(A North Security Novella)
by Skye Warren
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Skye Warren comes the next installment in her North Security series.
Francisco Castille, the exiled Duke of Linares, knows his duty. Even in modern times, the line must continue. So he’ll marry and produce an heir.
Yes, a wife will fit into his well-ordered life.
Instead he ends up with the brilliant pianist Isabella. Strong. Spirited. And highly disobedient. She rebels against every custom and every rule, threatening his careful balance.
Francisco never backs away from a challenge.
Isabella never bows down to anyone.
This scorching hot battle of wills may leave both of them broken.
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An Exclusive Interview With Skye Warren:
~ with Jillian Stein of Read Love Blog
*fans self* Oh, how I adored this story! How did you choose Isabella and Francisco for this novella?
Thank you so much! I wrote Isabella and Francisco into my North Security trilogy. Samantha and Liam visit them after they’re already married and give hints as to the unusual + sensual start of their marriage. I already had the story of them in my head, but I hadn’t written it down. Of course readers asked for it, and a 1,001 Dark Nights novella seemed like the perfect medium for it.
Who would be your ideal people to cast as Isabella and Francisco in a FINALE movie?
I would love an actor who was from Spain or Latina America to play Francisco. Someone beautiful and masculine and haughty 😊 Maybe Miguel Ángel Silvestre! For Isabella it would be an American actress, some fun and irreverent and casually sexy. Blake Lively would be perfect.
In addition to your writing career and balancing family, you run a successful author event…you are a superwoman! What piece of advice can you give to an aspiring author who is trying to juggle life and writing?
Thank youuuu! It doesn’t feel very superhero-ish on the backend. That would be my advice. Don’t wait until you have your sh*t together. Don’t wait until you can write the perfect scene or plan the perfect release. Move forward with messy, imperfect, flawed action, because that’s all there is. And you can achieve great things that way.
I’m always curious to know how authors wind down after a day of writing and “shut off” the voices in their head. What do you do to unwind?
Ohh, interesting. When I started writing I had a full time job and a young child, so I would work all day, spend time with the family at night, and then write around midnight. Fast forward several years, I write full time, but I still can’t write if it’s not the middle of the night! Which means, I unwind after writing by going to sleep LOL. When I’m in deadline I actually write for so long I start falling asleep at the keyboard. I even have a couple of paragraphs saved I once write while dreaming.
What is the first romance book you remember reading?
It was a historical romance, though we didn’t know that at the time. I was in middle school and my dad asked someone who worked at the bookstore Borders to recommend something for me to read. She pointed him to an endcap that had the book titled Honor. (I can’t remember the author, unfortunately). He read the back, and it was about a heroine who was a lawyer, so he figured that would have a strong female protagonist (which it did) and be a good influence on me. I’m pretty sure he did NOT know it contained explicit sex. I loved the romance (and the sex) but it wasn’t until years later that I realized there was an entire genre of books like this one.
Can you give us a line from your current work-in-progress? I’m working on STRICT CONFIDENCE, which is the second book in the Rochester trilogy. Here’s a sneak peek…
Jane swallows. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave?”
No. I’m not even sure I could let you. If you tell me you want to leave I might have to tie you to the hospital bed with plastic tubing to keep you here. They’ll lock me up, and then who will take care of Paige? “You almost died, for god’s sake.”
“I didn’t realize you’d be this angry,” she says in a small, halting voice.
How can I explain? It felt like blades tearing my skin into strips. I would have burned a thousand times over than hold her, clutched in my arms, my hands uselessly covering her head against falling, burning debris, knowing she would perish. I’m not angry; I’m insane with worry. Even thirty six hours later, I still feel it.
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