Please welcome Natalie to tell us about her third release…..
1. Will you tell us a little about yourself?
I’m Natalie Alder, a sassy 40-something year old. I live in a quiet farming town in New England with my husband of fifteen years and our three rescued cats. After college I worked as a physical therapist with children and the elderly then took the opportunity to enjoy my creative side. I love to sew, knit, write…sing and drink martinis (not necessarily at the same time).
2. Why did you start to write? Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger?
I’ve always liked writing, writing assignments in school and just for fun. At a time when it just seemed right, I took one of the stories I worked on for years and submitted to publishers.
3. What sort of books do you write? Why did you choose that particular genre?
I write stories about romance. They center on learning about the characters backgrounds, personalities and life circumstances that mold them into who they are and how they love.
4. How autobiographical are your stories?
Not very autobiographical at all.
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Why?
I like to write scenes outdoors in nature. I enjoy writing descriptions of nature.
6. Do you ever fall for your characters?
Sure, the book boyfriend character is written as the guy who is all the best parts of a person in one. The ideal.
7. Do your characters ever surprise you?
Yes, it’s amazing where the characters go sometimes.
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing?
I only write when I’m in the mood.
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
I’ve written only in a few different places but none strange (i.e., train, coffee shop, hotel room).
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
I wait it out. I only write when I’m in the mood.
11. Describe your perfect first date –
A non-date, random meeting and clicking.
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
I’d move around trying out different places and leave when it felt like it was time.
1. Chocolate or ice-cream? chocolate
2. Favourite tipple. – gin martini, straight up with olives
3. Seaside or forest? – forest
4. Rain or sun? – either
5. Christmas or birthday? – Birthday
6. Elegant or comfortable clothes? – comfort
7. TV or cinema? – TV
8. Laptop or notebook for writing? – laptop
9. Nail colour? – taupe
10. Dom, sub or switch? – switch
11. Bondage or spanking? spanking
12. Leather or lace? – lace
From Woven Interests, Book 3 in The Tapestry Series by Natalie Alder
It was dark inside, as expected. James waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The music was sultry, jazz fusion and almost soothing. This place calls for a gimlet martini James thought to himself. Noting the bar along the right wall he sauntered to a free stool and sat before placing his order. The couple had chosen a small table and were sitting with their heads close together talking. Wall sconces and small, red, shaded lamps on café tables casted a dim glow throughout the club. The music was being played live by a trio of older gentleman set precariously on a stage too small for them and their instruments. The sound of a cocktail glass placed on the marble topped bar got James attention. He turned to see the bartender place his martini in front of him.
“Want to start a tab?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I don’t really give a damn whether you do or not, sonny. What’ll it be?”
James let a smirk escape after a brief moment of feeling insulted. “Start a tab for me.”
The bartender nodded and walked away. James brought his drink to his lips. The smell of gin and lime filled his senses as he took the first sip.
“Not a very likeable character now, is he?”
James held his drink at his lips as he thought to gain recognition of the voice. Slowly he lowered his glass and set it on the bar top before raising his eyes to see Remy standing next to him.
“May I?” He motioned to the bar stool in front of him.
Swallowing hard, James could only manage a small nod of approval. Remy looked so fucking hot. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen him in a week but James didn’t think so. The man was just simply gorgeous, no matter what. James watched as Remy maneuvered his body to sit on the stool. Grabbing a section of the material of his pants leg at his thigh, he hitched the pant leg up, giving himself more room in the crotch of his pants.
“What can I get ya’?” The gruff bartender had returned.
“Same,” Remy said pointing to James’ drink.
“Put it on my tab,” James told the bartender. And to Remy he said, “May as well since he went through the trouble of setting one up for me.”
Remy smiled. James dick twitched and cursed softly.
James looked at Remy questioningly.
“You cursed.” Placing his elbow on the bar and his head in his hand, Remy leaned forward, closer to James. From this position, he stared into James eyes and waited for James to reply.
Those piercing blue fucking eyes, James thought as he let himself get lost in them. Sensing the danger of allowing himself to do so, he answered Remy.
“My smile caused you to curse?” And still he sat smiling at James.
“No, my dick twitching because you smiled at me caused me to curse.”
The wet tip of Remy’s tongue came out and slid across his bottom lip. Neither broke eye contact. James could feel his jaw tighten in frustration. The bartender placed Remy’s drink in front him and walked away. Still without breaking eye contact Remy picked up his drink and took a swallow.
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