Today we have with us romance author Aimee Duffy. Her first novel, a fun, sexy romance entitled The Monster of Fame, just released on the 14th of October. Please welcome Aimee Duffy!
Me: What made you realize you wanted to be a writer? And what made you choose the romance genre?
Aimee: I can’t remember when I first had the urge to write. It feels like an itch that’s been there forever. It wasn’t until I was reading Surf, Sea & a Sexy Stranger by Heidi Rice that I thought I want to be able to write something as hot as this. So, I searched Harlequin’s site, had a read over the writer’s guidelines and wrote my first story. It was awful and will never ever see the light of day, but I was bit by the writing bug and I haven’t looked back since.
I’d also like to write YA too, but I have so many characters bouncing around in my head demanding their own HEA the YA stuff has to go on the back burner.
Me: What is your writing schedule like?
Aimee: Hectic, manic, at times non-existent (like this month). Usually I try for at least one thousand words a day, but life doesn’t always make that possible.
Me: How did you come up with the concept of your book?
Aimee: I’m a reality television show fanatic. Last year while watching the XFactor I thought to myself, what if one of the judges were having a relationship with a contestant, then bang, I had my NaNoWriMo project 🙂 I’ve tweaked the show, created new characters and given it a different spin, but the show gave me the idea for The Monster of Fame.
Me: Can you share with us what your road to publication was like?
Aimee: Stressful. I’m not the most patient person in the world, and when I hit send on a submission I usually stalk my inbox for days and days even though I know nothing’s going to be there. Thankfully Beachwalk Press are FAST and it didn’t take me long to decide that’s where I’d fit. I’m glad I found them 🙂
Me: Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
Aimee: I’d say keep at it, never give up. Find yourself a fabulous CP because they are worth their weight in gold (thank you again Amy!). Join writing communities, take courses, do what you can to make yourself better every day. The only difference between an unpublished author and a published author is that the published author never gave up.
ME: Awww! Thanks for the compliment, Aimee! You’ve made no secret of your shoe addiction! Can you describe your absolute favorite pair that you own? How about the dream pair that you want to own?
Aimee: Yes! I have a pair of thigh high boots I bought from RiverIsland when I was sixteen. I love them far too much to ever wear them (even though they cost a fortune!). They come up just past the knee, with cool chains and spiked studs (I was going through a punk phase!).
There are so many I’d LOVE to own. But if I had to pick, any made by Jimmy Choo would do me 🙂
Thanks for being here, Aimee! And to all my readers, if you love a fun, fast-paced, steamy romance, You should definitely pick up a copy of The Monster of Fame.
You can get a copy of The Monster of Fame from Amazon here.
And you can visit Aimee at her blog here.
And now, a special excerpt from The Monster of Fame by Aimee Duffy!
“I have to say, I agree with Safri,” Sander Chase said, breaking Anna out of her reverie. Still, the sorrow of Miles’s rejection almost swallowed her whole. “You’re through to the next round, Annabelle. Congratulations.”
Again, Anna forced herself to smile even though she felt like crying. This was what she wanted, right? Just the majority vote. It was enough, yet it didn’t feel like enough. She glanced at Miles again who was now pinching the bridge of his nose between a long forefinger and thumb, his eyes shut tight.
What she really wanted was his approval. The other two were talented recording artists, sure. But it was his opinion that mattered most. His company represented every ounce of talent in the UK and he didn’t think she had what it would take to be one of them. Was he right?
“Thank you,” Anna choked past the rising lump in her throat. Tremors continued to rake through her, and she used every ounce of strength she had to hold back the tears burning her eyes. Safri and Sander smiled encouragement, and she turned to leave the room. She felt unsteady on the cheap high heels she’d borrowed from her mum. She draped her arms beside her hips to try and steady herself.
Just as she made the exit and put her hand out to reach for the door a warm set of fingers wrapped around her wrist. Jolts of heat snaked through her arm. The spicy smell of aftershave made her stomach quiver.
Startled, she turned her head, tilting her chin slightly to look into Miles’s eyes. His pupils were fully dilated in the dim light and a tingle of heat skittered down her spine.
“I’m sorry for hurting your feelings,” Miles whispered huskily. The sound made her shiver. “I just don’t think you have what it takes. Wouldn’t it be better to walk away now than have your dreams blown to pieces later?”
The strange shaky feeling blossoming in her stomach froze in its tracks at his words. With her eyes narrowing in anger—both at his assumption and her body’s infuriating reaction—she frowned at him.
“I’ll deal with it if it happens,” Anna ground out through clenched teeth.
He dropped her wrist like her words burned him. After staring her down for a moment, he turned and strode back to the judging table. She pushed the doors wide and kept a death grip on her irritation with Miles, terrified that if she let it go she would burst into tears.
“Well? How’d it go?” Jess asked, jumping up from a seat to greet her.
“I got through.”
“Anna, that’s fab!” Jess threw her arms around Anna, and she felt some of her despair leak out to be replaced with a shred of Jess’s joy.
It was fab. It was exactly what she needed. Why couldn’t she just be happy about it?
Bleedin’ green-eyed know-it-all! Anna would show him she had what it takes…