Monday, November 24, 2014

Breathless Monday: Witness Protection

Here we are on another Breathless encounter with Carolyn LaRoche and her new series Defenders of Love. Take it away...

1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?
For as long as I can remember, I have loved a good romance of any sort. My stories usually start out as mysteries or crime stories that have a hot cop hero and smart, sassy woman he can’t seem to keep his hands off. The heat works its way into the story naturally.
2.       Plotter or pantster?

Definitely a pantser. I could probably save myself a lot of time on rewrites if I plotted a little more but I doubt that will ever happen.

3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Since my desk is usually the dining room table and I have two sons, there is usually an empty plate, crumbs and a half full glass of something.

4.       Favorite food?
Pizza. Or anything you can wrap in a tortilla, which is pretty much anything as far as I can tell.

5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
While Logan is definitely irresistible with his snug jeans, blonde hair and blue eyes and Angelina is a lot like me, my favorite character in the book is Logan’s Aunt Clara. She greets her visitors with a shotgun and table full of food, says what is on her mind and doesn’t take anything from anyone.
6. I write because ____...
      The voices in my head don’t give me choice.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
      I like a sassy, take no prisoners kind of gal like Aunt Clara in Witness Protection. She says what’s on her mind, doesn’t blow smoke and doesn’t worry about what people think of her
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
     I love a good shower sex scene. There is so much that can be done with soap bubbles and water…I try to work one in wherever I can.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
     Write what you know and do it with your own voice. Don’t ever try to emulate anyone else. You won’t be happy with your work and it will make you miserable trying to be something you are not.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I am currently working on the second book in the Defenders of Love Series. Logan’s cousin Kaiden gets a second chance at love while trying to stop a domestic terrorism plot.


Someone wants Angelina dead…again. Will following her heart put her in danger, or in the arms of the man she’s meant to be with?

As far as the world knows, NYPD detective Angelina Ferrara died in a violent firefight on Chelsea Piers over a year ago. Living in the witness protection program as history teacher Lucy Taylor was supposed to save her life, but being alive and living were two very different things. Until she meets Detective Logan James when he goes undercover in the same private school where she works. Something about the handsome man with the gorgeous blue eyes piques her interest. There’s no doubt he has secrets…but then so does she. When the Ricci crime family discovers she’s still alive, she finds herself on the run with Logan. Her heart led her astray before. Can she trust it to let Logan help her survive?
Her little car had an engine about as powerful as a hamster wheel. There was no way she was going to outrun the truck that was accelerating with lightning speed. On one side of her was a deep ravine, the other the steep slope of a mountain towered high and tree covered. The steering wheel vibrated as she pushed her little car to its limits, sheer adrenaline keeping her focused on the winding road. As she rounded a sharp curve, the back tires spun and fishtailed out from behind her. The tiny car shook violently as Lucy struggled to maintain control. The SUV caught up with her then, ramming into her rear bumper. The car groaned but held on. Lucy spun the wheel to make the next sharp curve, all the while her eyes searched for a way off the dangerous mountain highway. Another crash from behind jolted her car forward with such force Lucy lost her grip on the steering wheel. The car veered right but she managed to straighten it out before hitting the tree line.
"What the hell do you want with me?" she screamed at the truck in her rearview mirror.
The driver responded by slamming into the back of her car again. Metal ground against metal, gravel flew everywhere, and the car careened toward a thick bank of trees to her left. Straightening the car once more, Lucy crushed the gas pedal to the floor and watched as the speedometer climbed quickly. Lucy felt the little rush of excitement she always got in a good pursuit despite the fact that she was the one being pursued.
She whipped around yet another curve, and the SUV caught up with her. Just as she managed to get her little car under control again, the SUV crashed into her back end again with such force Lucy thought her car might shatter there in the middle of the road. The little car veered to the right, aiming straight for the side of the road and the ravine beyond. Lucy tried to regain control but the effort was in vain. She braced herself as the car plowed through thick vegetation, hit something, and started to slide down the steep embankment.
She heard the growl of the SUV's engine roaring away over the revving of her own engine as the tiny car crashed through the underbrush. The car flew over a log and landed on the slick vegetation covering the incline. The car lost its hold on the ground and rolled its way down the slope, finally landing up against the trunk of a large pine tree where the engine died. Lucy's head smacked against the steering wheel knocking her near to senseless. Everything fell deathly silent as she fought to remain conscious.
A loud crack broke the silence. As she watched through the broken windshield, the tree in front of her began to wobble. Blood trailed from her forehead into her left eye, blurring her already shaky vision. Rubbing at it with the back of her arm, she used her other hand to desperately claw at the seat belt release.
If she didn't get out of the car, the tree was going to fall right on top of her.
The giant pine swayed once and then began its descent toward Lucy and her crumpled car. Yanking hard at the jammed seat belt, her head swimming and her stomach churning, Lucy finally freed herself. Just as the tree crushed the roof of her car, like it were nothing more than a tin can, Lucy pulled her body through the opening that used to be the driver's side window.
Cracking wood and crunching metal stirred up a cacophony of birds and small animals protesting the intrusion in their habitat. Lucy lay on the damp moss and rotting leaves, her heart banging against her chest wall. The sound of her pulse racing in her ears muted the sound of the creaks and groans as the tree settled against what was left of her car. Every inch of her body hurt, but her head ached most of all.

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Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats, and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers. She is co-author of the book The Crazy Lives of Police Wives and hangs out online at both Carolyn La Roche - Author and The Crazy Lives of Police Wives.
She also writes a blog titled Boys, Badges and Writers Block about the joys and challenges of raising boys and living the law enforcement wife life found at

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