Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex.
What’s your background? What makes you you?
Well, my name is Thomas and I was born and raised in Boston, where my parents and younger brother, Donald still live. He’s a fireman and my folks are veterinarians. After I returned from a stint in Iraq my Uncle Jack talked me into entering law enforcement. For a while I served on the SWAT team but decided I wanted a change of scenery. A place more laid back and peaceful, to be exact. So I picked up and moved to a rural area outside of Boston.
What is your main goal in life?
(big sigh) I wasn’t sure until I met Julie. I mean, I know I wanted to meet someone I could share my life with. I thought I had in Boston but it turned out she only wanted fun and sex. Julie is different. I knew that the moment I looked into her eyes. So in answer to your question, my main goal in life is keeping her in mine. We’re good together. (he smiles)
How do you see yourself?
I’m pretty easy going I guess. Family is important to me. And though I’ve always liked animals, Julie has turned me into an activist. I actually stopped to help Harriet, the resident pond turtle, cross the street the other day. That old girl is lucky she lives where we live.
What would be your biggest wish/desire?
(he shrugs) Never gave it much thought. I’m pretty happy right now. If I have to put something into words I’m thinking it would have to be settling down and starting a family. And not because my folks are hounding me to.
There’s an elderly person and a young child each on a separate cliff top, each are going to fall/jump. Who’d you save (if any)? If both, how? If neither, why?
You know I’m a cop, right? All I have to do is radio for help and both would be saved. (he smiles) There are no easy answers. If I was only able to save one, it would be the child. They still have their whole future ahead of them. They deserve a chance to live. Not saying the elderly person doesn’t deserve the same chance. But they’ve at least lived their life. And I would think the elderly person would want me to rescue the child, too.
Let’s meet the author Tory Richards: Hi Tory, how do you juggle a writing schedule?
That’s not as easy as I thought it would be once I retired from Disney. I live with my daughter’s family and that includes two grandchildren under the age of ten. Being that I make myself available to help out whenever I’m needed, my time is not all mine. I do get in some writing and promotional time during the afternoons and evenings.
What/who do you draw inspiration from?
Inspiration can come from anything. A movie, a book I’m reading, a dream. Maybe a place or an incident. All it takes is a tiny thought, and from there a book is born. I went to Alaska in 2004 and the beauty of that place, our adventures, inspired me to write Someone to Love Me. The inspiration to write All the Right Moves came from an idea that it would be cool to have a mynah bird as a pet. Hence Harold, the heroine’s mynah bird was born and a plays a big part in the story.
How do you deal with bad reviews?
I remind myself that a bad review is only the opinion of one reader. Bad reviews happen to all of us. If I’m lucky enough to be given advice or positive feedback then I look at that as a good thing. I don’t take bad reviews personal but try to use them to make myself a better writer. I won’t spend my time trying to defend my writing to someone who didn’t like it because they’re entitled to their thoughts.
Promoting is something ALL authors struggle with. How are you managing yours?
I probably do more promotion than writing. It’s never ending and time consuming but a necessity if you want to get your name out there. It can also be expensive. I’m living on a self-imposed budget right now and spending time searching for sites that offer up free services. There’s tons of wonderful websites out there that offer both free and paid services so I’ve been lucky. And I’m always looking for something new. The key is keeping your name and titles out there.
What is your book about? Genre, theme, essence etc.
Instant Attraction is my first erotic romance with Total-E-Bound. It’s also my first interracial romance.
It’s the story about a motorcycle cop who leaves the big city and pressure of being on a SWAT Team and moves to a rural area. His objectives are finding a little peace in his life, and maybe find someone to share it with him. Then along comes a sweet animal activist and from the first time they meet they can’t keep their hands off each other.
|Author Tory Richards.|
In Tory’s own words: ‘I’m a grandma who likes to read and write smut. I am also a daughter, mother, sister, aunt, friend, and author. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. During most of my life it was just a hobby. It wasn’t until the encouragement of my family that I submitted to a publisher. Cupid’s Arrow, under my real name Debbie Wallace, was on the publisher’s best sellers list for two consecutive months.
‘I live in sunny Florida but was born in Maine. Any kind of sandwich is my preference, and I love chocolate, sweet iced tea and good coffee. Retired from Disney, and living with my daughter, her family and four cats, I spend my time between family, friends and writing. In that order.’
Julie was almost home when the sky opened up and released a torrent of rain, so thick it was blinding. She tapped on the brakes and slowed her PT Cruiser down. The winding road to her place was crudely paved, like a lot of country roads in the area. The shoulder of the road was nothing but a river of mud sliding over the slight embankment down into the retention ponds on both sides. She was aware that if she drifted over the line in these conditions she could easily end up in the water. She’d seen it happen before.Arriving at the last sharp corner before her house, she slowed even more. A large oak tree growing too close to the road provided a blind spot. She didn’t want to take any chances that someone wasn’t coming from the other direction, driving down the middle of the road to avoid the excess water. Just as she turned the corner a dark, blurry something in the road caused her to slam on the brakes.
“Holy crap!” Her car skidded to a halt. She hadn’t felt any thump and knew she had managed to stop in time. Thoughts of Harriet, the old pond turtle, immediately came to mind. She’d been around for as long as Julie could remember, and was often seen crossing the road from one pond to the other.
Julie sat there for a moment and watched the rain splash against her windshield. At least her car was getting a good wash. She scooted up and tried to see over the hood but the rain impeded her vision. And her windows were fogging quickly. The only thing left to do was wait and give Harriet time to cross the street.
A flash in her rear-view mirror drew her attention. The light coming down the road indicated someone was moving up behind her. The fact that it was a single light confirmed it was a motorcycle, and it had to be her hunky new neighbour, the cop. He’d moved in a couple of weeks before. Julie hadn’t had the chance to take him a welcome basket yet, so the only thing she knew about him was that his name was Thomas Reevers. As he got closer, she realised he might try to go around her.
“Dang it!” Julie became concerned about Harriet. She couldn’t just sit there and let her get run over. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had to rescue her in perilous conditions.
Julie picked her up and slowly walked across the road with the intention of putting her down on the shoulder, and nudging her in the direction of the pond. As soon as she stepped onto the somewhat slimy shoulder she went down hard, releasing a high-pitched scream and just managing to hold on to Harriet. Landing on her back, Julie felt mud and water soak through her clothes. With the wind knocked out of her, she set the turtle down and remained where she was until she could catch her breath.
“Are you all right?”She glanced straight up to see the motorcycle rider standing over her. It was hard to tell from her position, but he appeared tall and well-built. His jeans were soaked, revealing thick thighs. His brown, bomber-style leather jacket glistened and looked old. His black helmet hid his features from the neck up.