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Anita Cox: Welcome Jennifer Kacey! So you write romance. Tell us why romance?
JENNIFER KACEY: Three words. Happily ever after. I love a happy ending. I love knowing going in that everything will turn out all right. I don’t have a massive amount of free time to read but when I do I want to know the time I’m investing is going to pay off when happiness abounds at the end. So I try to give THAT feeling forward when I write. Makes me happy!
Anita Cox: Do you write in any subgenre?
JENNIFER KACEY: Mmm….I write a lot of kink, but I write a good mix or just plain sexy as well. Am about to throw my hat in the paranormal ring which is super exciting, too! Love not having any limits in writing. If I have a story…I write it!!
AC: What is the heat level of your books?
JENNIFER KACEY: What’s the highest number?!? I don’t do sweet. I don’t beat around the bush. *snicker* I tell you great it was, how loud it was, how many times they came, and how many neighbors called the cops. And how soon they’re going to do it again! Almost forgot that one.
AC: Tell us about you. Do you have any passions other than writing?
JENNIFER KACEY: Absolutely!! Love traveling strictly for pleasure and for writing conventions. I crochet which I love because it keeps my hands busy especially when I’m working on story plots. Love going to movies with my son and doing projects and puzzles with him. Spending time with my best friends in Buffalo. Love my real job and all my co-workers. Seriously life is awesome.
Anita Cox: You had a very interesting relative/person who strongly influenced you? Who was that and why was she so important?
JENNIFER KACEY: My grandmother on my Dad’s side. We were just….kindred spirits I think. She was a very no nonsense woman. Grew up during the Depression. Didn’t know how to throw anything out. She knew how to cook, and bake, and could can like her life depended on it. She taught me how to crochet, even though I didn’t hold the hook right. She tried to teach me how to knit but I wanted to stab my eyes out. Hate knitting! She also taught me to quilt, and garden and how to love a horrible devil cat named Tinker. She had bad knees but she never let it stop her. I could sit in a room with her in utter silence and say a million things. When she passed several years ago it hit me so hard even knowing it was coming. I have some of her things around me every day. Her big desk is in my office at my day job. I wear her wedding rings every day. Miss her dearly and can’t wait until we will get to talk again.
Anita Cox: There was a place from your past that you’ll always remember. How do the memories of it influence your life/writing?
JENNIFER KACEY: My grandparent’s house in Valpo. The feeling I get when I think of that house and property is the feeling I hope people get when they finish one of my books. Like coming home. Great memories and ones you want to revisit. The apple tree in the back. The ice cream freezer in the breezeway. The woodsy scent of the garage. Catching fireflies with my brother and feeling the breeze in the fall before the snow. I’ll never forget that place.
Are most of your works available or do you have what a drawer or closet of “not quite there” work? Do you think any of those old projects will see the light of day?
JENNIFER KACEY: Have quite a few projects that aren’t out yet. Some are turned in already. Some I’ve only shown 2 people ever. I love my stories. Truly love them. Love getting to share them with people that love them just as much as I do. I hope everything I have will be published at some point. It’s all about finding time in the day to get it all done. Which is fine because I already told my mom we can never die because we have too much to do. Oh! And I’ll sleep when I’m dead. That’s a goodie.
Anita Cox: What is your writing “system” like, and how has it evolved over the course of your career?
JENNIFER KACEY: Write. Seriously. That’s it. I can write anywhere as long as I have my laptop. I can even write long hand if I have to. Like hell freezing over or me forgetting my laptop charger on a trip. OH SO NOT AWESOME!!!
Anita Cox: Do you have beta readers in your family or circle of friends, or do you trust your own instincts before you publish your works?
JENNIFER KACEY: Totally depends on my deadlines and what the project is. Final Surrender had probably been read by a dozen people before I decided to send it to Samhain. It was a perfect fit there. Other things I have to bang out, self-edit, and get turned in. All situational.
Anita Cox: Do you think of yourself as a particular type of writer and how do you think that influences the decisions you make about your stories/novels?
JENNIFER KACEY: No clue. I write so I’m a writer. Love not having to fit the round peg of myself into a square hole. I’ll bounce around in the middle with all the other shapes and that suits me just fine.
Anita Cox: What is your most recent book/story release? And could you tell us about it?
JENNIFER KACEY: Elite Metal. An 8 novel / 7 author cohesive military set. One story leading into the next into the next. So awesome! We had a blast and are working on book two now. Elite Ghosts. WOO HOO!!!!
Anita Cox: What led you to tell this particular story?
JENNIFER KACEY: Wanted to write with a bunch of my friends and the concept hadn’t been tapped before. I was more than happy to fill that niche and it’s done amazingly well.
Anita Cox: Which part of your story was the most difficult to write? Why?
JENNIFER KACEY: The first story. Lots of drama happened with that story and right at the end the whole thing had to be re-written. It was crazy! Love how it turned out though. Couldn’t be happier.
Anita Cox: If your next birthday party were going to have a theme based on one of your books, what would it be?
JENNIFER KACEY: OMG I’d want it to be a kink party based off of my Members Only series. Every dark, delicious and decadent fantasy I could ever think of right at my fingertips?!? SIGN ME UP!!!!
Ten years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.
Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.
It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.
But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.
“You need to show him the park,” Mark commanded, as if somehow reading her mind and finding the one spot she didn’t want to share.
She turned as best she could and shot him her best Go to Hell look.
“What?” he asked with complete ignorance. “He needs to know where you go when you want to be alone. You love that place and you’re there all the time.”
“Yes, and it’s where I go to be alone, Mark.”
“What park?” Clay asked.
Angela opened her mouth to tell him it didn’t matter, when Mark butted right in. “Madison Square Park right off Park Avenue and East 26th Street.”
“Mark, shut up!” Angela barked.
“No, I’m not going to let you sabotage this, Ang. Clay needs to know where you are at all times, so you aren’t going to be able to just flit anywhere by yourself anymore. At least not until we get a handle on this.”
“The only situation I have at the moment is an overbearing brother who doesn’t know when to back off.”
“Yes, you definitely have that,” he admitted with a smirk.
“The fact that you think this is a good thing is really starting to piss me off.” She rolled her shoulders, trying to lessen the tension building again.
After a minute of silence, Clay asked, “So, where do you grocery shop?” Obviously trying to change the subject so he didn’t have to separate the siblings next to him.
“Meat district, west of the island, on 14th Street, straight down from the studio.”
“Food. I’m hungry,” Mark admitted.
“You’re always hungry, Mark. Do you not eat at home?”
On cue his stomach growled and he patted it, as if to quell the rising beast within.
“Where are we now?” Mark asked no one in particular.
“In Midtown on Park Avenue. Why?” Angela wanted to know.
“Meli Melo is right up the next block. Let’s get takeout and we’ll go back to your apartment and eat, so I can crash early and get packed since I’m leaving pretty early tomorrow morning.”
Angela’s heart stopped, not certain why she thought her brother would be staying longer. Obviously he didn’t know she needed a chaperone.
Clay asked, “What is a melli marshmallow anyways?”
Mark threw his head back and laughed as Angela gave a small snort and said, “You are a Texan, huh?”
“Born and branded,” Clay admitted with no humor whatsoever.
“Meli Melo is a restaurant with the best food.”
“That’s what you say about every restaurant in New York.”
“Yeah, but this time it’s true. What about you, Ang, you up for it?”
“That’s fine with me. I’m not really hungry, so just order me something little and you guys get whatever you want.”
“Clay, what about you?” Mark asked, completely pleased he was going to get his way.
“Sure, as long as I don’t have to eat raw fish, back home we call that bait, so other than that, I’m game.”
“Sweet, head over between 29th and 30th on Madison.”
While the cabbie maneuvered through traffic, Angela glanced at the clock and couldn’t see where the time had gone.
Clay had already been there more than five hours.
As they pulled up in front of the restaurant, Mark asked, “You guys coming in?” as they all exited the cab.
Angela paid, before Mark could even get his wallet out then said, “No, just order me a salad and some crepes.”
“Just order me something that’s not rabbit food. I’ll stay with Angela.”
His eyes raked over, but she kept her gaze on the passing traffic, trying not to notice.
“’Kay, see you guys in a few,” Mark agreed as he entered the restaurant, more or less drooling on the patrons trying to leave.
Angela took a deep breath, trying to calm her still racing heart.
Unable to help herself any longer, she stole a glance in Clay’s direction.
He caught her looking and smirked.
Being taunted really wasn’t what she needed, so she turned and faced him head-on. She may have added a little bit more sass to her walk as she sauntered in his direction. Let’s see how he felt if he was put on stage to answer personal questions.
“So when did you get the scar on your cheek, Clay?”
The instant scowl on his face was all she needed to know.
She looked at the ground before glancing back at his gorgeous face. “You don’t have to answer if it’s private.”
“We’re a bit past private at this point, don’t you think, Angela?”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with several stand alone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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