What book, movie, TV show, or album has changed your life, and how?
Hands down it was Moonlighting with Cybil Shepard and Bruce Willis. I had, up to that point, known that I enjoyed banter, but Moonlighting lit a fuse in me that made me want to write witty banter of my own. I even wrote some (what I am now convinced) truly horrible fan fiction wherein my little group of friends and I solved crimes and interacted with David Addison and Maddie Hayes. Yes, I remembered their names without having to look them up in IMDB. They are burned into my brain.
Who’s your present celebrity crush?
Right now I’m crushing on Thomas Gibson’s Aaron Hotchner on Criminal Minds. There’s just something so alluring about his intensity. Of course in real life it would be tiresome. I mean, sometimes you might want to talk about Top Chef or Project Runway and he’d be all broody thinking about serial killers. Oh, I guess that’s not really a celebrity crush, but a fictional character crush. I’m sure in real life Thomas Gibson is a total jokester and nothing like Hotch. Though it’s hard to imagine since he smiles so rarely on the show.
Name a past (and hopefully embarrassing) celebrity crush.
I am loath to admit it, but in my tweens in the late 80s/early 90s I had a massive crush on Davy Jones. Not Davy Jones as he was then, but Davy Jones as he was in the 60s at the height of Monkee Mania. What’s really amusing/awful about this is that I am 5’10” and Davy is…not. Also, attaining any sort of fulfillment would require not only proximity to Davy Jones, a celebrity, but also time travel, since as a thirteen year old girl I was beyond uninterested in middle-aged Davy.
What’s the most sentimentally valuable possession you own?
A photograph of my parents taken at Pat O’Briens in New Orleans. They were young and in love and happy. And since they both died when I was little it’s bittersweet, but also wonderful.
Besides writing, what other forms of art and creativity do you indulge in?
I’m a bit of a crafting gadfly. I’ve knitted, cross-stitched, needlepointed, sewed, painted. Every once in a while a few writer friends and I got to a local paint studio and paint and chat and drink wine and giggle. It’s a good time. Though I will never in a million years show the world my terrible art. Y’all don’t need that kind of trauma.
WHY DUKES SAY I DO
With her whirlwind social life in London, Lady Isabella Wharton has little interest in the customs of the country. But when her godmother asks her to pay a visit to her bachelor grandson in Yorkshire, Isabella can’t refuse. It behooves her to please the old dowager, since she harbors one of Isabella’s most scandalous secrets. So off she goes to see the newly-titled—and notoriously rustic—Duke of Ormond…
Trevor Carey doesn’t care about what goes on behind ballroom doors. He is content with the simple life—and isn’t ashamed to admit it to a society flirt like Lady Isabella. But the country air brings out a different side of Isabella—one full of longing and passion. Can her sophistication be hiding a desire for love? When a blackmailer from the city arrives to threaten Isabella, Trevor will shield her from harm—even travel to London. Can the duke tackle the ton on Isabella’s behalf …and manage to keep her all to himself?