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I feel like everyone knows me already but this is a chance for you to get to know me upclose and personal. :) Well, I'm here because SUNSWEPT is a print book that contains three novellas, with crossover characters, but are stand-alone stories. This was one of the first few stories I wrote with a co-author. Although we no longer write together, it was a great experience and helped me to focus on my own voice and what direction I wanted to go with my writing career. When I decided to write romance, it was the most difficult transition because I spent most of my life learning screenwriting techniques. Believe it or not, I've written over 13 screenplays, a few ghostwriting jobs, but all-in-all, I always believed my calling would be in the entertainment industry.

As a kid, I spent many years doing acting gigs and loved every moment of being on set. I had the fortune of meeting many talented actors, directors, and producers along the way. I even worked for a producer/director in LA and some of my closest friends are still heavily involved in the movie industry. Where do you think I get inside info? LOL ... I guess it's easy to fall in love with filmmaking and one day I will write and direct my own indie, but that's a long-term goal when I can take a break from writing. :)

The transition from screenwriter to romance writer was not an easy feat. As a screenwriter, your story is very character driven and you focus mainly on writing tight dialogue. In novel writing, you have to fill in all the blanks and use all the sensory elements to tell the story, and that's just the beginning ... I guess in late 2004 I wrote my first paranormal in two weeks. It was really a test to see if I could write a complete novel. Of course, it was total shite, but it proved to me I could finish a story. I was so proud of the effort I joined the RWA and then discovered the Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA) chapter. It was such an eye-opening experience to meet a group of motivated and supportive writers. In screenwriting, it's all cut throat and no one wants to help take you under their wing because they fear you'll sell your script through their own connections. Romance authors aren't afraid to share and they will also be willing to promote you because they know there's enough room for everyone to sell. That's when I realized I loved this industry and I wanted to make a full effort to succeed. That's not the only reason, I also discovered that all those romantic comedies I wrote wasn't written in vain because they were practice runs for the books I write now. I love the idea of falling in love and all that comes with a strong relationship between the hero and heroine. If I'm going to write fiction, it might as well be about a couple that ends up happily-ever-after. Life is gritty enough and romance novels are meant to help women (or men)escape the reality, if only for a few hours.

I feel real lucky for being able to do what I love and I hope I can do this for years to come. It's not for everyone and there are so many obstacles along the way, but it's well worth every tear, every smile, every laugh. When you reach the very end of the story, you feel a sense of accomplishment and you feel like you can take on the world. When you sell your stories, I can't begin to tell you the elation you feel. It's a euphoric drug and it's something you can carry in your heart as a reminder that you made a difference. Fame and fortune may take a while but you have to love the writing or else you're in this for the wrong reasons...

Now on to the good stuff--I'm sure you are dying to know some of the answers to these juicy questions, so I'll tell you....

If you were a nail polish, what would it be called and why?

Fiery Tears. I believe that you have to be passionate about everything you do and if you aren't shedding tears during the process of reaching your passions, you're going to miss how meaningful the end result can be.

Are you really as kinky as the characters you write?

I don't like to kiss and tell.

What is the craziest thing you've ever done and what did it teach you about yourself?

I was at a crossroads in my life and someone happened to ask me to move to Paris, France on a whim. A few weeks later, I packed my life in two suitcases and moved there for three years. It was the most amazing experience and I learned so much about who I wanted to be. This was a huge cultural shock but the transition is so easy when you make an effort to want to learn, to blend, to appreciate everything at your fingertips. I'll never forget those years and someday, I'd love to be back in Europe, maybe even own a piece of property. Without taking chances I would have remained a person with dreams without actually working toward them.

What do you see yourself doing in five years from now?

I'm hoping that I make one of the Lists. I hope I will have funding to build a non-profit organization that I can really do some good for people. Also, I hope to be able to host a Romance Divas conference! What could be more fun than organizing an event with a few hundred friends that have Diva in their title.

What keeps you motivated to succeed?

Life motivates me. I've been battling a health problem for over a decade and it taught me a lot about myself. When I had to learn my motor skills again, when I had to do memory exercises because I would forget to eat or ask the same questions over an over again in a matter of minutes, when I had to learn everything that had been so easy for me...you don't take much for granted any more. From where I was and who I am now, it's a miracle. I never let on to anyone, even on my worst days, that I was anything other than me.


SUNSWEPT by Cassidy Kent
Release Date: June 2009
Publisher: Phaze Publishing
http://www.Phaze.com


SUNSET KEY…

Freesia Daniels, personnel specialist and consummate planner, wasn't prepared to get the boot from her company for possessing a heart. When she decides to return home from Boston to the sunny beaches of Key West to lick her wounds, she discovers her heartbroken past has finally caught up with her in the form of Zachary Gray, her childhood sweetheart. He lures her to his island getaway and lands them smack in the middle of a raging hurricane. Lightning doesn't often strike twice, but this storm might give them both a second chance at love.

RALEIGH IN RIO…

Raleigh Campbell just learned that her five year marriage was a sham. To cheer her up, her friends take her to Rio during Carnivale to celebrate her 30th birthday and pending divorce. Little does she know, she’s not the only one her soon-to-be ex has cheated on.

Private investigator Cristo Santiago has been assigned to watch Raleigh's every move, in search of twelve million dollars of embezzled corporate money, and that's landed him in the hot waters of obsession. His love for Raleigh is sealed under the starry Rio sky, but can he find the missing money without losing her trust?

DOLCE & DIANA…

Diana Radford’s divorce settlement includes three million dollars and an island resort off the coast of Grenada. Although not classically educated in the culinary arts, she possesses a rare natural ability to create brilliant Italian/Caribbean fusion dishes. When she is selected by the reality cooking show, Fighting Chance, she can’t turn away the opportunity. Win or lose, this is much needed press for her restaurant, “Dolce”.

Culinary celebrity and reality show host, Chance Kohler possesses arrogance to rival his talent. After helming several 5-star restaurants in the States, he is disappointed to discover his opponent is an ex-waitress with no formal culinary training. From the moment they meet, this fashionista whets his appetite and leaves him craving for second helpings. If he loses, his career is on the line and he must survive the fierce but tasty competition…while the whole world watches.

EXCERPT of DOLCE & DIANA

The sound of her stilettos clicking always calmed her nerves during an intense moment. She didn’t have to look to know the cameras were rolling, scrutinizing her every move. She watched enough reality television to know the viewers never missed a beat.

Diana forced herself to ignore the dozen or so crewmembers moving silently around the room while she prepared the chicken. Once the meat was marinated, she popped the baking dish into the oven with satisfaction. All that was left was the dessert and in four hours she would be serving one of her finest creations to an audience of unknowns.

To kick off the first official day of filming, Diana wanted to be a little daring. Her secret weapon was the latest craze, known by the mainlanders as New World cuisine. She wanted to get everyone’s heart racing and opted for a menu of spicy shrimp and lobster soup, mixed greens with mango salsa dressing, poulet a la Creole and for the grand finale, grilled plantains with brown sugar rum glaze.

The kitchen seemed exceedingly quiet now without her staff. Diana had sent them off to prepare the dining area, also allowing them adequate time to dress for tonight’s live event. In truth, she needed a bit of silence after a full day of frenzied hustle and bustle in the kitchen.

Her nerves must have rubbed off on her crew and the usual cohesiveness of their work routine turned into little kitchen spats and unnecessary mistakes. Not a good start for her day, but she was certain this type of reality would serve well for the producers.

Diana let out a sigh of liberation and pulled off the lid to her main dish. The sweet, pungent aroma of curry and coconut arrested her senses and immediately warmed the kitchen, and her stomach, with its intense bouquet. The mix of star anise and saffron added to the unique blend, which demonstrated the powerful union of Caribbean and Asian.

Her delectable combination would certainly be the highlight of any outdoor summer dining extravaganza. The complexity, yet simplicity of the meal made her think of a forbidden sensuality that would ignite the taste buds.

Sweet and spicy.

Just like her first encounter with Chance Kohler.

As if she had conjured up the phantom with her thoughts, Diana caught a glimpse of bronze skin peeking out of a short-sleeved, pale blue dress shirt. How long had he been watching her without her knowledge?

Diana frowned at the sudden invasion of her space, especially despising that smug look on his handsome face, the way he crossed his arms and leisurely leaned against the refrigerator door.

Diana wondered how many sit-ups he did each day to get that washboard stomach, accentuated by the arms he folded against his chest. The fabric practically molded to him, showing off his lean, muscled body. Definitely a man well kept. She had the sudden urge to rip those tiny little buttons off of him and lick each exquisite ridge as she made her way down to his…

Oh, my. She needed to squelch that thought before it went any further.

“I’ve never seen anyone work the kitchen in three-inch heels before.” Chance straightened up and eyed her Michael Kors stilettos with interest.

Diana struck a model pose. “My kitchen is where Haute Cuisine meets Haute Couture.”

A movement off camera caught her eye and Chance turned in the direction of the producer, Albert Lundgren. The overweight bald man with a white goatee stood behind the cameraman. Apparently pleased with her comment, he threw a thumbs-up sign at Chance and mouthed, “They’re gonna love her.”

Awareness jarred her at the sight of the cameraman. Of course, she had initially felt intimidated and conscious of his presence but as the day rolled on she had forgotten the man’s existence.

As if Al had spent enough time behind the scenes, he glanced at his watch and let out a silent curse. With a quick wave, he strode through the door with his lumbering gait.

Chance shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the stove to get a good peek at her sauce. He leaned in for a sniff and gave her a boyish grin. “Smells to me like you’re making curry with a vat of chili peppers. Very interesting choice for a first presentation. Risky, Red. Very risky.”

Her brows furrowed together at the nickname he had taken the liberty of creating for her. Nicknames denoted intimacy and they were far from friendly, let alone on cutesy abbreviated terms.

Diana shut the lid on the pot with a clang and moved toward the cooking island. She wasn’t about to let him get a rise out of her. She pulled the cutting board closer to her before responding. “I suppose you wouldn’t pull a move like that? And the name is Diana, by the way.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, Rrrred.”

He rolled the “r” in such a way it sounded sensual to her ears. Perhaps the heat from the kitchen was getting to her head after a twelve-hour shift on her feet. Or maybe her hearing had been temporarily impaired by the boisterous conversations of her kitchen staff before she dismissed them.

Diana snapped in irritation, “Shouldn’t you be moussing your hair or flexing in front of a mirror or something?”

“Is that a sexist statement? Isn’t there a disclaimer in our contract to play nice?”

She reached for a stainless steel Masahiro knife and started to dice away on a cucumber from her vegetable basket. “If you think snooping for a bit of an advantage is playing nice, you might want to step back because I’m wielding a sharp object here.”

Chance walked over to the opposite side of the island to face her. He gave her a lopsided smile. “Okay, okay. I’m actually more fascinated to learn where you picked up your sloppy technique.”

Diana grabbed a handful of the chopped cucumbers and threw it into an empty bowl with a vengeance. She glared at him and waved the knife in the air while she spoke. “Sloppy? Excuse me, but your less than adequate manners are sloppy. As long as I create dishes that satisfy the palate and score me some points, I’m sure no one will give a hoot in hell about my technique.”

He stepped back and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa there. You’re as fiery as those pretty red locks of yours. If you aren’t careful you may just win my show by default.”

Her hand stopped in mid-air and she glanced sheepishly at the knife and back at Chance. Embarrassment stained her cheeks at her unconscious movements and she busied herself with her chopping task to cover her reaction.

Diana placed the knife on the cutting board and deposited all the cucumbers in the ceramic bowl before going to the sink to wash her hands. She wiped her hand on a dishtowel, her back facing him. As she mentally prayed for Chance to leave her kitchen, a realization dawned on her. “I know what you’re doing.”

“What exactly is that?” There was a hint of curiosity in his tone.
“You’re trying to throw me off my game.”

“I suppose you learned that line from MTV?”

She fisted the dishtowel tightly in her hand. “You’re such an a—”

Diana whirled around from the sink to confront him without noticing how close he stood to her, and she collided with his solid chest.

“Tsk. Tsk. Cameras rolling,” he leaned in and whispered, giving her a look that could heat the kitchen without an industrial stove.

She blinked several times in awe of his liquid silver eyes staring hotly back at her. They were too beautiful to be real and she couldn’t help being sucked into the vortex of Chance Kohler.

Wake up, Diana. Don’t fall for the pretty boy bullshit.

Her body tensed in agreement with her conscience. “Fine. If you plan on being a nuisance, you might as well be a useful one. Why don’t you clean up.” Diana tossed her dishtowel onto his head, biting back a smile before swiftly moving away from him. She wanted to start on the dessert while the curry simmered.

Chance let out a throaty laugh. “The host of the show is now reduced to cleanup crew.” He pulled the cloth off his head and tucked it into his back pocket before he started collecting the dirty bowls and utensils. He brought the items to the sink while Diana pulled out plantains and ingredients for the rum glaze from a nearby shelf.

The oven beeped and she knew the chicken was ready to go. Diana’s shoes clicked loudly across the tiles until she reached the oven.

She slipped on an oven mitt and pulled the door open, sliding the rack out a few inches. Before she could reach for the hot pan, Chance placed a hand on her wrist.
His fingers were gentle and his touch seared her skin with an erotic awareness.
“Allow me.” Chance slipped the oven mitt from her hand with a slow sensuality. The simple act made her body hum with a desire to throw him against the refrigerator and finish this game he had begun.

Diana tried to quiet her own sharp intake of breath, not understanding why this man made her feel a revitalized sexuality she hadn’t known with Will. Her mind raced to find answers that couldn’t be explained with Chance so near. She turned abruptly and marched off toward the curry simmering on the stove, while Chance transferred the chicken onto a plate.

She stirred the sauce with a wooden spoon, focusing on the task, but unable to brush away the thought of his eyes, those lips, and the hot looks he gave her. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted him in an awful way.

God, how was she going to avoid temptation when the man was always literally within arms length? Diana closed her eyes to calm her jumbled nerves when she felt his fingers swipe a lock of hair over her ear. She held her breath, her heart pounding against her chest as his warm lips made contact with her skin.

His mouth burned a path up her neck and she knew her will was too weak to push away her body’s needs. Chance turned her gently toward him to access her lips. His mouth latched onto hers and the tender kiss soon deepened when he thrust his tongue between her parted lips. Diana fell into the fiery duel of exploration and the erotic touch of tongue-to-tongue made her panties dampen in response.

As Chance took her unawares, the once tender kiss turned brutal, almost angry? She should push him away, but the punishing kiss further excited her. His actions spurred her on and she returned some angry kisses of her own! The fire between them blazed on and his velvety tongue did things to her no man had before. Like knotting cherry stems with one’s tongue, his moves could be mastered by few.

He deepened the kiss and all senses flew out the window. Diana longed to touch him, to feel the solid mass of his chest she had devoured with her eyes earlier. With impatience, she tried to wrap her arms around his neck and froze in horror when she realized she had knocked the plate right out of his hand.

They both looked on and the shock on his face made her stomach tighten angrily. She didn’t know which angered her more: the thought of losing her main dish or the fact that yet another man had taken liberties with her.

Diana couldn’t tamp down the emotions boiling inside of her any longer. “I knew you were out to sabotage me. Get the hell out of my kitchen!”

“I didn’t mean—”

She lunged at him, pushing against his chest with all her might. “Get out of here. Get out!” She yelled as a fat tear rolled down her cheek.

“Please get out,” she squeaked softly, so soft she didn’t think he had heard her.

He gave her a pained expression and left the kitchen without apologies, without excuses, without another word.

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Comments (22)

On May 28, 2009 at 10:46 AM , Paty Jager said...

Fun excerpt! It was nice getting to know more about you!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 10:51 AM , Jax Cassidy said...

Thanks Paty! :)

 
On May 28, 2009 at 10:52 AM , Voirey Linger said...

Paris? Wow, that had to be an incredible experience. Part of me would love to do something like that, but I'm too much of a homebody to move that far away. Mayeb I can visit someday. :)

 
On May 28, 2009 at 10:56 AM , Albert said...

grrrrr.

 
On May 28, 2009 at 10:59 AM , Jax Cassidy said...

Voirey, Paris was a dream come true. You get to immerse yourself in a truly awesome culture. It's so rich in architecture, cuisine, fashion...I lost a lot of weight just walking and exploring the city. It's embedded in my mind and I can't wait to visit again!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 11:16 AM , Melissa Blue said...

Oh, wow. I did learn more about you, Jax. And, of course I want to ask the nosey question of what happened to you that forced you to re-learn basic memory and motor skills?

 
On May 28, 2009 at 11:24 AM , Jax Cassidy said...

Melissa--I was in a car accident that prompted Fibromyalgia which was more complicated than it looked on the outside. I had severe memory loss, arthritis, and a whole bunch of other issues stemming from the impact of the accident. Basically, they wanted to do neurosurgery but it wasn't 100% so I opted to go through physical therapy and memory therapy. It was the toughest time in my life not to be able to pull up words from your head that you've known since pre-school. I faked my way out of everything and I wrote stickies and took notes so I would remember where everything was or if I needed to do something important like eat! By forcing myself to read I was re-training my brain on words again. There's a huge chunk of my memory that's totally missing. It's bizarre! The dictionary became my best friend during those times. It's hard to pretend like you're okay when you can't even read the time on your wristwatch! The most difficult was having no strength. It took about a year for me to be able to pick up a gallon of milk or to button my shirt effectively. I bought slip on tennis shoes because I couldn't tie my shoes! Good times.

 
On May 28, 2009 at 11:59 AM , Melissa Blue said...

If I didn't think you were a Goddess before this...

 
On May 28, 2009 at 12:28 PM , Cambria Dillon said...

Wow Jax. I give you major kudos for rehabilitating yourself. I can't even imagine how tough that must've been. But it's great to see you've succeeded in finding an awesome creative outlet to let your mind escape.
Loved the excerpt! Of course now I'm totally craving some curry or rum-soaked plantains. Or just rum. :)

 
On May 28, 2009 at 12:44 PM , Chaeya said...

Jax, thanks for sharing your website. I love it. I was surprised by how similar our lives have been. I also started out in the entertainment industry, but as a singer/songwriter. I also went to Europe on a whim and wound up married and living there for five years and I also want to go back. And I suffer from mental issues that have forced me to go back on medication. I battle with memory issues also and I found writing helped me heal and to train my mind to focus again.

I wish you nothing but success, and I would love nothing more for there to be a Divas conference. I've organized conferences (for my online Aromatherapy Group) in the past so if you need help, just holla.

I would love to be able to meet you in person and I'm working on getting to a LARA meeting soon.

Blessings!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 12:59 PM , Maria Geraci said...

Great excerpt:) and a fun interview!!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 1:01 PM , Eden Bradley-Eve Berlin said...

Awesome, Jax! I love that you're willing to open up so much about yourself to your readers!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 1:26 PM , Eva Gale said...

You are a force to be reckoned with!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 1:57 PM , Cathy Yardley said...

I love this! So envious that you lived in Paris. And I would love to go to a Romance Divas conference! Thanks for sharing, Jax. :)

 
On May 28, 2009 at 2:24 PM , Cursing Mama said...

Sounds like a fun & exciting book!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 2:39 PM , Jax Cassidy said...

Cambria--it's challenges in life that shape a person and if I hadn't been through it, I wouldn't have known I could do anything I aspire to.

Chaeya--you know I'll be calling on you when this conference ever happens :)

Maria, Eden, Eva, Cathy, CM thanks for popping in...**mwah**

 
On May 28, 2009 at 4:03 PM , Anonymous said...

JAX!!!!

Wow, you've been places. You don't even look old enough to have gone places. You go girl!!!! I wanna do just half of what you've done.

April Morelock

 
On May 28, 2009 at 5:30 PM , Dara Edmondson said...

Jax - I had no idea! Thanks for the great excerpt and all the info on your facinating life!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 6:06 PM , Jax Cassidy said...

Thanks April & Dara! I plan on doing much more traveling and someday more fascinating things! :)

 
On May 28, 2009 at 7:35 PM , Unknown said...

Great excerpt and interview!

 
On May 28, 2009 at 10:28 PM , Caffey said...

Hi Jax! So great to get to know you more! And all I'm missing! Huge congrats on the print release! Wow on the screen plays! I didn't know this process with the writing of screen plays. Fiery Tears is a good name for a book too! Loved these interview questions and answers it was fun! Do you have a genre you'd yet like to write? Any you'd not want to/avoid writing?

 
On May 29, 2009 at 9:27 AM , Jax Cassidy said...

Amy S--thanks for stopping by :)

Caffey--I'm very versatile when it comes to what I love writing. I enjoy contemporaries as much as paranormals. I'm also dabbling with YA paranormals right now but have dreams of doing Women's Fiction. The only thing that I don't foresee doing is historicals. I just feel that it takes a special person to write in this genre. It's so involved and you don't want to piss off hardcore historical fans if you don't get all the details right. :)

Thanks for the questions! I've had so much fun being in the spotlighted!