Hello Susan and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!
You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?
I’m going to be completely mercenary here, be a bit of a bitch and people may well hate me for what I’m going to say. I’d look myself in the eyes and say to me 'If you bloody fall in love, make sure it’s with a rich man. Rich like Croesus. Yes you need to love him too, and be happy, just make sure he has money too. It’s achievable. ' Then when I write my first book much earlier on in my life instead of being *coughs loudly' years old, I won’t have to work and I can focus on what I love most which is writing stories about sexy men. Of course, I’d probably not listen to myself, and bleat on about it all sounding a little grasping and greedy, whatever happened to true love despite his net worth blah blah blah but at least I can say I tried.
So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?
Pour myself another cup of tea and offer them one. Everyone knows the British use tea as the balm to all evil. If they didn’t like that tea, I could always throw the tea at them and run like the blazes. Hopefully I won’t be blazing too.
Describe yourself using song lyrics
Oh good lord. Really? *sighs* Well, okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This might not be a description of me, but it’s something I do.
PS To be sung to the tune of 'I have often walked down this street before' from My Fair Lady.
PPS This is my husband singing.
I have often walkedIn this lounge before,To see a frazzled author lying on the floor.She is mumbling so - it’s too sad to seeHer lying there, with that drool on her chin..
It maybe doesn’t quite fit the original cadence of the lyrics but it was the best I could do. If you want to see the original, here it is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0udu4KYv1zI
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)
The man sitting opposite him was nothing like his last partner. Where Matt had been cruel, this one was kind; where Matt had been a taker, Lucien was a giver. Thomas sat at the restaurant table, surrounded by the quintessential wrappings of a Valentine’s Day gift with candles, soft music and an ambience that could not have been created better had it been a romance movie. When Lucien saw his gaze, he smiled softly, slightly hesitantly, and in that minute, when his eyes shone with the light of the flickering candle, and his beautiful skin flushed with the intensity of Thomas’s heated gaze, Thomas knew in his heart that he had fallen. Irrevocably, undoubtedly fallen. In lust, in desire, in need, in anticipation, in friendship. Most of all, he’d fallen in love - for the first time in his life. The feelings he had for the man with sable curls, eyes the colour of honey and skin like soft creamy velvet, this surge of passion and fulfilment Thomas held locked in his heart- that was all for Lucien Crane. There could never be anyone else, would never be anyone that made his pulse race and send shivers of delight through his body.
What makes you inexplicably happy?
Lots of things, mostly little ones. Dressing up to go a theatre night, and breathing in the excitement of the West End. Seeing my children do well, seeing them happy and fulfilled, and recognised for the great human beings that they are. Seeing my books do well obviously, knowing people are buying them. Hearing from someone I haven’t heard from in a long time, wanting to get together and bond…
What is your biggest, most-wild writing dream? (Nothing is too outlandish!)
It’s pretty simple actually. I want a beautiful big mansion in the English countryside, overlooking fields and forests. I want a study with a library that looks like something out of Captain Nemo’s submarine, all wood, leather, bronze and red. I want huge picture windows looking out into the gardens. My desk would be by the window and as I type my next novel, I want the butler asking me quietly what I’d like as refreshment. I want the security of riches to support me into old age as I concentrate on simply doing what I love best without worrying about the future. Or how many books I’m selling. Or why I’m not selling lol…
What is your favorite literary quote?
This is it. It’s simple but heartfelt. And true.
"Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance."
One Day by David Nicholls
What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?
Anything with starch and pastry. Sausage rolls, pies, crisps, pretzels. I have a definite savoury tooth.
Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.
When I first started out, it was reading reviews. Especially those on Goodreads. For someone just starting out, it wasn’t a good thing to do. I rejoiced in the good reviews and fell apart at the bad. My editor told me to put on my big girl pants and roll with it. I learnt to develop a thick skin, that you can’t please everyone and now I’m pretty blasé about the bad ones, and ecstatic about the good ones.
And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?
Oh it has to be the long haired ones. I love them, they look like walking mop heads. So damn cute and small enough to take anywhere.
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London’s saucy up-and-coming chef, Eddie Tripp has just the right recipe to drive tragedy from the mind of Gideon Kent—and leave him senseless with desire.
From Soho to Norwich, there’s no escaping love.
A TASTE OF FOREVER
An award-winning chef with his own restaurant and an inexhaustible passion, Gideon Kent once had everything. Then came tragedy. It stole more than Gideon’s home. He hasn’t cooked since.
Until Eddie Tripp. Fun-loving and vivacious, the Norfolk redhead’s a real up-and-comer in Gideon’s kitchen—and other places. Slim where Gideon’s broad, easy-going where Gideon is growly, he and Gideon seem polar opposites, and yet Eddie conjures flavors that would tempt anyone with a taste for perfection. The sauce of love is already simmering, and this pair is about to dine on the most delicious dish they’ve ever prepared. Because Eddie’s been Gideon’s missing ingredient all along.
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Excerpt: Eddie kissed back, wanting nothing more than this moment, this man in his body and his lips on his. Somewhere a bell rang and for a minute Eddie thought it might be the sound of his own passion translated to tinkling sleigh bells and fireworks like in the cartoon movies when two people kissed. He smiled at that thought then as the bell got more insistent and irritating, he turned to Gideon only to find he was no longer there. Eddie scowled and reached across to where the annoying bell sound was….
About the Author:
Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.
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