A big thank you to Lillian for hosting me today! I'm here to talk about my new novella with Dreamspinner, Fixing the Hole. Actually, I'm here to let my MC's talk about their story. Let me introduce you to Steve Crowell and Riley Jones. It's all yours, boys, men, *cough* um, Steve and Riley.
Riley breaks out into a huge grin and waves. Steve's ears pink up and he gives a small smile. Riley snorts and squeezes Steve's thigh.
"So, we're Riley and Steve, well, I’m Riley, he's Steve and I talk enough for both of us. Which is a good thing considering that Steve doesn't really like to talk. Okay well, he doesn't really talk to strangers, he talks to me all the time. Especially – oof."
Riley groans as Steve elbows him in the gut.
"I'm Steve. I'm a lawyer and I'm here to make sure Riley doesn't say anything that will get us in trouble. And I do so talk," he shoulders into Riley again.
Riley rubs his side and laughs. "Oh yes, you do, especially in the b-oof. Stop elbowing me. It's not like I’m going to share your pillow talk! Next you'll be telling them to get off our lawn."
Riley just lets out a mischievous laugh. "If you hadn't guessed, Steve's obviously the more mature one of the two of us, although that does not mean he is not without energy. Because believe me, the man has got stamina. If you know what I mean," he winks at me conspiratorially.
"Oh my God," Steve's cheeks go pink and he hangs his head. "I don't think the nice lady was expecting such a ribald interview."
"Oh come on, she wrote us, of course she was." Riley turns his attention back to me. "Speaking of interviews, did you have any questions?"
"Well, I was going to ask how things are going, but just watching the two of you, it's obvious things are going quite well."
Riley and Steve share an intimate look, one that makes me feel like I'm intruding. They find each other's hands and link them together before meeting my gaze again.
"Things are going well. My contracting business has taken off. I've actually had to hire a bookkeeper and another builder to help with all the jobs. And Steve is my personal lawyer, he looks over all the contracts, makes sure everything is on the up and up."
"I would agree with Riley. Things are going very well. We're even thinking about moving in together," he glances over at Riley and squeezes his hand.
"Well, that's fantastic news!"
"Yes it is," Riley says, a big smile spreading across his face. "It means I no longer have to drive thirty minutes if I want –"
"Okay, that's enough of that," Steve says sternly, leaning over and giving Riley a quick kiss on the mouth. Except Riley tangles his hand in Steve's hair and within seconds it's clear the interview is over.
"Well, um, thank you both for being here. I guess we'll sign off for now. They'll be available um, *cough* in a little while to answer any additional questions you might come up with. Just post them below. Thank you all!"
Thanks to Lillian for hosting me today!
Heavy rains and strong winds slammed an uprooted tree through Steve Crowell’s roof, leaving a gaping hole to match the one in his heart. After his ex left him for a younger man, Steve’s not sure he’s ready to handle another disaster. His best friend highly recommended the contractor, but the man’s already late, and when he shows up with his music thumping, Steve isn’t impressed—until Riley steps out of his pickup truck. Personable, gorgeous Riley talks a mile a minute, which Steve finds both ridiculously endearing and terrifying. Piecing together a heart isn’t as easy as fixing a roof, but Riley might just be the right man for the job.
I was just about to look at my watch again when I heard a pickup truck come rattling up the driveway, loud pop music blaring from the open window.
Silence reigned when the engine cut off. I watched as a wiry young man opened the door and stepped out. I looked him over and took in the muscular legs shaped by a tight pair of jeans. My gaze roved over muscles barely contained by a fitted, army green Henley, finally landing on bright green eyes set in a young face under a military-style buzz cut of brown hair.
"Hi." The young man strode forward, his hand outstretched. "I'm Riley Jones and you must be Steven Crowell. Sorry for being late. My dad tried to convince me to make him eggs and bacon instead of the oatmeal he should be eating for his heart, and he wouldn't let up until I promised to make him a big breakfast this weekend."
Confused by this outpouring of information, I found myself stupidly saying, "Breakfast?"
"Yeah, my mom died when I was in junior high, so it's been the two of us for so long that I just never moved out. I mean, I was gone during college, but then I came back, started my contracting business and it was just cheaper to live with him than get my own place. Then he had some heart trouble and if I don't make him eat right, he'll just eat burgers and fries or those god-awful frozen dinners all the time. And wow, sorry, I just keep talking, don't I? Why don't you show me what you need done, Mr. Crowell?"
Bio:Katherine Halle is known as the “Queen of Happy Endings.” She firmly believes that no matter what the obstacles, what the struggles, or how much angst is involved in the journey, that the ending should always be a happy one.
Katherine’s love of the written word started at a very early age with repeated demands of “read to me” to any who would listen. It was only natural that writing would follow. As a child, she could often be found daydreaming, thinking up fanciful stories and writing them down. Now she does it on a laptop. Much faster.
Katherine’s favorite animal is her dog. She likes books, movies, and quirky television shows, such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Hart of Dixie. She loves cooking and watching cooking shows. She has lived in both Europe and the United States and loved both. When she’s not writing or plotting, Katherine enjoys spending her time listening to music, reading books written by other people, and being with her family.
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