Interview with Kate Richards!

Hi, Kate! It’s great that you could be with us today!


So tell us, first of all, the name of your newest novel and what it’s about.

My first story is called “Finally, My Love” and it’s being released on June 18th. I’m so excited, particularly since it was inspired by the day I met my husband at the airport. He had been an internet romance and that was the first day we met – 9 years ago.


If you could sum up your writing in one sentence, what would you say?

A lifelong dream come true.


Describe your favorite scene from your novel.

My favorite scene is the one at the airport, because my heroine Amelia, is so nervous and so excited, and that was exactly how I felt that day. Even now it makes me feel a little of that.

Do you have a favorite quote from “Finally, My Love”?
“A year’s worth of naked fantasies flashed before her dancing eyes.”


When did you decide that you were going to become a writer? Was it a landmark decision, or a more gradual one?

I’ve always loved writing, but the economic downturn in the last couple of years made it slow at work and I had time to actually write! It was the silver lining in a very stressful time. Until then I was just too busy and only wrote this and that for my nieces and nephews or for my own fun.

Who influences you the most in your writing?

I think I’m an emotional writer. I like the give and take between characters, and I like to have humor in all of my stories. Perfect Partners.com, which will be out in September from Breathless is a funny look at the world of internet dating services.


In the course of researching for your writing, have you come across any fun or interesting facts that you’d like to share with us today?

Well, sort of. I have found that since I’ve begun my internet dating series, people love to tell me their internet love stories. It’s fun. And not one single person has told me they ended up divorced. I’m sure it happens, but I’m not getting those stories,


Have you ever had writer’s block? How did you cope?

Well, the last time was in 1987 and I didn’t get back to writing until a couple of years ago. I guess that’s a bad one though.


What’s your favorite thing to do when not writing?

I love to cook and garden and hang out with Astro and the Huskies, not a singing group, just my home dogs. I also practice a little white magic from time to time, upon request.


Name something that you’d do alone but never in front of other people?

Sing. Because I like people and don’t want to do that to their ears.



If you could be a movie star for one day, who would you be?

Maybe Meryl Streep because she can do anything. She can act, sing, do any accent. What would it be like to be able to act out all the characters that come to my mind? A writer’s dream, or maybe the ultimate distraction.



Finally, finish this sentence. People would be surprised to know that…
I don’t have an elevator in my home. But you’d have to read “Finally, My Lov" to know why that’s a surprise…


CJ: I want to thank you again, for coming out to be on the blog today. Before you go, please be sure to give us a taste of your novel, and a link or two so we can all go buy it!

Sure! The buy link is: http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/finally-my-love.html

Here is an excerpt,

She grinned at him. A year’s worth of naked fantasies flashed before her dancing eyes. John in her bed, the sheet low around his waist baring his smooth, muscled chest, his strong arms holding him against her while he pounded relentlessly into her body. But she was enjoying the wordplay. “What kind of a girl do you think I am? Enter­taining a gentleman alone, I should have a chaperone.”

“A chaperone would get in the way of the plans I have for you.”

Desire trembled down Amelia’s spine, and she fought the urge to push him into the elevator.
Finally, the doors slid open, and Amelia pushed the button to her floor. The elevator started up with a whirr and an odd grinding noise.

“That normal?” John looked to where the sound came from.

“Not really, I mean this thing is pretty old and does make some noises. But that’s a new one.”

The grinding turned into a screech as the box came to a halt, fol­lowed by a rattle and a thump.

“That can’t be good.” Her nerves grated along with the sounds.

“I’ll push the emergency button,” he said.

The lights went out.

“Shit.” Amelia closed her eyes in irritation. “It was only a matter of time until this happened. Broken down old thing.”

“While I would be happy to swear up a damn storm, the emer­gency button isn’t working.”

“Because of the power outage, I suppose.”

“Probably. These things are supposed to have backup power. But, whatever reason, we’re stuck until someone notices that the elevator isn’t working and a repair guy gets here.”

“I wonder how long that will be. I’m so sorry, John. This is no way to welcome you to California.” She pouted. “I have a nice dinner wait­ing for us upstairs, and here we are in this dark stupid box.”

“I’m only here to see you, and while I can’t technically see you right now, we’re together. If you’d scoot on over here, I can hold you.”