Holley, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, Polished Slick.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Barnes and Noble: http://barnesandnoble.com/w/polished-slick-holley-trent/1112922533?ean=2940015691184
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Cover artist: Carl J. Franklin
Length: Short novel (52,000 words)
Heat rating: Sensual (some explicit scenes)
Tagline: For as much as she tries to be the boss, he's the real alpha in the room.
Someone’s trying to sabotage the launch of Natural by Nicolette’s new line of nail polishes and Nikki is too danged pregnant for her usual brand of vigilantism. She tasks her ambitious junior chemist, Trinity, with the chore of rooting out the pest. As double insurance, she also bribes her Jack-of-All-Trades tech guy Jeremiah to lend his expertise to the investigation.
Trinity believes Jerry—a heavily tattooed former pro surfer—is lazy and immature. Jerry thinks Trinity—a twenty-four-year-old preppy know-it-all who fancies herself the company’s future Vice President—takes herself too seriously. They obviously hadn’t heard about how opposites attract. Then one night while watching security footage, Jerry stuns her with both his past and his kiss.
Trinity quickly learns that for as much as she tries to be Jerry’s boss, he’s the real alpha in the room. And when he cleans himself up, he’s damn near irresistible—not just to Trinity. With the nail polish’s launch in limbo and the company’s new ad campaign making waves, it’s Trinity who feels she needs to grow up. If she doesn’t, she’ll lose her shot at the only man she’s ever wanted who’s smarter than her.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Jeremiah (Jerry) Rouse is 32 years old and works as a the tech guru at Natural by Nicolette: a small cosmetics company in Eastern North Carolina.
Trinity Jordan is 24 and is N-by-N's junior formulations chemist.
A sotto alto said from the bench, “Imagine how productive we’d all be if we actually worked during working hours.” Jerry resisted the urge to fling his cell phone in the direction of the smug voice and instead ground his teeth. He wasn’t a violent guy. He was just so damned tired. Everything was setting him on edge. Jerry decided then and there to do two things. First, make time for pleasure even if it meant he had a backlog of work. Second, tame that little shrew. He’d done it before. Wasn’t hard.
Jerry’s emotions must have been clear on his face because Juan laughed, shook his head, and stood himself. Before retreating to the boxing area, he leaned in close to Jerry and said, “Take some advice from your old friend Juanito. Don’t argue. The women—they like that. Seems to charge their batteries. You’re better off just letting her have the last word.” He slapped the taller man on the back and walked away.
Jerry couldn’t resist glowering at the owner of the smug voice. She wasn’t looking at him at the moment as she had her head down measuring out ingredients from cryptically labeled canisters, so he squinted at her hair, trying to figure out what was different about it. “Ah,” he murmured to himself after noting the lack of color at the tips of her pixie cut. Trinity let Mercedes cut her hair, and Mercedes regularly liked to experiment with color. The last had been blue. Jerry guessed she’d opted out during the last cut. It was cute. Not too many women could pull off a style that short, but she had a heart-shaped face and delicate features, unmistakably feminine. She would have been beautiful even if she was bald.
Trinity looked up from the oil she was pouring and found him staring, so he did the punk thing and decided to save the fight for another day. He turned around and walked to his desk without comment.
Interview with Jerry Rouse
Tell us about yourself. What are you like?
Um…I dunno. I don't really like talking about myself. In the past when people have asked me questions like this I'd hand the sheet over to my whoever my girlfriend of the time was. They were happy to dish all the dirt. I guess that would be cheating, right?
What do you think is your strongest point?
My ability to remain calm under pressure. It's taken a lot of practice, but I developed the skill from surfing, I think. What are you going to do when you wipe out? Throw your board at the ocean? Get mad at it? No: you grit your teeth and toss yourself back out there.
Do you have a weakness? (If so, what do you think it is? What does your lover think it is? What does your enemy think it is?)
Sure! My weakness is named "Kate Rouse." She's my dad's wife.
Trinity would probably say my weakness is not finishing my degree.
My enemy? I suppose if I had one it'd be Kate. She'd say my weakness is being alive. She really is an awful human being. She should probably consider meditation.
What drives you to do the things you do? What makes you want to be the "good guy?"
The want of recreation drives my professional endeavors. I work hard so I can play hard. Happiness makes me want to be the good guy. I want that life with a perfect house and lazy Sundays curled up on the sofa with another warm body.
What's your favorite guilty pleasure?
Teasing Trinity. It's fun.
If you didn't know how old you were how old would you be?
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
Work Now, Surf Later
What song would best describe your life?
"Walk Over Me" by The All-American Rejects
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
Probably tack up all those messy computer cords.
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
Motherboards, giant computer monitors, wireless peripherals, game controllers...
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Napping in physics.
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do. ^_^
I had a ferret for a while when I was a kid. One day Kate had annoyed me in some way I can't specifically recall, so as a little prepubescent payback I left little Slick in her underwear drawer.
I didn't have Slick much longer. I miss the little guy. Hope he's okay.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Caution: smarter than you.
Please Fill in the Blanks
I love pizza with mushrooms.
I'm always ready for surfing.
When I'm alone, I sleep.
You'd never be able to tell, but my teeth are capped.
If I had a halo it would be made of computer cords.
If I could surf professionally again I'd jump at the chance.
I can never resist antagonizing Kate because she deserves it.
About the Author
Holley Trent is a Carolina girl gone West. Raised in rural coastal North Carolina, she has Southern sensibilities but her adventurous spirit drove her to Colorado for new experiences. Holley writes romances with real-life humor and rural fantasy romances set in her home state.
Her protagonists regularly fall victim to her odd sense of humor and find themselves in improbable situations (with happily-every-after outcomes). Holley's cast of characters tends to swear, drink and do a fair amount of carousing, but they're generally well-intentioned and obey all laws and ordinances. Usually.
Holley is a member of RWA and Colorado Romance Writers. She honed her critical reading skills at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill's English department, but learned to tell a story from her big sister whose fantastic fibs during childhood left Holley agape and agog.
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