When I’m not writing…
I’m a stay-at-home mum of two-year-old twin boys. So I write during their day naps! The rest of the time I can be doing any of the following thrilling things:
- Washing dishes, putting the dishes away
- Hanging up the laundry, putting the laundry away
- Going to the park and coming up with bizarre games, like ‘leaf families’ to keep the boys amused
- Going to mothers’ group catch-ups and playgroups, and trying to make sure a twin (Alessio usually) hasn’t discovered an opened gate to escape through
- Grocery shopping, grocery shopping, grocery shopping
- Making meals for the kids, then having to come up with alternative options when they turn up their noses at what’s first offered
- Breaking up the twins’ fights or giving them a cuddle when they’ve scraped their knees (again).
In a previous life, I was a magazine and newspaper journalist and got to swan around at A-list parties and even go on trips interstate or overseas. So my life is very different today, but it’s one that I’m content with in my later thirties!
With my brain not full of stressful work stuff, I have a lot of ‘creative thinking’ time in between stints at the computer, which is great for unravelling plot tangles and brainstorming ideas for future scenes. (Running – another hobby of mine – is fab for this, too.)
Also when I get a chance, I enjoy hanging out with other writers – in real life. Adelaide, Australia, where I live, has a plethora of fantastic romance writers, including Leesa Bow, Sandy Vaile, Maggie Mundy, Lilliana Rose, and Samantha Bond. I also keep in touch with other authors (and book bloggers) all over Australia (and the world) online.
Writing is a solitary profession, but there is a real sense of community among authors. Whenever you have writer’s block or have received another rejection, there’s always someone to turn to who’s been through it before. It never feels lonely.
Trash TV? Oh, yeah, I love whiling the hours away with that, too. For research purposes… cough… of course!
Hot Stuff: Surfing Love
From Carla Caruso – A chance meeting with a pro-surfer on an island getaway …
From Maria Lewis – The world of women’s surfing throws two recent bedmates together …
From Alli Sinclair – A world-famous performer finds her heart and a way to fight her demons in Rio de Janeiro …
From Tess Woods – A Cornish beach retreat proves a full reawakening …
A Sneak Peek Inside… Six-star Weekend – Carla Caruso
That was the only thing on Sage Carlisle’s mind as she peered over her flat-top shades at the surfer emerging from the water at the resort’s private beach. She shifted on her Missoni beach towel, feeling clammy in places that had nothing to do with the late afternoon sun.
No strings attached, down-and-dirty hanky-panky. That was why she was paying a thousand dollars a night for her island stay. Okay, that and maximum pampering. Even her mum had encouraged her to go; Sage was that hard-up. It had been a while between, ahem, cock tales.
Ever since Aaron.
Not that she was meant to be thinking about him right now. This weekend was all about her needs and hers alone. So, instead, she let her mind wander to how the hunky surfer might be described by a beauty brand if he were a mascara. Makeup was how she made her living, after all.
Sage began with ‘amazingly waterproof’. The water seemed to bead off the guy’s chin-length tousle of sun-bleached hair, his deeply tanned face, and the skin-tight black wetsuit, like he was some kind of merman.
An extremely chiselled, handsome merman.
She threw in ‘sweat- and humidity-resistant’ for good measure. He looked like he could handle whatever weather extremes the Great Barrier Reef location threw at him. Unlike her. It had taken a gallon of hair serum to settle her black mane.
‘Intense gaze.’ His eyes looked dark from this angle. Puppy-dog brown possibly. A nice contrast to all the blond hair and bronzed skin. Sea-green would have been too obvious.
‘Infinite length.’ And she wasn’t referring to the wood-look surfboard tucked under his arm … no, siree. Yes, her mind was heading for the gutter now, but at least it was a six-star gutter, as went with her locale.
‘Long-long-lasting.’ Judging by his youthful looks — he had to be seven years younger than her at a minimum — she was sure he could go all night without wearing out. But then, when you were thirty-five, as she was, any guy in your line of vision without a woman hanging off their arm tended to be a juvenile. He never would have had the shocking discovery of a white hair in his eyebrow.
Hmm. Maybe he was a pro surfer, and a surf-brand sponsor had helped fund his luxury accommodation.
She dreamt up some more words. ‘Ability to extend (her) from roots through to tips and beyond. Stretchable. Magnetic. Lush. Daring.’
Yep, he could dip his wand into her formula any day of her overpriced vaccie. Sage looked down to rummage in her beach bag for her powder compact. This time she couldn’t blame the sun’s rays for her perspiration.
‘Do I know you?’ a gravelly voice cut through her thoughts.
Who are the authors?
Carla Caruso is a freelance journalist and former gossip columnist. Her books include the Astonvale rom-com mystery series, STARCROSSED, and UNLUCKY FOR SOME
Maria Lewis is a Sydney-based author, journalist and pop culture commentator. Her novel WHO’S AFRAID will be released in 2016.
Alli Sinclair’s debut novel, LUNA TANGO, was voted 2014 Book of the Year for the AusRom Today Readers Choice Awards and 2014 Favourite New Author by the Australian Romance Readers Association.
Tess Woods’s first novel, LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT, has received worldwide acclaim and been nominated in the Best Books category of the AusRom Today Readers Choice Awards.
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