1) How long have you been writing?
Forever… haha. Well, okay, it seems like forever to me. Since I was young. Nine, ten, maybe.
2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)
Wow. Well, I’ve just finished an Master’s in Fine Arts, about five days ago, so up until then, I was juggling being a full-time Masters student, working 30 hours a week, launching a writing career, in two genres (erotic romance and paranormal romance), and I have a very crazy, loving, and supportive family that I often cook and clean for. I have no social life at all! That really is the only way to juggle all of this insanity. Now that I’ve graduated, I might maybe have a bit more free time.
3) What can you tell us about your release An Affair Across Times Square? What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J
Oh, I love telling this story! I was at a conference in New York at a hotel and came back one afternoon to change in my room and realized that even several stories up, you could see directly across Times Square into the windows of the businesses across the street! I had just been asked by Serena, my editor at Loose Id, to write her an erotic romance and the seed of an idea was born! In my book, this is where the heroine Layla takes off the rest of her clothes. I’m just not that risqué!
4) What is it about the erotic romance genre that you like so much?
I love romances of all kinds really, because I believe in love. I am particularly drawn to the fantasy elements of romance novels, particularly the naughty ones. The naughtier the better in my book.
5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?
I also write paranormal romance and romantic suspense, though I’m unpublished in those genres. I don’t know as if I’ll ever stop writing erotic romance though.
6) Sweet or sour?
Sweet, definitely. I have a huge sweet tooth.
7) Chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate, of course!
Rachell Nichole is saucy mama who writes Sizzling Romantic Entanglements. She is the author of An Affair Across Times Square, Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce, and A Marietta Wedding. Rachell lives in New York with a mountain of books, a loving family, and an evil cat named Godiva that she adores.
Layla Morgan is tired of getting into trouble, and getting hurt. And she fears her wild nature is going to strike yet again. But maybe this time, she’s finally met the guy that can stand close enough to touch her inner flames, and not get burned.
Tyler Lachlan doesn’t stand a chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman across Times Square. He’s sure there’s more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany thighs, but he doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk his career to find out.
Layla froze as he came back into view.
Gorgeous. A trim goatee covered his square jaw, making him look distinguished. She’d never thought Times Square was so big and small at the same time. Before, she hadn’t really thought of it at all except with some barely concealed disdain. She watched as he went about what appeared to be normal business, his thick shoulders bunching with every movement. He shuffled a few papers on his desk, sat down, and fiddled with his computer. Not once did he look out his window again. Layla ignored the sinking feeling at his lack of attention.
She refused to open the curtain the rest of the way and try to entice him, as much as she wished to. Because this could be almost as dangerous as another affair with a married man. So she contented herself with watching him until he looked up. Her breath caught in her throat. He shook his head and returned to his work. Could he feel her watching him? He glanced at her again. Could he see her watching him? She held his gaze through the half-inch gap in the fabric and waited, holding her breath until he looked down again. She dropped the curtain.
Her plan to release some steam and settle down had been blown to shreds, because now her stomach was knotted with the what-ifs. The soft carpet against the backs of her thighs tickled, urging her to move. Her body still felt too sensitive, too aroused. She needed to shower and get her head screwed on straight. And stay as far away from her window as possible until she figured out what to do.
Grabbing the edge of the table, Layla pulled herself up and slid off her high heels, using the solid surface beneath her fingers for support. She walked on shaky legs through the living room and kitchenette area, then into her bedroom and to the bathroom, refusing to look back and steal a glimpse. Thank God the curtains in the bedroom were closed too. She set her glasses on the sink. Had he been as turned on as she was?
She closed herself into the bathroom. Mulling over the ideas in her head, she rolled down her black thigh-highs one at a time. Maybe she could leave her curtains open tomorrow morning when she got home just to see what would happen. He probably wouldn’t even be there. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed about that. She shook her head, deciding it didn’t matter.
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