Welcome to Enchantress Of Books Brighton!! We're extremely happy to have you with us today!!! Congrats on the new release CAGED IN WINTER!
Thank you so much for having me!
Why don't we start with getting to know you better! Tell us all about you!!
Well, I’m a professional photographer turned author. I’ve been writing all my life, but what started as emo poems in my adolescent and teenage years turned into smut-filled fanfic in my late-twenties which turned into smut-filled original fiction a few years ago. I am the only female in a house overrun with boys. I like dancing to nineties pop music and singing loudly (and poorly) in the car. And if we meet, there’s a 95% chance I’ll work a that’s what she said joke into our conversation. Because I’m a lady.
Now tell us a little about CAGED IN WINTER.
The tough question! This is the one question I always dread because I’m so horrible at elevator pitches. Buuuuut… It’s the story of a stubborn, headstrong and emotionally unavailable girl who gets blindsided by a hot, sexy, tattooed chef who refuses to let her walk away.
What did you enjoy the most about writing CAGED IN WINTER?
I really loved a ton about this story. It was very easy to write, so that was rewarding, but I think what I loved the most was seeing Winter’s growth throughout the book and seeing how much she’d changed by the end.
Reviews have been coming in and all are raving and loving #TeamCade! Tell us why you think that is and what you love about Cade?
The response to Cade has been fantastic and I’m thrilled! He’s the exact kind of book boyfriend that always turns me to goo, so I’m glad so many others feel the same. I’ve talked about this a bit, and people are probably getting sick of me mentioning Gamma heroes, but I think that’s why so many readers love him. He’s that balanced mix of Alpha and Beta, giving us the best of both worlds.
Cade and I have something in common. We both went to Culinary School! It was refreshing to see that he was going to school to be a chef and she for computer programmer. What inspired you to have them study those fields?
Winter’s career was fairly easy to choose because I wanted something for her that could be isolating, since she lived her life that way. And for Cade, I had this asked before and couldn’t remember, but now that I’m telling the story of why I chose Winter’s career, I realize I chose Cade’s because I needed something that was artistic so they would cross paths on campus, but I didn’t want him to be an artist in the traditional sense. And, well, a tattooed hero who can cook is an automatic YES from me.
Thank you Brighton for hanging out with us today!!! Looking forward to reading more fantastic books!!
Thank you so much for inviting me here!
By Brighton Walsh
Blurb:
Aspiring chef Cade Maxwell is immediately, viscerally attracted to Winter Jacobson. But it’s not her mouthwatering curves he’s drawn to—it’s the strange emptiness in her eyes. When Cade saves her from a drunken customer with grabby hands, he’s shocked at her response…...
Winter doesn’t need Cade’s help. After a lifetime of getting by on her own, she’s happy to rely on herself. She’s exactly seventy-six days away from graduating college, and if she can hold it together that long, she’ll finally be able to rise above the crappy hand she was dealt.
But now, every time she turns around, Cade is there, ready to push her, smile at her, distract her from her plans. Winter knows she can’t afford to open up—especially to a man she’s terrified to actually want….
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Excerpt
I bend my knees so we’re eye level and tug on her hand until
she meets my gaze. “I don’t know what we could have. It might be nothing. But
I’ll be honest . . . I haven’t felt like this in a long time, and that’s enough
for me to know I want to see where it goes. Can’t we just see where it goes?”
With a deep sigh, she says, “I’m not right for you, Cade.”
“How about you worry about if I’m right for you. Let me
decide the other.”
And then before she can stop me, before she can utter
another word of opposition, I slide my hand up her arm, over her shoulder,
until it’s wrapped around her neck. With my other hand, I swipe a piece of hair
back with my fingers, and then lean in, brushing my lips against hers. After
only a moment, I pull back just enough for her to be able to tell me to stop.
When nothing comes, I close the distance between us once again, taking her
bottom lip in between mine. I brush my tongue against it, coaxing her mouth
open, and she breathes this sexy little gasp as I slip inside. She tastes like
cookies and wine, and I want to fucking devour her.
She grips my shirt with both hands, clutching me to her, and
I stop holding back and press every inch of my body against hers, groaning as
my cock presses fully against her. The moment a whimper comes from her, I know
she feels it. And I can’t muster up any embarrassment, because I want her to
feel it. Even with all her brass balls and fuck-everything attitude, something
tells me she needs reassurance, so I give it to her. In every stroke of my
tongue against hers, every brush of my thumb along her jaw, I show her how much
I want her.
When her chest is heaving, her lips parted and swollen and
so fucking hot, I trail kisses down her neck, seeking out every inch of skin
that’s uncovered. Her head thumps back against the wall, one of her hands gone
from gripping fistfuls of my shirt. Instead, she’s holding my head to her, and
I don’t want to stop. I want to kiss and lick every inch of her, slip my hands
under the material of her sweater, unbutton her jeans, and not stop until I
feel her soft wetness against my fingertips.
But the knowledge that she’ll regret it if I don’t stop
forces me to slow down.
I pull back, loosening my grip on her and putting an inch of
space between us. I kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and then her ear.
Against it, I whisper, “Don’t say no.”
There’s a beat of silence. Two. Three. And then she says the
sweetest word I’ve ever heard.
“Okay.”
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