Today is my stop on the Roomies blog tour. Check out my author interview!
Author: Lynn Stevens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Southhampton Design
Publication Date: August 20th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
The night before my wedding, I ran.
I needed a place to hide. A place to start over. A place to figure out how to move forward with my life.
When my cousin Lena offered me a rent free apartment in Chicago, it seemed like the perfect solution. And it was until the legal tenant, a Marine named Josh, returned early from his deployment overseas.
The little security I had shattered. I had no place left to go, and I couldn’t live with a man I didn’t know. But I had no choice. If he knew how badly I was damaged, he wouldn’t want me around. After all, that’s what he had told me over and over. Nobody would want me.
Maybe sometimes you have to run away to find yourself.
The night of my wedding, I ran, but I hadn’t ran far enough.
Interview with Lynn Stevens:
What was your inspiration for writing Roomies?
It started with the idea of two strangers living together and how someone would react to that situation. I needed a reason for how this happens, and it snowballed from there.
Which character in Roomies do you think you would get along with the most? How about the least?
I would probably get along with Val the best and Sam the least. Sam sucks.
What draws you to write in the Contemporary Romance genre?
I love all areas of romance from YA to NA. It’s just a natural progression.
What behind-the-scenes tidbit in your life would probably surprise your readers the most?
I’m a true introvert. I clam up when I meet new people.
Who has been the biggest supporter of your writing in your family?
My daughter, hands down the best cheerleader I could ever ask for.
Is being an author your full time job?
Do you like audiobooks, physical books, or e-books better? Why?
All of the above. I listen to non-fiction on audio, because I can’t read more than a page or two before I get sleepy and I can’t listen to fiction because I start rewriting it in my head and lose my place. I love physical books and e-books too. I read all sorts of fiction of my Kindle, but I also read physical books too.
How long on average does it take you to write a book?
Anywhere from 6 weeks to 3 or 4 years.
What is your favorite and least favorite part of the writing process?
Drafting is the hardest part for me. I get frustrated too easily. I love revising and editing.
Do you outline your novels or do you just write as it comes to you?
I do both. Normally, I outline, but sometimes I just write.
Are you working on another novel? If so, can you give us a small hint as to what it is about?
I’m working on 2 right now. One is tentatively titled The Rebound, and it’s a standalone set in the same world as my upcoming YA novel Extra Innings. The other one is titled Just One Song, and it’s set in the same theater as Just One Summer. I’m also in the process of outlining something outside of the world of romance.
Do you have any advice to offer aspiring authors?
Never give up.
Lena and Ryder’s latest argument greeted me as I climbed the stairs to the second floor apartments. They didn’t fight very often, but with their impending wedding, my cousin and her fiancé didn’t hold back their tempers or opinions. Of course, Lena liked it. She had to tell me how the make-up sex was worth his stubborn attitude. Information I didn’t want or need to know. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have a place to live. Or worse, I’d still be in Des Moines. I shook the thought out of my head. Des Moines was in the past and the people, including my mother, could stay there.
They’d quieted down by the time I reached the top of the steps. The shouting had toned into loud whispers. I smiled. Lena and Ryder were perfect for each other. I put my key in the door, pushing it opened. My heard froze. The door had opened without unlocking it. I couldn’t move. A shadow darted from the living room toward the back bedroom, my room. My legs unfroze. I stepped away slowly, hoping not to make a single sound until I rapped on Lena’s door. My back pressed against the white wood. I knocked again. The door gave way and I fell back into my cousin’s fiancé.
“Val?” Ryder asked.
I pointed toward the open door across the hall. My stomach churned, threatening to clear the gallon of decaf I’d sucked down in the last hour. This wasn’t happening. Chicago was supposed to be my safe haven. Nobody knew I was here. Nobody was supposed to find me. I closed my eyes and prayed it was a robber, not somebody worse. I turned to move into Lena’s apartment, to push Ryder back in and away from the danger, but strong hands squeezed my upper arms. Ryder moved me out of the way like I was a rag doll. Just the mere touch of his fingers made me want to curl up in a ball. I couldn’t keep living like this.
Ryder pushed by me in his bare-chested glory, his sculpted muscles cut with scars from his days as a Marine. I’d never seen a guy with a prosthetic leg move with so much grace. He rushed into my apartment. Well, not mine, not really. It was Ryder’s and his USMC buddy Josh’s place. Since Ryder spent most of his time at Lena’s and Josh was deployed, they’d let me move in until Josh returned in a couple of months. I hoped to be out of their way by then.
Why didn’t he just call 911? Why didn’t I?
I ran after him. Nightmares of Des Moines invaded by mind, but I shoved them back into their compartment. Ryder could get hurt. I’d never forgive myself if that happened. Not that I had ever been able to forgive myself for much of anything. Lena deserved happiness, and I would make sure she had it even if I couldn’t.
It was still dark inside the apartment when a loud “oomph” sounded in the hallway. I flipped on the light, illuminating Ryder on top of the would-be robber. As I stared at the unfamiliar face, all I could think was thank God it wasn’t Sam.
“Jesus, Ryder, I know you missed me, but tackling hugs aren’t necessary,” the robber said.
“Josh?” Ryder sat up, still straddling the guy’s lap.
It would’ve been funny had the circumstances been any different. Or even slightly different. Suddenly I longed for the home invader and not the roommate’s return. I’d have to move. There was no way I could stay here.
Lynn Stevens flunked out of college writing her first novel. Yes, she still has it and no, you can’t read it. Surprisingly, she graduated with honors at her third school. A former farm girl turned city slicker turned suburbanite, Lynn lives in the Midwest where she drinks coffee and sips tea when she’s out of coffee. She’s the author of Full Count and Game On..