Please welcome the
lovely Amy Andrews to the bloggity today. She is here to promote her
Outback Heat series and talk about playing God.
ps. Check out those
smoking hot book covers!!!
Playing God
One of the coolest things about being an author is getting to play God.
I relished this position when creating my new small town romance
series, Outback Heat. I wanted a town in rural Australia that was only
about two hours from a major centre and I wanted it to be sheep country
with mountains and springs about an hour’s drive away. I wanted it to
be in drought and threatened by bushfires when I needed it to be but
also have rain and water in the springs for couples to get all hot and
heavy in when required. It’s fair to say that the general area where I
set it could have all those elements in one small place but the fact
is, when you play God and you’re creating a place and a community that
isn’t real, you can just make all that stuff up. Which is what I did.
:-)
And Jumbuck Springs was born.
It has a population of about two thousand, a small hospital as well as
a police station, a fire station and an ambulance service. But only two
pubs. Anyone who’s been in outback Australia knows that most small
towns have at least four pubs and they usually sit diagonally opposite
each other on the main intersection in town. Essentially I was able to
load Jumbuck Springs up with all the elements that should be in every
small town but alas are not. But hey, fictitious town – yay!
Now, I’m a city girl. I’ve lived in cities for a long time but I grew
up in a small town. So whilst I may have embellished and manipulated
the environs of the town, I knew Jumbuck Springs. I knew the streets
and the people and the smell and the scenery and the colour and the
feel. I knew what the footy field looks like and what the pub
smells like and the hot shimmer of heat bouncing off the bitumen along
the main drag in the middle of December. I know the monotony of miles
of endless scrub and gum trees and the massive paddocks of the
surrounding farms. I knew what the local politician looked like and the
local baker and the local dentist. So I knew I could write the heart of
a small town.
And I hope you agree. The first book in Outback Heat –
Some Girls Do –
released a couple of weeks ago and the second one –
Some Girls Don’t –
released yesterday. Over the next month both Some Guys Need A
Lot of Lovin’ and Some Girls Lie will also be released. Throughout you
will meet the Weston family. From little sister Lacey to Jarrod to
Marcus and finally Ethan all finding their HEA’s in the bosom of
Jumbuck Springs. I won’t deny it gets pretty hot in the old town –
sparks and passions flare on a regular basis between our couples but
small town people have big hearts that need some big, big love.
Amy, your little town reminds me of the town we live in now, and the
region as well. The Hunter Valley is two hours outside of Sydney and
has all those things you talk about ... plus WINE! I so get what you
mean about small towns, though in reality, Cessnock, our closest town
is not all that small.
And now a little about the book ...
Synopsis
Local television reporter Selena
Durrum is in Jumbuck Springs for three days. Get in, see her
grandmother, give her speech, and get out. Her career is about to hit
big and she can’t afford any distractions. Especially not her childhood
sweetheart…
Jarrod Weston, rural firefighter, isn’t worried about seeing the woman
who’d done a midnight runner on him fifteen years earlier. It was a
long time ago and he’s moved on with his life… right?
But neither of them were ready for their still potent attraction and
the heavy pull of unfinished business. But then Selena gets offered the
opportunity of a lifetime and once again has to choose between love and
career… Will she go with her heart, or her head?
Excerpt
“You can leave with a clear conscience,
Selena. I’m a big boy, I know casual sex when it lands in my lap.”
Selena blinked as his words
slapped her hard in the face. Is that how he’d thought of it? Sex with
Jarrod may have been a one off but there hadn’t been anything casual
about it. Not for her anyway. “It wasn’t casual sex.”
He gave her an oh-really look. “How
would you describe it?”
Was he serious? Did he really think she
didn’t know that it had meant something to him too? “You are pissed
that I’m going.”
“I’m not.” He shook his head. “I’m just
debating your definition of casual. We had sex. We’re not in a
relationship. Now you’re leaving with no intention of continuing to
have sex with me. I think that’s the very definition of casual.”
“I think casual is about more than
frequency or infrequency as the case may be. It’s also
about...intention.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you intending
that we should do it more often? You going to...drop in for a booty
call every now and then? Or were you hoping for a bit of goodbye action
in the firehouse?”
Blood flushed to Selena’s cheeks. He was
definitely pissed at her. “Oh nice, Jarrod,” she said, sucking in a
breath ignoring the primal beat inside her that had leapt to life at
his crude suggestion. “Real nice.”
She brushed past him heading for the
door. She had better things to do than stand here and be cheapened by
him.
“Shit. Selena...stop,” he said, one hand
sliding onto her shoulder, the other over her hand on the knob, his
naked front sandwiching her between him and the door. “Don’t go.”
Selena’s hand paused. Her breathing came thick and soupy. She pressed
her forehead against the back of the door.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his lips
brushing her temple.
Selena shut her eyes against the
huskiness in his voice and the stir of his breath in her hair. “Do you
honestly think this was just some booty call?”
“No...God...I’m sorry,” he muttered
pressing a kiss to her temple this time. “I just...” his hand dropped
from her shoulder sliding down her back to her hip, goose bumps fanning
out in its wake. His other hand joined in, sliding onto her opposite
hip. “These bloody shorts have been driving me nuts since the footy.”
He ran his hands onto her ass and
squeezed. Selena bit down on her lip to stop herself from moaning as
she gripped the door knob harder.
“All I’ve been able to think about,” he
muttered, his hands gliding around to the front, his lips just behind
her ear now, “is getting in them.”
“Jarrod,” she gasped as he rubbed her
intimately through the fabric and things inside her shorts started to
meltdown. “This is crazy...”
“I know,” he said, his voice strained.
“God...don’t you think I know that?”
Other books in the series:
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Book 3 - Some Girls
Need a Lot of Lovin' - COMING
SOON
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Book 4 - Some Girls
Lie
COMING SOON
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Author Info

Amy is an award-winning, best-selling Aussie
author who has written over fifty contemporary romances in both the
traditional and digital markets.
She loves good books, fab food, great wine and frequent travel -
preferably all four together.
She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous
mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.
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