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Wednesday, 16 August 2023

A Slice of Cake With... Zoe Dawson

Today I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author Zoe Dawson.

Zoe says "I love to write. I always have. For me it doesn’t matter what genre it is, the constant is always the happily ever after.

I’m producing work that runs the gamut of genre—romantic comedy, new adult contemporary, urban fantasy, romantic erotica, and syfy/fantasy. Sounds crazy like I can’t make up my mind, but that’s so far from the truth.  Writing across all the genres is what excites me, keeps my mind fresh, and lets me tell the stories that are clamoring to get out. I’d tell you about the people in my head who talk to me, but don’t want you to freak out too much. So, I’ll keep that to myself.

I currently live in North Carolina, but hail from the beautiful Green Mountain State, Vermont. I miss the mountains, but love the warmth of not only the climate here in NC, but the warmth of the people I’ve meet since moving here.

The words feed my soul and the happily ever afters feed my heart."

What kind of books do you write?

I’m an outside-the-box thinker, so my plots are complex, nonconventional, and unpredictable, and you can expect expansive settings and deeply engaging characters that populate my stories. I write strong heroines who don’t care about stepping on toes, fight for what they believe in and know how to kick some ass, either verbally or physically and look good while doing it. My heroes are sexy guys with hearts of gold. Some live in small towns or big cities, and others travel a global landscape with a solid home base. Some have that laid back charm and bad boy quality, and others the special training to back up their disregard for danger, whether it’s running into bullets, shielding people, or doing what’s necessary. All of my stories are emotional, suspenseful tales of beating the odds, finding their place in the world, and falling deeply in love. That’s always the constant in my novels, the happily ever after.

Can you describe your writing why?

I have voices in my head who clamber for attention and their own, concrete story. (Don’t tell the guys with the white coats.) Seriously, I’m fueled by an imagination that won’t let me just live a normal life. I’ve got scenarios and fight scenes, people dangling off cliffs, firefights, sweat, blood, and tears, epic love, sassy characters, dangerously sexy men, and larger-than-life ideas for vast tales that I can’t contain. Writing is like breath for me. If I’m not telling a story, there’s no oxygen.

Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

This excerpt is from my recently completed manuscript, Easy, part of the SEAL Team EAST series, but Easy was actually introduced in my SEAL Team Alpha novel, Hemingway. Easy and Hemingway were swim buddies while they endured Basic Underwater Demolition/SEALs or BUD/S. He’s now on the East Coast with the Gold Guardians (a unit I made up), a covert, secret part of Special Operation Command, under the Department of Defense. They are stationed at Expeditionary Base Little Creek-Fort Story in Virginia Beach, Virgina.

She shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and stayed close to Easy. They walked against the howling wind driving water into their faces, so they could barely see where they were going. The whole world seemed to be made of sheets and sheets of water. 
They made it into the meager cover of the trees. The sky gave them very little light. Mountains rose around them, the tree line silhouetted in silver against the gray sky.  As she took a step, she could feel the water rushing over her ankles. She looked down, thinking she had stumbled into a stream. Confused, she looked at Easy, but then there was a rumbling roar and she looked to her side. A ten-foot rushing wave of water rolled toward her, and if that wasn’t bad enough, it had swept over the truck and caught it up with debris and branches. It was a raging flash flood.
Easy shouted, but it was too late. The water hit her with a driving force that knocked the breath out of her and took her off her feet in an instant. The power of it rolled her around in the stream like a rag doll and she couldn’t even get her bearings to try to swim, the sudden current swift and treacherous. Part of the truck’s door came perilously close to her head, the edge of the rusted metal scoring her cheek with a painful slice of pain. Without warning, the ground was gone and there was nothing there. She couldn’t even draw a breath to scream.
Then suddenly she stopped short, someone had her wrist as the water continued to pour over them and disappear below. It was a drop-off, and she couldn’t even see anything but darkness underneath her as she dangled in midair, the water continuing to strike her face, flowing over her shoulders.
Finally, the deluge slowed then stopped altogether. She gasped for breath as she looked up to see that Easy had his arm securely around a tree root.
“Don’t panic, Jack. If you thrash, I’ll lose my grip.”
It took everything she had, every ounce of willpower and trust she had in the man above her. “Okay,” she said, gritting her teeth.
“Good.” There was that beautiful calm voice, and it worked its soothing magic. “Look over your left shoulder. See that outcropping of land?”
She swiveled her head, and her mouth went dry. There was an outcropping all right, but the land was ragged and torn. It was clear trees had toppled, their roots ripped from the ground. There was no way to know if the rain and flash waters had loosened the dirt.
“I’m going to toss you over there. Grab on and don’t let go.”
Don’t let go? Oh, God. She looked up at him and met his gaze. They stared at each other as seconds passed. She felt a connection with him, strong and unbreakable. There was no way he was going to drop her, and no way he was going to let them die. All of that was in those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Are you going to count to three on this He-man maneuver, Prince Charming?”
He huffed a breath. “Jack–I can’t be both.”
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t argue with a woman dangling in mid-air. Now, that three-count?”
“Will that help?”
“No, but at least I’ll know when to dig deep for my inner spider woman.”


Tell us about your latest project

My current release is GQ, the third book in my SEAL Team Tier 1 series. My Tier 1 team has been battling an elusive and shadowy terror group called No Safe Haven, who leave behind a mutilated American flag with a red X through it and the no safe haven slogan. They have attacked Americans in Paris (Iceman, Book 1), and Bolivia (Preacher, Book 2). Usually a three-pronged attack: civilian, government, and military. But they have now confiscated a laptop leading them to London, England where the third book takes place. Here’s a description.

Ready to deliver some well-deserved justice to the terror group Remington "GQ" Nash and his teammates have been fighting, No Safe Haven, he and the team head to England where the next attacks are scheduled to happen. But this time they have confiscated a laptop they hope contains the information on the attacks they need to prevent them. To top it off, they have a team of NSA cryptologists on hand to decrypt the safeguards on the computer. That's when GQ meets, shy, repressed, and brilliant Dr. Celeste Potter, a woman so buttoned-up she hides behind her large glasses, baggy sweats, and unbound hair. He can't seem to help himself as he gets involved in bringing this woman out of her shell...and falling hard for her during an active and dangerous mission. Celeste is nonplussed to discover that this gorgeous Navy SEAL has taken an interest in her. It's the last thing she would have expected. Her life is reclusive by choice, the world is so intrusive, but this man draws her out bit by bit until she can no longer deny how much she has missed in her life, nor how she's going to handle this dynamic man. As the mission progresses, Celeste finds disturbing evidence that NSH has their sights set on her, and she can no longer ignore the real world for her safe bubble. Is she up for the final showdown where their lives are on the line and NSH's plans are so extreme, they could succeed in destroying everything?


What is your favourite cake?

Pretty simple. Chocolate layer cake—chocolate frosting, yellow cake. I prefer the store-bought kind from Harris Teeter. It’s so darn delicious and HT has my back, the slices come in individual servings, so I don’t overindulge (except on my birthday). 


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Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop. Never miss out on future posts by following me. 
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Wednesday, 15 March 2023

A Slice of Cake With Carol Cooper

Today I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author Carol Cooper.

Carol was walking on Hampstead Heath when she had the ambition of becoming a novelist. As she was training to be a doctor at the time, it was a while before she came close to fulfilling that dream.

Born in London, Carol was a few months old when her cosmopolitan family took her to live in Egypt. She returned to the UK at eighteen to go to Newnham College, Cambridge, where she studied medicine.

Her writing career developed alongside general practice and teaching medical students. She has written columns for leading newspapers and magazines, and has a string of health and parenting books to her name, including an award-winning textbook.

Her first two novels are contemporary tales set in London. A firm believer in writing what you know, she mined the rich material of her childhood for her third novel, The Girls from Alexandria.

Carol has three grown-up sons and three adult stepchildren. She lives with her husband, sharing her time between North London and Cambridge, where she is a Fellow at Newnham College. Another novel is on the way.

What kind of books do you write?

My novels all feature multicultural characters and have a medical strand. I started by writing contemporary fiction, but I also like to delve into the past, especially the mid twentieth century. 


Can you describe your writing why?

My mother was a writer so I had a wonderful role model right there. I’ve always written, starting with articles and music reviews as a student. Soon I felt the urge to write something a bit less ephemeral.


Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

I enjoy writing so much that it’s hard to choose just one section. This is from the first page of The Girls from Alexandria. 

From my hospital bed, I see right into the corridor. There goes the man in a beanie hat thing again, as he does several times a day. To the prayer room, I guess. The name for his hat won’t come for the moment. No surprise. I’ve begun to struggle with even simple words. The man keeps adjusting that hat as he strides down the corridor. Must know exactly where he’s headed. Lucky him. The other day, I found myself at the butcher’s when I’d meant to collect a book from the library.

A taqiyah. There’s the word for his hat. 

There’s no muezzin in British hospitals, but the man must heed an internal clock, just as a mechanism within my head reproduces the crash of the waves against the rocks, next door’s cockerel, a stray dog barking, the hooves of an exhausted donkey labouring up the hill, impatient klaxons at the crossroads, the fruity voice of Um Kalthoum on the radio, the penetrating call of the roba bikya man as he trawls the neighbourhood for junk, the tram that hurtles from one gloriously named station to the next, shifting its heavy human cargo through Chatby, Camp Caesar, Ibrahimeyya, Cleopatra, Sporting, Sidi Gaber, Roushdy, Glymenopoulo, and San Stefano, and, through it all, Rashida’s shrill demand for someone to bring her a knife that was both sharp and clean for a change. 


Tell us about your latest project

The Girls from Alexandria is about Nadia and her family. Originally from Egypt, Nadia is now 70 and living alone in London. Her brain is failing and her doctors don’t know why. Unless her sister is found, Nadia will end up in a care home. But Nadia’s sister disappeared from the family home in Alexandria 50 years ago and hasn’t resurfaced since, unless you count a few cryptic postcards. 

Now stuck in hospital, all Nadia can do is look again at those old postcards and delve into her own memories of long ago in Alexandria. Perhaps there’ll be something she missed at the time that will lead her to her sister.

The book is something of a love letter to the cosmopolitan Alexandria that no longer exists. Part historical fiction, part contemporary mystery, it’s a story of family, identity, and loss.

What is your favourite cake?

May I have a chocolate layer cake please? 


You can connect with Carol here:

Instagram: @drcarolcooper
Twitter: @DrCarolCooper
Amazon author page: Carol Cooper on Amazon

Join me next week when I will be having a slice of cake with Astrid Johnsson. 

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Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop. Never miss out on future posts by following me.
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