Meet Debut Author Cait O'Sullivan!

Hey, there, readers! It's my pleasure to welcome to the blog debut author Cait O'Sullivan! Cait's one of my Crimson Romance sisters and her book, Romancing the Seas, just hit shelves. I just finished reading myself and though it was fab - you'll get a sneak peek in just a few so, on with the interview!

Kristina: What do you wear when you're writing?

Cait: all depends on the weather. Normally jeans, tee-shirt and boots but if it’s cold and I’m at home, I’ll have my dressing gown on over my clothes. I do try not to wear this at my local coffee shop though . I did wonder about getting a onesie to keep me nice and warm because heck, it sure gets cold sitting there. But I think this could stifle my creativity (LOL) and plus, I drink a lot of coffee so going to the loo would be a right drag!

Kristina: I'm a jeans girl myself...at least when Yoga pants aren't acceptable...When was the last time you argued with one of your characters? And were you caught by a real person?

Cait: Generally this happens when I’m doing the vacuuming – so not very often then  -- I think it’s something about feeling secure that no-one can hear me because of the noise of the hoover. My daughter’s catch me all the time and now understand it’s just an accepted part of their bonkers mother.

Kristina: Ha! I have a DH who vacuums for me...so most of my arguing *isn't* drowned out by the noise! How do you keep gremlins – like your family – out of your office/writing habitat?

Cait: Not possible. I write all over the house – sometimes at the kitchen table or in the living room or up in bed. I’m lucky in that I can deal happily with noise – sometimes when I’m stuck I’ll go to a coffee shop and let the noise lull my brain back into action. (that doesn’t make sense does it – lull into action?!) The only one noise I cannot deal with is the continuous sound of a baby crying…oh hang on, even worse, the sound of a baby crying with a mother/father uselessly trying to calm the poor thing. It’s not the baby’s fault after all.

I guess I’m saying, the only way I can keep gremlins out of my habitat is by writing when they’re not there.

Kristina: *nods* I totally understand that. Four-year-old here and she knows no writerly boundaries... Have you ever taken your frustrations with the Real World out on your characters?

Cait: I have, without even realising it. I was going through a rough patch and bless, poor Pippa…she really turned into a harpy. All my CP’s were commenting that they hadn’t realised how rotten she could be. Oops, she’s softened up a lot now.

Kristina: I loved Pippa, can't imagine her as a harpie! If you could be one character from this book, who would it be? And why?

Cait: Pippa herself, I love her job, her life! Who wouldn’t want to be an excellent chef and get the chance to live in New Zealand. Besides, she makes me laugh.

Romancing the Seas debuted on the 7th January 2013 and is available here on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Romancing-Seas-Crimson-Romance-ebook/dp/B00AKERZGS/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1355516626&sr=8-3&keywords=romancing+the+seas

About the Book: Sous-chef Pippa Renshaw thinks a change of scene will mend her bruised heart, so she swaps her job in a prestigious London restaurant to head-chef on a cruise ship sailing around New Zealand. A great plan until she meets her new CEO, the delectable Jonathon Eagleton, and discovers she has to share a suite with him.

Even though sparks fly whenever they are together, Jonathon steadfastly keeps her at arm’s length, which suits Pippa just fine because she’s still getting over the betrayal of the last time she had a relationship with the boss.

The situation is starting to feel like solitary confinement until a thunderstorm traps them in a tramper’s hut while hiking. Suddenly a different kind of storm unleashes inside the hut.

But will they be able to go back to their previous status now the line has been crossed?

Excerpt from Romancing the Seas: As his eyes adjusted to the star and firelight, only by a flare of his nostrils would anybody have known that he was taken aback by what he saw. Pippa. Hair sparkling and shining as though on fire. Her body, stretched to the stars, showing her slim belly as her top rode up. Arms outstretched to the sea, breasts high and firm, pressed against the thin silk of her shirt, then crouched to the ground, butt straining against the combat trousers she wore, riding low on her shapely hips. Then moving fluidly up to the stars again, down and around. She was part of the beat.

He willed her to open her eyes.

To feel his stare.

To connect to him, in her tribal moment.

Her eyes opened and fell directly upon his. The fire cackled, throwing her face into relief. Clearly lost in the music, her soul stretched out of her eyes and into his. The sparks hissed, bringing shadows. Jonathon stepped out of the circle of light to seek refuge in the dark.

He couldn’t peel his gaze from her as she danced with renewed vigour. My God, she was simply amazing. Was she dancing like that for him? His body tightened involuntarily, as he wished it were simply the two of them with this beat on the beach by the fire. A groan escaped his lips as his imagination had him running his hands up her bare sides to her arms and cupping her full breasts, savouring their weight in his hands, trailing kisses up her soft neck to taste her rosebud lips, the heat of the fire allowing them to lose their clothes, the beat of the drums picking up pace as …

Rubbing his hands through his hair, he bit his lip hard to drag his thoughts back from dangerous territory. Wasn’t he supposed to be controlling these thoughts? How could he, when he couldn’t get her out of his head? But it couldn’t lead anywhere. He ran down the list of why again. She was the head chef, he the CEO, and he was out to prove all CEOs weren’t soul destroying philanderers. Thinking of Mulberry and Pippa together had the same freezing effect on his blood as a cold shower would have. He left the beach without a last look and found his way back to his insipid date.

All About Cait:
Cait O'Sullivan is a romance author with a love of words and magic, having had the good fortune to grow up in Ireland. The wanderlust in her blood sent her out to travel the world and now, residing in a leafy suburb of London, it is her thoughts and memories that journey far and wide in order to create her stories.
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