Interview with Elizabeth Finn and Giveaway

Today I would like to welcome author Elizabeth Finn to RFTC. Elizabeth is celebrating the recent release of her book Brother's Keeper and has stopped by to answer a few questions. Please give Elizabeth a warm welcome.

Elizabeth Finn is an Iowa native, where she lives with her husband and son. By day, Elizabeth is a Human Resources Specialist, but by night, she checks her professionalism at the door and immerses herself in the world of writing contemporary erotic romance. Look for more to come from Elizabeth Finn.

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First off, can you tell us a bit about you?
I work full-time in Human Resources in the Midwest. I’m a half-time student going into my senior year of business management. And finally, I’m mother to a very active little toddler. I’m busy, but who isn’t! I write when I can, and this includes airports, quick lunch breaks in the middle of the day… I’m not even going to say I haven’t snuck in writing in the middle of my Statistics class!

Did you always want to be a writer?
Not always, no. But it’s an interest that’s grown over the years. I always took a great deal of satisfaction from writing, and I always excelled at writing, but I never really realized it was something I might want to pursue as a career. Now, I’d love nothing more than to do this full-time every day!

What kind of writer are you? Panster or Plotter?
I’m a loose plotter with some pantsing tendencies! I have to have a loose idea where the story is going – even if I’m not really sure how it’s going to get there.

Where do your ideas come from?
I’ve always written and developed stories in my mind. I used to do this as a child, and it has always been an escape from real life. The idea itself can come from anything: a line in a movie or song, a dynamic I see between two people, a setting or city, anything. If I’m given any loose criteria, I could develop a story around it.

A la Twitter style, can you describe your book (or series) in 140 characters or less.
Rowan is young and innocent. Logan is her best friend’s brother. One phone call exposes the threat that seeks to destroy her. Can Logan protect her before its too late?

What are some of your favorite kinds of stories to read?
If there’s romance, I’m in. I have to have the love angle, or I’ll lose interest! I don’t mind gritty raw emotion as long as I can fall in love with the characters.

Do you have a favorite book and if so what is it?
I’m not sure I could choose just one favorite… That’s tough. I read The Shack a few years ago, and while it’s not in the least bit romance – far from it, I literally cried the entire time I was reading. I would be sitting at the dinner table with my family, book in hand sobbing into my plate of food. Now that’s a good reaction to a book!

What are the scenes that are the hardest for you to write?
I’m not sure I have a particular type of scene, but the first thirty or so pages of any new manuscript is tough for me. It takes awhile to really fall in love with what you’re writing and too feel like you’re on the right path, so those first few chapters are loaded with worry and anxiety for me.

If you could have dinner with any three authors, who would you choose and why?
Johanna Lindsey, Stephen King, and Patricia Cornwell. The reason – I’m a huge fan of all three! Nothing more than that. Who doesn’t want to meet their favorites!

Last question, are you working on anything right now?
I’m just finishing up a paranormal erotic romance that I hope to have contracted soon! Fingers crossed!

Rowan is a high school senior. Logan is her best friend’s much older brother. With one ill-fated phone call, Rowan’s darkest secret is discovered, and she finds herself at Logan’s mercy, begging for his silence. Can he keep his distance while protecting her from the secret threatening to destroy her?

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Logan watches me as I approach their table. My hands are shaking as I fill their water glasses, and by the uncomfortable look on Logan’s face, he’s well of aware of this fact. Amy is off in her own little world, looking around to see if anyone she knows is there. He says “Hi”, and I manage a “Fancy to see you here,” the fake casual tone of my voice a little too contrived and obvious.

Amy suddenly decides to join the rest of the world and finally acknowledges my existence. Not, of course, in any civilized manner. “Oh my God! What happened to your face? You look terrible.” Her words are as fake as her blonde hair and pathetic personality.

My embarrassment is palpable as I look desperately around for any excuse to leave their table. I find nothing and abruptly give a bizarre nod of my head before turning heel and heading back to the kitchen. Sometimes I just can’t act normal to save my life.

I realize, as I’m halfway down the corridor to the kitchen, Logan is behind me. I keep moving, suddenly sure I have some sort of food stuck to my butt and completely unsure what to do next. He makes that decision for me by catching up to me, taking me by the elbow, and pulling me into a small side hallway.

“She didn’t mean anything by that, Row,” he starts as he turns me to face him.

I open my mouth to object but then think better of the decision. He’s done a lot for me and insulting his girlfriend isn’t the best way to make it up to him. Besides, disagreeing with him will only put him in a position to make a choice between us. He will either support the mega bitch or me. He doesn’t owe me any allegiance, and why should I care anyway? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. If he wants to be enamored with the blonde bombshell, so be it. Oh, who am I kidding? I do care, and I’m not at all sure I want to know how he would choose. I settle on the non-response, resorting to staring at the ground. I sense him staring at me, waiting patiently for my response.

“Why did you come here?”

“I wanted to make sure you got here okay.”

“Well, you can see that I did. Will you please leave now? The food here sucks and…”

“Why are you trying to get us to leave? We just got here, and I’m hungry.”

“Because, it’s … it’s humiliating being seen in this stupid outfit and having to work around you.”

My eyes widen as I realize what I just blurted out.

Logan contemplates this as embarrassment burns through my cheeks. There are many long, awkward moments of silence where I know without looking at him that his eyes are trained on me.

“Well, I happen to like seeing you in this little getup, and having you serve me seems quite appropriate after the night you put me through.” And at that, he reaches his hand up to the front rim of my beret and flips it with his finger.

Looking nervously to his eyes, I see he is smirking down at me. He’s enjoying himself. I can’t help but smile back at him. He’s just so beautiful, and I wish again that I was one of the beautiful ones, too. Just once.

Want to win some goodies from Elizabeth? Check out whats up for grabs.

Up For Grabs:

• 1 lucky winner from the ENTIRE tour will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card

To Enter:

• Leave a meaningful comment or question for Elizabeth.
• Please leave your email address along with your comment to be entered. 
• Giveaway ends Nov. 16th

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