Q&A + Giveaway: Burned Gasoline, by Isabell Lawless

Guess what? Author Isabell Lawless is back to share yet another steamy romantic book with us. Keep reading to know more about Burned Gasoline.

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Book Info

Title: Burned Gasoline

Author: Isabell Lawless

Genres: Adult, Romance, Erotica, Suspense

Publication Date: February 20th, 2015

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Q&A

1. How do you think your readers will empathize with your characters in Burned Gasoline?

I do hope they’ll see behind the tough shell of the male character Jefferson. He might sound all grumpy, pissed off, and bitter, but I hope the reader will identify with the reason behind it. When it comes to the main female character, who’s like a fish out of water, I think it would be hard not to have compassion for a single mother, leaving a cheating husband and her old life behind for something brand new and foreign.

2. What did you struggle the most while writing this story?

Hmm… as usual it’s about finding enough time to write. Uninterrupted time, that is. When no one is home, the house is quiet, and I can unplug the phone from the wall. I rarely find the actual writing process difficult, it sort of just flows. Sometimes I have no idea what will actually happen next in a story but find that the more I write the more alternatives I have for the story. Each of my stories could easily have two or three different endings, but I usually have to stop and decide which one fits the best. Still, my mind always asks me, “but what if? What if? What if?” So you see, one story could be divided up into many different ones.

3. Can you describe the female protagonist, Raylyn in four words?

Naïve, stubborn, funny (when drunk), family oriented. (kind of four words…)

4. Do you listen to music while you write, or to get inspired for writing? If so, which songs do you like the most?

My only time to write is really when everyone has gone to bed at night. So, between 8-ish to 10:30-ish I write and read, and being a mom to a very chatty toddler I usually turn off the regular channels and turn on the radio music channel on the TV instead, to instrumental soundscapes. I find it hard to hear lyrics from songs, or people talking, when I try to write my own sentences. I need smooth sounds to make my brain flow and I don’t want to be interrupted by other words around me.

5. Do you write every day?

I do write every day. Even if I’m dead tired, I usually write something. Either on my laptop while sitting on the couch half asleep, or jotting down random phrases and words I will use in the future in my almost overflowing notebook. If I don’t have a paper handy during the day, because my book ideas can fly by very randomly, I use the notepad on my cell phone and record the idea or sentences by talking into it while out walking, or shopping. Even peeking out with my head from the shower sometimes, grabbing the phone nearby to record what I came up with so I won’t forget. Because that idea might be gone a second later.

6. One more question, are you a cat lady, or more of the man’s best friend kind?

Oh, that’s hard. Some people might find this question the easiest one and quickly shoot out an answer. Me, on the other hand… I actually grew up owning several birds, rabbits, even mice. Later I had a beautiful shiny black Labrador Retriever, as well as a chocolate brown Doberman, but since I met my husband we’ve adopted three shelter cats, two birds (again), and we own two aquariums with several fish. As you can see, I’m all over the place. Whoever needs a home can find it here with us. That’s our family philosophy I think.

7. What are you planning on writing next?

My first novel, Beast of Venery, was a autobiographical novel based on a true story, while my new novel Burned Gasoline (out Feb. 20th 2015) is part of a new series containing four books called “A Gass County Novel.” The second book in the series comes out in August with the title “Once Upon A Killing.” The series tells the life stories of four guys who have been friends since high school but are now all grown up and in their mid thirties. Because men in the +35 zone are so wonderfully hot, I couldn’t stop myself: They have character, life experience, and can grow beards… do I need to say more? Well, they all live in the same small town in Gass County, which means their lives are going to intertwine throughout the books. In Burned Gasoline we meet car mechanic Jefferson, then the reader will be introduced to Paramedic Wayne (who might meet his match and fight for his life), Sheriff Brody (perhaps breaking the law himself), and last but not least Rescue worker Bryce (who might be messing around with someone’s sister, stirring up some problems). The book genre is romantic suspense, as these naughty men lead the most interesting lives.

Thank you so much for this great opportunity, I hope to hear your comments about the books very soon. Please come find me on Goodreads (Isabell Lawless), Facebook (Isabell Lawless), Twitter (@ihlawless), Instagram (ihlawless), Pinterest (lawless04), and Amazon (yes, I’m a social media addict apparently.) Sincerely, Isabell Lawless

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Excerpt

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“Seriously, I’m so sorry. I can have Ian, the store clerk, vouche for my identity. I’m really only admiring your car, nothing else. I promise. I really do.”

“I’m sure Ian is a striking employee but unless you move away from this car, I’ll go apeshit on your ass, and I can promise you, you don’t want that.”

With a firm shove she moved him aside to make way for her hand to put the shiny key into the lock of the car door, balancing an apple pie in the other hand, while wearing high-heeled shoes and a skirt reaching just above her knees. Respectable enough for a woman in her early thirties.

“Oh, you like pie? That apple pie is really very good. Had it a few weekends ago at a friend’s place.”

“I’m sure you did.” She said, without looking back, and leaned over the consol in the front to place the pie in the passenger seat.

“You sure look fit though, doesn’t seem like a piece or two of pie would affect you at all.” As soon as the words had rolled off his tongue he regretted it. What did he just say to her? That she looked amazing or that that she looked chubby but that it suited her?

Slowly she moved her bent over body out from the car and stood straight as a statue on her tall blue heels, facing him. He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew he had crossed the line, way too far. Expecting a face slap or a complete curse fest from her mouth, she pulled her hands up to cup her breasts firmly, making his eyes zoom right in on her movement, and then she said.

“Carrots and salads didn’t make these boobs, pie did.”

And as simple as that she sat her bottom down on the driver’s seat before she swung her long legs in with the rest of her body, and shut the door hard with a bang, but before she drove off she

rolled down the window. “Thanks for the advice on the pie flavor. I’m sure to enjoy it with my bottle of wine. Good bye.”

With not as much as a wave, he saw the car speed across the parking lot, and away down the highway, until he didn’t see anything else but shiny tail lights disappearing at the horizon.

“Who the hell was that?” He though. Stunned at her courageous move, and witty mouth. “Definitely not from this area, for sure.” He told himself, before he slowly turned around to walk into the store for what he came for. “Oh crap.” He cursed himself. “I totally forgot what I came here to pick up.” The way her hands had moved over her breasts had erased everything else from his mind. It was a blank canvas, except for two hands with fingernails ending with pink nail polished covering two very nice looking tits under a tight shirt. “Fuck, I’m so screwed.”

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He couldn’t quite wipe her out of his mind. Sitting back into one of the chairs in the garage, an opened beer in his hand, and the Dodgers playing Atlanta Braves on the TV hanging on the wall, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she had carried herself, and talked back to him. Her dark blonde curly hair, barely reaching her shoulders, and those breasts. He stopped his hand holding the cold beer bottle in midair while his mind replayed the way her hands had held them, cupped them underneath, as if she presented them to him. And him alone.

He shook his head and grinned into the air before he placed the bottle to his lips and took a full swig of cold beer down his throat. Man had she looked good. Not that she would be interested in a man living at home with his mom at the age of thirty-eight, but a man can dream,

can’t he? And he sure would tonight, he thought to himself and closed his eyes trying to erase the sudden memory, but the only thing flashing across his mind was the contour of her nipples he’d seen through her fabric, and what they would feel like rolling on his tongue. Hell, it was going to be one long night.

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Isabell is a Swedish-bred tale teller now living in sunny California since her early twenties. She always dreamed about being a rock star and make it onto the Hollywood scene, she even wrote more than one hundred rock and pop songs. Out of the blue she got hit by the big love train and ended up marrying her hot online date and with their family they live happily in the Californian sun. Isabell’s first book, “Beast of Venery”, was published on Amazon and stays true to her favorite genres: steamy romance and criminal suspense. She is bilingual using English as her second language, but reads and writes in both languages. She owns CornerliveMusic, holds an MA in Ethnology, and loves to study people and their connection to the society they live in.

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Giveaway

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