I’m so thrilled to have my wonderful friend Samanthe Beck here with us today. Sam is one of the smartest, wittiest, best people I know and I not only love reading her books, but her blog posts as well. Take it away, Sam…
Hi Robin! Thank you for hosting me today at Magical Musings, to confess my secret, guilty pleasure. No, not the digital treasure-trove of super-hot contemporary romances I keep stored on my Kindle. No, not how I spend hours on Pinterest looking at photos of sexy, nearly naked guys, even when I’m not, technically, doing character research. These pleasures aren’t particularly secret, nor do I feel guilty!
Okay, here it is: I’ m a big sucker for a make-over story. Always have been. Cinderella was my favorite fairytale as a little girl, and my tastes haven’t evolved all that much since then. I loved What Not to Wear, to the point I still fantasize about going shopping with Clinton and Stacy. I love The Biggest Loser too, but, frankly, it doesn’t even have to be a person getting remade to hook me. I have a teensy addiction to HGTV—anything from Property Brothers to Love It or List It.
Superficial of me, right? It’s not that I don’t see the beauty in accepting people, (include one’s self), and places, just the way they are, and sometimes the best make-over stories involve the person attempting to transform ultimately realizing she’s fine just the way she is, but there’s something equally inspiring about watching someone set a goal to change, and then working to achieve it. This little quirk played out all over the place in “Private Practice,” my 2014 RITA® finalist for Best First Book and Best Erotic Romance.
My heroine, Dr. Ellie Swann, wants to shed her nerdy-girl image and turn herself into what she believes is town golden boy Roger Reynold’s perfect woman—someone with lots of experience, sexually speaking, and very few inhibitions. My hero, construction company owner Tyler Longfoot, wants to qualify for a loan so he can rehab an Antebellum horse farm, but the bank thinks his Harley-riding, good-timing, bar-brawling ways make him a risky investment. He needs to reform his bad boy image to qualify for the loan. Two people, two goals, and, wouldn’t you just know…turns out they can help each other. When Tyler shows up on Ellie’s doorstep at two am with a jealous drunk’s bullet in his butt, she commits to bandage him up and keep the unfortunate incident off the local radar, provided he agrees to teach her how to drive a man to his knees.
Do they succeed in turning themselves into the people they want to be, and attain their goals? I can’t tell you that! But I can tell you they had a lot of fun with the effort. 😉
Anybody else share my guilty pleasure? Drop a comment below and be entered for a chance to feed your addiction and win a Nook or Kindle version of “Private Practice!” I’ll randomly select a winner on Sunday night, (May 11th). Good luck! (Robin here – I’ll post the winner’s name on Monday!)
He’ll teach her how to bring a man to his knees…
Dr. Ellie Swan has a plan: open her practice in tiny Bluelick, Kentucky, so she can keep an eye on her diabetic father, and make hometown golden-boy Roger Reynolds fall in love with her. But Ellie has a problem. Roger seeks a skilled, sexually adventurous partner, and bookish Ellie doesn’t qualify.
Tyler Longfoot only cares about three things: shaking his bad boy image, qualifying for the loan his company needs to rehab a piece of Bluelick’s history, and convincing Ellie to keep quiet about the “incident” that lands him on her doorstep at two a.m. with a bullet in his behind.
The adorable Dr. Swan drives a mean bargain, though. If sex-on-a-stick Tyler will teach Ellie how to bring a man to his knees, she’ll forget about the bullet. Armed with The Wild Woman’s Guide to Sex and Tyler’s lessons, Ellie is confident she can become what Roger needs…if she doesn’t fall for Tyler first.
Wine lover, sleep coveter, and USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California with her husband, their son, Kitty the furry Ninja, and Bebe the trash talkin’ Chihuahua. When not writing fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy contemporary romances, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.