Special Guest: Joanne Stewart with a Character Interview

Book blurb:

They can't forget the past, but is it enough to create a future?

When an accident leaves her guardian to her six-month-old niece, Emma Stanton must return to her small hometown of Hastings, Montana to find the one man she's spent the last eight years trying to forget. She and Dillon had grown up together--he was her sister's best friend. But that hadn't stopped him from sharing a kiss with Emma that had followed her through the years. Now, not only must she break the news of her sister's tragic death to Dillon, but she must risk the only family she has left and tell him he's the baby's father.

Wealthy nightclub owner Dillon James has been used for his name and money one too many times, so when he comes face-to-face with Emma Stanton and her gorgeous lips, he's determined to keep things light. All he wants is to be the father his daughter needs, to make up for not being there for her and her mother. But spending time with Emma, as she shows him the ropes of caring for his daughter, is wearing down his defenses. Perhaps it's time he took a chance on love.

If only he can convince Emma to take a chance on him...

 

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Playboys-Baby-ebook/dp/B008RPKBMM

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Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-playboys-baby-jm-stewart/1112343120?ean=2940014920773

Now for the character interview:

This was my first ever character interview. I’ve always wanted to write one, but I hadn’t a clue what questions to ask. So for this, I followed questions I’d seen someone else use. Ended up being fun, because they took over the rest.

JS: Hi Dillon. Thanks for meeting with me today.

Dillon: smiles No problem.

JS: Tell us a bit about yourself.

Dillon: grins I’m awesome.

JS: rolls eyes. Seriously, Dillon.

Dillon: Oh, all right. I like to have fun. I own a nightclub. It keeps me busy, brings in a damn good profit, and I enjoy being there. I’m a people person, a laid back kind of guy. Family’s important. I’d be lost without Emma and Annie…

Baby Annie toddles unsteadily into the room, arms outstretched and giggling as she heads for Dillon. Emma follows in behind her, one hand idly rubbing her swollen belly.  

Emma: Sorry. She just woke up from a nap and she heard his voice.

JS: I see Annie’s walking now. How brilliant. How far along are you, Emma?

Emma: *smiles proudly as she rubs a hand over her stomach* seven months now.

JS: Not too long then. Are you nervous, Dillon?

DILLON: *reaches out to take Annie.* Nah, I’m an old pro at this now.  

JS: But you weren’t always. If I remember correctly, you had a hard time at first.

DILLON: *shakes his head* Oh no. Not going there. I have my pride.

JS: come on, Dillon, you agreed to this interview.

DILLON: *sets his forehead in his hand and shakes his head* diapers. There should be directions on the package. That’s all I’m saying.

EMMA: *secret smile curling at the edges of her mouth* We practiced that one, too.

JS: *tries to hide a smile* The tabs go in front. How many was it before you finally figured it out?

DILLON: *lifts his head, narrows his eyes at me, cheeks reddening* next question please.

JS: Okay okay, favorite car?

DILLON: *grins.* Emma knows this one.

EMMA: *laughs quietly, mutters under her breath,* spoiled rich boy.

DILLON: *still grinning, winks.* See.

JS: Well, I know what it is, because I wrote it, but would you mind sharing it with the readers?

EMMA: *rolls her eyes.* His Escalade. Comes complete with a 17-inch monitor in the backseat, a stereo system that when turned up loud enough can vibrate the windows of the house next door, much to Mrs. Danbury’s displeasure.

DILLON: *A self-pleased grin spreads, ear to ear.*

EMMA: And a pair of baby shoes hanging from the rear-view mirror.

JS: baby shoes?

DILLON: Annie’s first pair.

JS: that’s very sentimental, Dillon.

DILLON: I’m a sentimental kind of guy.

JS: okay, favorite Scent?

DILLON: looks over at Emma. Oh that’s easy. Her perfume. She dabs it here -- *points to his neck, just below his earlobe* -- and here –*points to the hollow spot at the base of his throat.* Now ask me where my favorites spots to kiss are. *winks*

EMMA blushes

JS: We have to stay G-rated here, Dillon. Next question: favorite movie?

DILLON: horror. I love it. Though Em’s been making me watch those romantic chick flicks.

JS: Since when do you like chick flicks?

EMMA: *blushes and looks down, suddenly very interested in readjusting the baby*

DILLON: *gaze on Emma* Oh, I don’t. Em sits in my lap and she watches them. I get to nibble on her neck.

JS: G-rated, Dillon, remember? What do you like the most about Emma?

Dillon: Easy. Her huge heart. She takes of everybody but herself. She’s very humble. Won’t call herself beautiful, either.

Emma: *shrugs* Because I’m not.

Dillon: I’ll be the judge of that.

JS: What would you say she likes most about you?

Dillon: *waggles his brows as he holds up an arm and flexes his bicep* The gun show.

JS: *rolls eyes.*

Emma: His gentleness. For being as big as he is, I’ve never met a man so gentle. He’s also a sentimental fool. With a penchant for grand romantic gestures.

Dillon: *grins proudly and winks* spoiled rich boy.

JS: Ah. I remember. Do you mind if I show them instead of telling them?

Emma: *smiles warmly* It’s one of my favorite scenes.

JS: then I think I’ll leave them with that scene. It’s one of my favorites as well. Thanks for being here with me today guys.

Dillon: My pleasure.

***

“Keep them closed.” Taking both hands in his, he helped her exit the car. The nippy winter air stung her cheeks. He led her through the snow a few feet then released her. A few moments later, his body pressed lightly against her back, and his voice came low beside her ear again. “Ready?”

This time she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her mouth. He really enjoyed tormenting her.

“Open your eyes.”

When she finally did, she couldn’t believe what she saw. She stood at the end of the front walk of the house she grew up in. After she and Janey moved to Helena, it had taken her a year to find a buyer. She hadn’t seen it since she sold it seven years ago, and the sight of it took her breath away.

It looked so much the same. The old, two-story, colonial-style house had been painted white with black shutters, with new gleaming gutters lining the roof. Her mother’s rose bushes still lined the front of the house on either side of the small front porch, larger than when she left, all of them covered now by a blanket of snow.

Memories bombarded her. Christmases around the big tree in the living room, Thanksgivings with the three of them, numerous birthday cakes in the kitchen, summers in the backyard. Each one of them included her mother’s smiling face and the sound of Janey’s laughter. Her heart twisted and moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this place.

“I should never have sold it.” She still couldn’t afford to make the mortgage payments, but she should have tried harder to keep the house.

Dillon’s hands slid onto her shoulders. “Want to go inside?”

My bio:

J.M. writes what she likes to call sweet and spicy contemporary romance. She's a stay-at-home mom by trade, married to her very own hero. They live in the Great Northwest with their two boys and two very spoiled puppies. J.M. has been devouring romances for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her passion.

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