Today my guest is one of the darlings of Ellora's Cave Publishing - Cindy Jacks.
Prior to becoming a writer of romantic and erotic fiction, Cindy went to college at the University of Hawaii at Manoa and graduated with a BFA in Art. After a brief attempt at an art career, she decided the ‘starving artist’ life wasn’t for her. She worked for ten years in the corporate arena, but now spends her days as a full time author.
Her first published work--The Point of Distraction Series--was inspired by a collection of short stories she wrote to entertain her best friend. Since then she's explored her inner bad girl, producing books full of humor and packed with real emotion.
When not chained to her laptop, she enjoys belly dancing, international cooking, and making jewelry. She and her family make their home in the Washington, DC area.
· So Cindy, which of your books is your personal
favorite and why?
My favorite book is definitely Landlocked. It was
my first attempt at a non-contemporary erotic romance. Set in the near future
in an alternate reality it was so much fun to build a new version of the world
and explore the characters struggles and triumphs. I also have a huge crush on
the hero, Captain Brett Logan. He’s part cowboy, part pirate and all alpha
male. The heroine, Kate, is definitely up to the task of keeping Brett in line.
I loved writing about these characters much I pitched a series of books
revolving around them and their growing family. I feel so fortunate that
Ellora’s Cave has contracted two more books in this series. Smuggler’s Blues
is due out this fall and Sailor’s Knot should come out in early 2013.
·The hardest lesson you learned as an
The hardest thing I had to learn is that simply because
you write something you love, it doesn’t mean the public will love it, lol. I
do write thinking of myself as my first reader. I write what pleases me, what
turns me on and what I find interesting. That being said―if I only intend to
satisfy myself there’s no point in publishing. I sought to get my work
published because I wanted an audience with which to share my voice.
Unfortunately as a fairly new voice not every book is going to sell well, no
matter how hard I’ve tried to craft a good story and get the word out about it.
The good news is the more I publish, the more I get out there and connect with
readers online or at conventions, the more fans I earn. And I use the word
“earn” because that’s really how I think of my job as a writer. If I don’t give
readers the best story I can produce in exchange for their hard earned money
and if I don’t take them on a memorable emotional journey, I have no business
putting my writing out there for purchase. Becoming an author with a solid fan base
is a marathon, not a sprint and I’m still out there running :)
·Describe your perfect day.
My perfect day begins with breakfast with my family and
lots of really good coffee. Then I’d write uninterrupted (hey, I can dream
can’t I?) for a few hours. After writing, I’d take my son to the park or to the
beach for a picnic. In the late afternoon, I’d do a bit more writing. Then,
we’d have dinner as a family, watch a good movie and my son would go to bed
without complaining about it (still dreaming here). Later, I’d fall asleep in
the arms of the man I love with all my heart. Oh and all this would take place
in a beach house in Maui or Portugal. Hey, if I’m gonna dream, I might as well
dream big, right?
·Your bucket list.
What have you done and what’s left to do? Great question
because I just recently crossed an item off my bucket list. As ridiculous as
this sounds, I’ve been terrified of roller coasters that go upside down my
entire life. No matter how many times I faced one down or who promised to accompany
me on the ride, I just couldn’t do it. Chickened out every single time and it
made me feel like there was something wrong with me? Why couldn’t I enjoy
something so many other people clearly do? So this summer, after much begging
and pleading from my son and chickening out three times, I rode a monstrosity
called The Joker’s Jinx. I hated every second of it, it scared the bejesus out
of me but at least I did it. As for the remaining items, I’d love to become a
bestselling author (working on that one!), backpack through Europe and get my
doctorate in women’s lit. I’d also like to cross Chris Hemsworth off my “hall
pass” list, but he’s yet to return my calls, lol. I’m gonna keep trying though.
·My guilty pleasure is:
A three dollar bottle of cabernet sauvignon. A couple of
years ago, my life partner was unemployed (thank you, housing bubble, grrrr).
Anyhoo, we were celebrating our anniversary and I wanted to surprise him with a
home-cooked meal and a bottle of wine. Thing was I didn’t have enough money for
the entree I wanted to cook and a decent bottle of wine. Then I saw the three
dollar bottle and thought, hell, if we drink enough of it, it won’t matter how
it tastes, lol. So I purchased it and found it actually quite drinkable. More
than drinkable, it had a surprisingly rich and layered flavor, especially for
only three bucks. So now, even though we can afford pricier wines, we still get
that cabernet as a table wine, but every time I buy it I feel like the cashier
is judging me and thenI think why do I
even care if he/she is? I’m sure it’s all in my head, but I want to scream,
“I’m not a wino looking for a cheap fix. I like the way it tastes!” I figure
that won’t help my case much so in general I just keep quiet and avoid eye
year is 2017 and all is quiet on the eastern front. Good news for the war weary
Republic of Texas…bad news for weapons smuggling pirate Captain Brett Logan.
pirate is a dangerous creature. Logan's been a surly handful since war’s
end—not to mention a rather perfunctory lover—and his wife, Kate, has had about
enough. When his first mate proposes a business venture, Logan is eager to get
back to outrunning and out-gunning the enemy's navy. There's only one
problem—his shoot first and ask questions later attitude lands him in jail.
It's up to Kate to bail him out.
their way home, the couple gets stranded in enemy territory, but it's just the
shot in the arm Logan needs. Now in his element of excitement and danger, he
becomes the roguish daredevil Kate fell in love with. Their passion for each
other is hotter than ever—spurred on by the thrill of the chase—Logan finally
finds himself rid of those pesky smuggler's blues.
plan to do what?” Kate’s eyes flashed in the firelight.
don’t plan to do anything yet. It’s Jacques’ idea. He just needs my vessel.”
you expect me to believe you won’t be on that vessel?”
held up his hands. “I never said that.”
Jacques’ idea has become your plan so I repeat, you plan to do what?”
not as risky as it sounds.”
bootleg whiskey into the RSA isn’t as risky as it sounds? Oh good then because
I thought you intended to do something crazy. And stupid.”
not crazy. No crazier than running guns to the American rebels but you never
seemed to mind me doing that.”
minded. Of course I minded. I was sick with worry every time you left, but at
least I was worried for a good cause. You were trying to resurrect the United
States of America, but now that fight is over and we lost. There’s the Republic
of Texas, the Reformed States of America and never the twain shall meet. So
tell me, why would you voluntarily put yourself in that kind of danger again?”
I? Seems to me you’re being reckless.”
The word echoed in his ear. He shook his head to clear it, but he knew she was
right. He longed to be reckless. And foolhardy. And daring. And violent. He missed
the bloody mess that was once his life.
didn’t understand—she couldn’t and he lacked the words to explain himself—but
this unending domesticity was killing him a day at a time. He needed this
business venture. He’d die without it, of this much he was sure.
sat on the sofa, the fire in the fireplace licking at her olive complexion,
dancing in her eyes. He hated that she would be worried. He hated that the boys
would miss him, but when she’d met him, Logan had been an outlaw—she herself
had labeled him a pirate. She had to understand that much, didn’t she?
a lock of black hair away from her face, he pressed his forehead to hers. He
took her hands in his and kissed her cheek softly. “Kate, I don’t mean to sound
harsh, but you need to reconcile yourself to the idea because…because I’m going
to do this.”
jaw set and she jerked her hands away from him. She stormed upstairs, Logan numbly
watching her retreat. He’d go up in a few minutes and smooth things over. But
before he got the chance, she marched down, a pillow and blanket in tow.
you need to reconcile yourself to sleeping on the couch until you come to your
senses.” She threw the bedding at him and stomped upstairs again.
Setting the pillow and blanket aside, Logan sighed, the air
puffing out his cheeks before it escaped his pursed lips. He rubbed the back of
his neck and shook his head. Apparently she didn’t have to understand anything.