Her breath caught and suddenly their mouths were only a fraction apart. Their gazes held, neither talking, just sharing breath. “Brett,” she whispered again, her voice a little thick. “We shouldn’t. I just got out of a relationship and you, well, it’s weird that I don’t even know you but I’ve seen your tattoo and…” Brett smiled. So she had seen the video. Paid close enough attention to notice his tattoo, which meant she was staring in the vicinity of his ass. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. But her dilated eyes and shallow breathing were. It was the damnedest thing, they were barely touching and yet he was reacting as if they were naked and pressed against each other. Maybe this was what he needed, one night to get her out of his system, then he could forget about this crazy attraction and go back to lying low. Just one night. He lowered his head and she went up on her toes. Her eyes fluttered shut. He wasn’t sure who started it, but suddenly they were kissing, her arms on his chest, his in her hair. Their lips brushed once, and then some more. Tender little kisses that made his chest tight and his jeans even tighter. She gave a small purr of approval that was pretty much his undoing. She didn’t grab or demand, instead cuddling into him all soft and vulnerable. So damn vulnerable. With another sexy sigh she pulled back, just enough so that they weren’t kissing but were sharing breath, staring into each other’s eyes. Hers were huge and unguarded, showing him every damn thing she was feeling. Brett tensed, waiting—hoping like hell—for her to push him away. End this and give him an easy out. Too bad nothing about her was easy. She wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling him close enough to bury her head in his chest, and her whole body melted into his. That one move changed the game. He stood there, stock-still, his hands at his side. His brain raced, trying to figure out what she needed from him. Apparently, it was a hug, because when he wrapped his arms around her, she let go a warm sigh that went all the way to his heart. She held on to him as if she were afraid there was somewhere else he’d rather be. Which should have terrified him, because there wasn’t. He could stand there all night and just hold her, listen to this soft little sounds of hers, which turned him on almost as much as her mouth. A sure sign that was he was in trouble. A lot of trouble.
Marina Adair is a lifelong fan of romance novels. Along with the Sugar series, she is also the author of the St. Helena Vineyard series. She currently lives in a hundred-year-old log cabin, nestled in the majestic redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains, with her husband and daughter. As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive. She also loves to interact with readers and you can catch her on Twitter at @MarinaEAdair or visit her at www.MarinaAdair.com.
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