~ What kind of stories/books do you write?
I write historical romantic-suspense. My favorite era is Regency and I am focused on that time period right now. In fact, I am working on a seven-book series based in Regency England, so I’ll be there for a while. Innocence Lost is book one.
~ How long have you been writing?
I have been writing about ten years now. However, I have been making up stories since I could remember (much to my parents’ consternation when I was young.)
~ How long have you been writing and seriously pursuing publication?
The same. About ten years.
~ How many manuscripts did you complete before you sold?
I started out writing a contemporary, but it was terrible. When I read Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught, I knew the Regency historical was what I really wanted to write. So I wrote Innocence Lost and it sold. I learned that you must write where your heart is.
~ Please tell us about receiving “The Call.”
It was more like “The Email.” I was at a Romance Writers of America (RWA) conference and heard that The Wild Rose Press was meeting in a certain location in the hotel. Well my friend and I decided to crash the party. We went and met some of the editors who were there. They asked what we wrote and we told them. After buying us a glass of wine, they asked us to submit our manuscripts. Of course, as soon as I got home, I did just that. I got “the email” less than two weeks later.
~ To expand on your "Call Story"— What did you do when you got the call or read the email? Scream? Faint?
I actually raced through the house yelling, “I did it! I did it!” Then my husband took me out for a three pound prime rib steak and lots of champagne.
~ How did you feel when you found out you sold?
Sort of tingly all over and light as air. It was kind of like how you would feel if you won the lottery.
~ Who was the first person you told?
My husband, John. Then my dear friend, Fleeta Cunningham. Then the whole world.
~ How did you celebrate?
Afore mentioned steak dinner. Huge steak. Lots of champagne.
~ Where can readers reach you?
My website is www.tiffanygreen.net.
I am also on Facebook.
by Tiffany Green
The Wild Rose Press
ABOUT INNOCENCE LOST…
From her first glimpse of his portrait, Lady Megan is smitten. Unfortunately, the handsome face belongs to her brother’s enemy—the Duke of Claremont, Nicholas Bradshaw. Nicholas learns a little too late that the beautiful girl he met at the stream is not at all who he thinks. And now, he must keep her safe from the enemy lurking close to home. When the kidnapper does strike, it takes the assistance of Nicholas, his former foe, and a pirate captain to save Megan. But will it be enough?
A GLIMPSE INTO INNOCENCE LOST…
“My lady, come quick.”
Megan frowned at the closed door. She set aside her volume of Catullus’s poetry and rose from the chair in her sitting room. Calmly, she opened the door. If it was another man threatening suicide because she hadn’t agreed to marry him…
Julian’s furious voice rang through the house. She gasped and ran down the stairs.
Wentworth bowed and opened the drawing room door, as if he’d been expecting her.
Her heart took a crazy leap at the sight of him standing there. Nicholas. She glanced at her brother and grew worried. The two stood face to face with their fists balled and ready to strike.
As Julian moved forward, she flew between them. Her blood pounded hard in her ears. She stood so close to Nicholas, she could feel the heat of his body. She yearned to step into his arms. Had he come to see her? “What are you doing?” she demanded, looking from one wrathful face to the other.
“Leave, Claremont, now,” her brother said.
“Not until I have some answers concerning this.” Nicholas threw a crumpled newspaper down. “Damn you, Julian, you had no right.” Then his gaze shifted to her. Her heart surged up in her throat. He looked flushed with anguish. “How could you do this, Meg? Why didn’t you choose me?” His voice grew hoarse, full of pain. Then he went still. “Or did you choose me and your brother did not honor our agreement?” He jerked his head up and nailed Julian with a glare.
Confusion boiled within her. “What agreement?”
A muscle ticked in Nicholas’s cheek as he kept his eyes on her brother. “Tell her,” he demanded.
She turned to her brother and caught the unease in his eyes. “Julian?”
He heaved a sigh. “Moppet—”
“Don’t you dare call me that, Julian!” She poked a finger into his chest. “Tell me everything. Now!”
With a sigh, he nodded at Nicholas. “He was not to see or speak to you until you selected a husband. And I would not oppose your decision.”
She kept her eyes locked on her brother. “Even if I had named Nicholas?”
“Yes,” he said.
She wanted to kill Julian.
“Your brother also insisted that you were to know nothing of this agreement,” Nicholas added.
A sick knot of despair rose up from the depths of her stomach. She started to tremble. Her hands fell limply to her sides. “Are you telling me,” She turned to Nicholas, “that the only reason you’ve been ignoring me is because of a pact you made with Julian?”
His brows were drawn and his eyes filled with pain. He lifted his hand to touch her but halted and lowered his arm.
Her eyes prickled as she turned to her brother. “I cannot believe you did this.”
“Megan, I did it for you—”
“No, Julian. You did it for you.” Oh, God, she had been so wrong about everything. Nicholas. Her brother. Everything. She trembled in earnest now.
Nicholas moved closer. He reached out as if to steady her, but didn’t touch her. “Are you all right, Megan?”
She glanced up, her vision swimming. “You were trying to find a way for us to marry?”
“Yes, my little nymph.”
A tear skidded down her cheek. “I-I can’t. I’m betrothed to another.”
Thanks for a great interview, Tiffany!!!