Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Featured Author: Kate Canterbary

Welcome Today's Featured Author
Kate Canterbary!!!

Underneath It All - The Walsh Series #1 
Kate Canterbary
If I had known I'd have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I'd have made time for a pedicure. Also, a little chat about not losing my shit at all the wrong moments. 
Hindsight was a bitch, and karma…well, I didn't know her story yet. 

Meet Lauren Halsted. 
It's all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos. 

After I fell ass-over-elbow into Matthew Walsh's arms. 

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming. 

Meet Matthew Walsh. 
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn't letting anyone tell her what to do. 

Unless, of course, she was naked. 

She wasn't looking for me and I sure as shit wasn't looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink. 

Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws them down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.

Excerpt 1:
Tipsy. I was definitely tipsy.
Tequila was to blame for the current state of blissfully inebriated affairs, such as they were. His tie sat crisply folded beside his beer bottle, green with small pink shapes, and the collar of his white shirt gaped open. And I wanted to taste him right there.
It was late, the bar nearly empty, and far, far past the proper end for a normal business meeting, but this stopped being a business meeting when we walked through the door.
None of my other first dates—or fourths, for that matter—involved hole-in-the-wall bars or innuendo-laced discussions of architecture. They never involved Matthew Walsh either. This was all rather peculiar, much like that fun, buzzy feeling in my body. He smiled at me, a smug, knowing expression that told me he was watching my inhibitions evaporate by the minute.
"If you hadn't come out with me? What would you be doing tonight?"
"I'm not winning at work-life balance these days," I said with a grimace. "I'd probably be working on a few overdue projects."
Matthew held up his palm and I stared at it for an embarrassingly long time before meeting his high five. His fingers laced with mine, and for a moment, I could only gape at the way they layered together. He was touching me and I liked it, and somewhere in my head I knew this was strange. I wasn't into boys right now. I mean, I wasn't into girls, either, but I wasn't doing the whole boys and dates and worry about whether I shaved my legs thing.
"Balance is overrated."
I laughed. "Yeah? And what would you be doing? If you didn't maneuver me into drinking with you all night, that is."
"Maneuver? That's strong."
He rubbed his thumb against my palm, and I bit down on my lip to prevent the tipsy giggles from leaking out.
It was just a thumb circling a palm, and it shouldn't have been especially delightful, but if confronted with a choice between this and calorie-free cupcakes, I saw no contest. I liked this, and I didn't want it to stop. 

Excerpt 4:
07:41 Matthew: i want dinner with you tonight.
07:44 Lauren: that was a statement. maybe you meant to ask me a question, caveman.
07:53 Matthew: my apologies, Miss Halsted. Would you have dinner and drinks with me tonight?
07:53 Matthew: I actually mean dinner. You're absolutely welcome to suck my cock, but let's eat first.
07:54 Lauren: I'm not sure about that. My day is jammed. I fly out at 7 tomorrow morning and I haven't packed a thing, and most of my life is being held hostage at the dry cleaner
07:54 Matthew: here are the givens: you need to eat. I need to eat. We both work too fucking much.
07:54 Matthew: You'll be with my sister a few hours this afternoon and you probably need a ride to the airport tomorrow.
07:55 Matthew: and you really like my cock in your mouth.
07:55 Matthew: as I see it, we should hang out tonight
07:55 Matthew: get dinner with me and I'll bring you to the airport. Problems solved, cocks sucked.
08:06 Lauren: why am I not surprised you responded with some elaborate theory?
08:07 Lauren: and am I reading this correctly – you'd like me sucking multiple cocks?
08:07 Lauren: I signed up for drinks, not an orgy.




The Space Between - The Walsh Series #2
by Kate Canterbary
Some lines are meant to be crossed. 

That hair. 

That fucking hair. 

It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. 

And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice. 

Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings. 

My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package. 

Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body. 

*This is the second book in The Walshes Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel.

Excerpt 1:
"This is the best taco truck in Boston," Patrick said, gesturing to the van parked between Harrison and Concord in the South End. "The best. No pickled beets or arugula. Real tacos. You like tacos, right? If you don't, this isn't going to work out."
"Haven't met a taco I don't like," I replied from the passenger seat of Patrick's Range Rover.
"If you tell anyone about this, or put it on Twitter, and then everyone and their uncle shows up and I can't get a taco? You'll be pulling permits at City Hall for the next six years."
"I can handle that."
With a nod, we headed toward the van. We ordered the day's special, barbacoa de costilla, and he inclined his head toward the park across the street. It was cold but the late afternoon sun seeped through my skin, and I turned my face toward it when we settled on a stone bench. The tacos were delicious, and when I told Patrick as much, he grunted in agreement. It was a raw, beautiful sound that annihilated Operation Don't Think About Patrick Walsh Naked.
I wanted to hear that sound again. I wanted to cause that sound. I ate my tacos, staring at a bronze statue of a rider on horseback, reminding myself to stop thinking about sex.

Kate Canterbary doesn't have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean--Pacific or Atlantic--is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people--be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane--ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn't writing sexy architects, she's scheduling her days around the region's best food trucks.

Interview with Kate Canterbary:

Can you tell us a little about your books?
I write The Walsh Series, a contemporary erotic romance series that follows a family of architects living and working in Boston. While this family has its share of shadows and scars, they put the 'fun' in dysfunctional.

Which one of your books is your favorite?
This feels like choosing my favorite kid! 

I adored writing The Space Between, and I love Andy and Patrick. I could probably write Andy and Patrick until they're old and gray. Andy -- yeah, she can be hard to love -- but she's real and unapologetic about who she is, and whenever I thought about softening her, I remembered that I liked her because of her realness, her flaws. And Patrick. He's such an irritable, precious teddy bear. 

Between Patrick and Matthew, which one would you rather date?
Oh my god. I can't possibly answer that! 

All right - I'd date Matthew. He reminds me a lot of Mr. Canterbary, and I need some easy going to balance my intensity. 

Do you have any “odd” writing habits?Not too many. I started out in newspapers, and news moves a bit too quickly to keep habits other than getting the words on the page as rapidly as possible. (there are plenty of days when I pretend I'm in a newsroom and on deadline because I just can't get the words to flow. Sometimes it works - but if anyone has an audio file of a 1990s newsroom, holler at me!)

My oddest habit - at least in 2014 - is that I must, must, must edit and revise on paper. I print the whole bloody thing out and page through it with my red pen, and keep my old revision in empty diaper boxes in my guest room.

Do you listen to music while you write?
No - but I do have playlists for each book. Whether it's my advanced age, mom brain, or not getting enough sleep for a few years, I can't concentrate on my words while listening to music anymore. 

When did you know you wanted to write a book?
I've always had stories wandering around my mind, and after my little one was born, I found myself with long, exhausted hours spent nursing, rocking, and changing. I started building those stories, and typing my ideas while the baby slept on my shoulder.

What's one random fact about yourself that you can share?
I was a competitive cheerleader throughout high school. This comes as a surprise to most folks. I'm a should I say...snarky, and most people don't associate that with megawatt smiles and high ponytails. 

(I can still rock the high pony, by the way. And the hair bow)

What's your favorite holiday?
I'm an Irish girl from Boston. I'm all about St. Patrick's Day, although I've never had green beer. Why would I drink green beer when there's perfectly wonderful normal beer? Or better yet - tequila?

Are you attending any author signing event in 2015?
My schedule is still coming together, but I'll keep y'all posted! 

What are writing projects are you currently working on?
I am thrilled to be working on the third book in The Walsh series! This one centers around Sam Walsh, and he's quite the complex creature. He's a bit of a germaphobic manwhore, and then Tiel Desai crashes into his world, and things change for Sam.

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