I sub in high schools during the
school year. Otherwise I'm writing and blogging about my books--and reading and
writing reviews. Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too. I
often read while camping with my long-time HEA.
Our four adult kids sometimes join us. I also enjoy sewing--mostly masks
these days-- crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and
baking--cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I'm known for my never-fail pie
crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family's favorites, that I featured
in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.
Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write? And why?
Fiona:
My usual genre is Contemporary, because as I point out on my blog page, the
idea of sex without birth control is very scary indeed! I'm old enough to
remember when it wasn't available at all for Mom and my aunts--and I worry for
my children, that the choices might not always be there for them.
That being said, I've had dreams
that present me with entire story arcs. I even had one character speak to me
directly in a dream, telling me I was having writer's block because I was
giving the heroine the wrong hero--it had to be him. That one turned out to my
only vampire romance (so far.)
Beverley:
Who
influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
Fiona:
That would be my mom and her sisters, who used to trade grocery store bags full
of romances back and forth. I was allowed to read them when I got older. I can
remember watching as Mom drop-kicked a book across the room, yelling at the
author, "All that build-up and NO sex? I'm never reading YOU again!"
LOL. So I make sure that there are steamy, open-door scenes in all of my books.
I like to read stories like that, and I know Mom did--I hope there are other
readers who agree with us!
Beverley:
What
gets your creative juices flowing?
Fiona: Inspiration for my muse
can come from anywhere. A picture of someone I can envision as a heroine or
hero--glancing at someone in a public place--dreams--or just fleeting thoughts
during a daydream. Sometimes my muse gets bossy, but I like her like that. I
hope she never stops prodding me to write!
Beverley:
Do you
have a favorite cartoon character? Why?
Fiona:
I'm going to show my age here, but I've always liked the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. My favorite character is Natasha
Fatale, the Russian spy who works with Boris Badenov. (a play on an actual Russian
name--"Goodenov.") Natasha knows that the guy she's working with is
an idiot, but she has no choice--he's her boss. I've always thought it would be
really cool to be the secret agent who gets to travel all around the world,
doing things that hopefully make the planet a safer place. That's why I like to
write about female spies.
Beverley:
Who would
you love most to meet" in person" and why?
Fiona: Me
faither (father) was from Glesga (Glasgow), brought up poor. After WWII was
over, he moved to Chicago. He took his bride home to meet his parents once, but
back then it was a long journey on an ocean liner. Mom got pregnant with me on
that trip, and once you have kids, you have lots more expenses. We were never
able to go visit my grandparents, and they couldn't afford to come here. So I
never met them. If I could, I've love to travel to Scotland to meet them--and to
let my gramma know that I got her wedding ring after her daughter passed away,
and it will be on my right-hand ring finger until I pass on--then it will
belong to my daughter.
Beverley:
If you
had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
Fiona:
Unless I'm actually camping, I always want to be--so if I got any time off, I'd
love to head into the woods, set up our tiny Scamp camper, and make myself at
home. Then I could hike in the woods to enjoy breathing in the fresh oxygen,
and hug a few trees. I'd go back to my campsite to listen to the birds while I
read.
Beverley:
What are
you working on now?
Fiona: I
have 3 or 4 stories in various stages of completion in my laptop. I alternate
which one I'm working on. I'm also re-editing 3 more of my books I
self-published on Smashwords. And I'm reading and reviewing for the TBRPile
review site. I'm also sewing masks for family and friends. I keep busy.
I never set out to write a
series--I just write a story. But often I get so fond of the supporting
characters, that I have to write subsequent book(s) after that, because the
characters loudly demand that I do so. I
wrote Secret Lover because I've always loved spy movies and TV shows,
but I'm always frustrated that the only females are usually either damsels in
distress, or villains. I want to BE the agent with the mad skills that can save
the day. I wrote 2 sequels to this book, Undercover Lovers, and No
More Secrets, which also has characters in it from my Minnesota Romances series.
Blurb for Secret Lover:
Sheena has spent 12
years saving
the world, one assignment at a time. She enjoys the work, but
is getting bored. She tries her usual
cure; a new man. What starts out as a hot affair with a famous action movie
star becomes serious--she develops feelings. And in her world, even having
feelings is dangerous. Indulging them by falling in love can be deadly--for
both of them.
Sheena had to leave the man she fell for in a hurry, when she got
her next assignment. She hasn't seen him for two years--agents are not supposed
to get attached to anyone, for everyone's safety. She walks into a Hollywood
party with the IRA cell she's embedded with, so the boys can bed some babes
while they wait for a gun shipment. She's horrified when the man she can't see
again is up on the stage, playing with the band--while watching her. She runs
upstairs to hide in the bathroom, to figure out how to leave without being outed--or worse.
After a short pause,
the pounding started again.
"Go away! Find
another bathroom!" She yelled
louder, starting to channel her emotional upheaval into the safety of
controlled anger, which instantly made her feel calmer and more herself.
The pounding only got
more insistent.
Anger
is good, she thought, as she
stomped over to the door to fling it open, yelling, "What the fuck is your
problem?"
"You are." Hickory
Woods pushed her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
"What are you
doing up here?" She hated the panic
that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her, as she felt his raw anger wash over
her in waves. "Why aren't you still on the stage? With the band?"
"Why the hell are
you with him?" His anger, made
the room feel cramped. "I thought you said you couldn't be seen in public
with celebrities like me. In you stroll with him, the current flavor of the
month, and I had to watch him groping you?" He loomed dangerously over her.
She backed away from him, to find herself trapped
by the wall-to-wall counter of the sink behind her. "That's none of your
business." She was aware of how
vulnerable her voice sounded, but not able to get it under control yet.
"Just like your
leaving me in Berlin was none of my business?" His face was dark, and his
voice dripped with scorn and anger. "You never told me what your business
is. At this point, I'm guessing high-class hooker. Was I a freebie, or are you
just behind in your billing?"
"Cory, just let me
leave, and forget about me, okay?" She tried not to sound like she was pleading. She had spent years perfecting how to order
men around, but right at this moment, she would have begged if it would get her
away from this man she still wanted so much, but had hurt so badly.
His eyes were wild as
he pushed forward with his hips, to trap her between the sink counter and the
unmistakable bulge in his pants. "I can’t forget about you, damn it! That's
the problem. You're in my blood. I want you so bad I can taste it!" His
hands grabbed her urgently, and he ran them along her naked back, down to the
cleft in her behind, watching his hands move in the mirror behind her. He
gripped her hips and ground himself into her. With a groan, he moved one hand
up to grab her hair and force her face up to accept his kiss, a punishing
battering of her lips with his.
She cried out from the
pain of her hair being twisted around his hand, and he forced his tongue into
her mouth and laid claim to her, despite her objections. Gasping, she tried to
push him away, but since she didn't want to actually hurt him, she couldn't use
any of the skills she had honed over the years. And the truth was that she
wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hands crept up along his back as she
leaned into him, pressing herself against him with strength of passion equal to
his own.
He groaned again, as he became aware that she
had stopped denying him.
Buy link for Secret Lover:
https://books2read.com/u/4DydOD
Website www.fionamcgier.com
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Beverly, thanks for this opportunity to share my books with your readers! Reading about the exciting lives of others is a good way to get through the pandemic, compounded with too much snow to go anywhere.
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