|Things Good Girls Don't Do|
Codi Gary, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, Things Good Girls Don't Do.
Genre: Contemporary Romance.
Publisher: Harper Collins Publishers
Length: 112 pages
Heat rating: Seven
Tagline: Good girls don't steal. Good girls don't visit sex shops. Good girls don't have one-night stands.
For Katie Conners, being a good girl just isn't worth it anymore. It used to mean getting the life she always wanted. But that was before she got dumped and her ex got engaged to his rebound. So, after a bad day and one too many mojitos, Katie starts making a list of things a girl like her would never do, not in a million years …
As a tattoo artist with a monster motorcycle, Chase Trepasso isn't the kind of guy you bring home to mom and dad. And when he finds Katie's list in a bar, he's more than happy to help her check off a few items. Especially the ones on the naughtier side …
Katie's more than tempted by Chase's offer, as long as they keep things uncomplicated. But as they spend more time together, she may just wind up breaking the most important rule of all: Good girls don't fall in love with bad boys.
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Katie Connors: 30 year old hairdresser.
Chase Trepasso: 33 year old tattoo artist.
It's important to always be a nice girl, Katie. Otherwise, people won't want to let their kids play with you.
Katie tried to remember her mother's childhood advice while organizing the Rock Canyon Independence Day Extravaganza, the annual parade, fair, and fireworks show celebrating the Fourth of July. The only drawback was that she had to work with Mrs. Marcie Andrews. And Mrs. Andrews was trying her patience in a big way.
"I just don't understand why the tattoo booth is set up next to the kissing booth. Those drill noises are going to be distracting."
Katie took a breath. Sometimes Mrs. Andrews acted like she was in her eighties instead of her early fifties. She was a dairy farmer's wife, had four kids, and attended church every Sunday, but even Katie's mother had called her a "gossiping windbag," and her mother had rarely spoken ill of anyone. Katie, taking a calming breath and channeling her mother's patience-is-a-virtue mentality, said, "There won't actually be any real tattoos being done, Mrs. Andrews. It's going to be henna tattoos. Mr. Trepasso is just handing out his cards and giving people samples of his work."
Mrs. Andrews harrumphed. "Why Merve rented that space to a tattoo parlor, I'll never know. It always just seems to draw the wrong element."
And the two bars in town don't? Katie didn't say that, though. She just smiled and said, "I'm sure it will be fine."
Mrs. Andrews seemed to realize that Katie wasn't going to agree with her and dropped the subject. "Now Katie, I know that the town council appointed you for this job, but I am co-head of this committee and I have more experience with this event since I'm a bit older than you. I just want to make sure you appreciate my advice, and don't disregard it out of turn. I know how you young people like to think you know everything."
"Of course, Mrs. Andrews, I completely value and appreciate your help. I am so honored that they picked me to help run things, but I am sure there is a lot I can learn from you."
That seemed to pacify the older woman, and she preened. "All right, then, so your shift for the kissing booth is from three to three thirty, and we'll start the fireworks after the Canyon Queen Pageant. I really don't know about doing a big fireworks display. It's a waste of money and so very dangerous."
Katie wrote some notes in her binder, ignoring the fireworks subject for the sixteenth time, and closed it with a forced smile. "Okay, I think that's it! We should be set for Thursday."
Mrs. Andrews frowned a little and worried aloud, "Are you sure there's nothing else? You have your dress for the Canyon Queen float?"
Of course she had her dress. In a small town like
, everyone knew everyone
else's business and you didn't mess with town festivities and traditions. At least
six people a day asked her stupid questions like "Are you ready to retire your
crown?", "Are you excited about riding the float again?", "What's
your dress look like?", and "How's Jimmy doing?" Rock
That last question was enough to make her throw everything her mother ever taught her out the window and unleash the fury on someone. Jimmy Lawrence, her boyfriend of seven years, had broken up with her eight months ago. Actually, broken up was too mild a term. The dirty, lily-livered jerk had dumped her for a girl six years younger and twice her bra size. She'd tried to just smile and act like it didn't bother her by participating in the Valentine's Day singles auction—where she'd ended up spending the Sweethearts Dance with Carl Anderson, a nice enough guy when he didn't think his rotten-egg farts were hilarious. After that, she'd gone out with a few men from church, but the men of
were just so . . . Rock Canyon
She couldn't come up with the perfect adjective to sum up the disgusting, irritating, and even boring antics of the six dates she'd had.
So Katie threw herself into one project after another, and this parade was only the latest. She tried to keep busy at the salon, and it helped that Jimmy and his new girlfriend had moved to Twin Falls, so she didn't have to see them walking around looking happy and in love. If she had to suffer through that torture on a daily basis, she might drive her car into the canyon—after running the cheating bastard and his little tart over with her 4Runner first.
Was she bitter? Well, no one could blame her. She had put her heart and soul into a relationship that had gone nowhere. All the years she'd spent grooming Jimmy, supporting him, and now someone else got to enjoy the benefits.
Which left her here, listening to Mrs. Andrews go on and on about the marching band, when a deep voice interrupted, "Excuse me, ladies, I just wanted to hand over my check for my rental booth."
Katie's gaze snapped up to meet a pair of steel-gray eyes. She could hear the disapproval in Mrs. Andrews's voice as she drawled, "Mr. Trepasso, we were just talking about you."
Those amazing eyes didn't stray from hers as he replied, "Please call me Chase, Mrs. Andrews. I hope you ladies were saying good things about me?"
Katie's gaze shifted away from him to Mrs. Andrews, who looked like she'd smelled something vile. Katie, afraid the older woman would open her mouth and tell him exactly what she'd said, smiled, took his check, and quickly said, "Thanks, Chase, and of course it was good. I was just telling Mrs. Andrews what a wonderful job you did on my friend Stephanie's rose tattoo. It's lovely."
Chase's handsome face, with his slim nose, sensual mouth, and dimpled chin, lit up with a wicked grin. His brown hair was short, spiky, and a pair of studs adorned both of his ears. "Then why haven't you been down to see me, Katie?" He lowered his voice and leaned closer. "I can do something really small and feminine, where no one would ever see it."
Katie fought the urge to fan herself as she heard Mrs. Andrews's gasp. She remembered the first time she'd seen Chase after he moved to
five months ago. He'd
been moving through the crowd at Buck's Shot Bar, handing out business cards for
his parlor. He'd stopped in front of Steph and she, holding out a card to each of
them, and when Chase's hand had touched Katie's it had been electric. Too bad he
hadn't seemed as affected by it as her; he'd moved on to the next group without
so much as a backward glance. She'd been a little disappointed at his dismissal,
and when she'd seen him in the crowd at the Valentine's Day singles auction, she
had secretly hoped he might bid on her. It was an idiotic hope, though. She went
off with Carl, and Chase got into a bidding war with Gregg Phillips over Ryan Ashton.
He'd lost out, and since then she'd seen him out with several women, but never the
same one twice. It seemed Chase had a type of woman and none of them had a reputation
for being a "good" girl, unlike Katie, who couldn't even seem to return
a library book late. Rock
It was just as well that he had never looked at her like that. Chase was a heartbreaker, the kind of guy everyone in town disapproved of, but that didn't mean he didn't get her blood pumping anytime he came near her. Only last week he'd joined her best friend Stephanie, her husband Jared, and Katie for a friendly game of pool. When she kept missing shot after shot, he'd taken her aside, bent her over the table, and whispered, "Now, what you want to do is . . ."
She honestly couldn't remember what else he'd said as he'd folded that tall, muscular frame over hers and she'd felt every breath of his words against her hair, cheek, and neck. Her butt had been cradled perfectly against his jean-clad crotch and instinct had screamed at her to wiggle against him, but good girls didn't do that. It would have been vulgar, and nice girls were never vulgar.
He'd finally backed away from her and she'd told everyone she needed to leave, that she'd forgotten to feed her cat. She'd figured her crazy attraction to him was just a side effect of her stagnant sex life and she just needed to put some distance between them, but the memory of his body flush against hers was something that gave her ideas. Naughty, naked, sweaty ideas.
How did you get your start in the industry?
Avon Impulse put out a "Call for New Authors" last September for Valentine's Day novellas and I submitted, The Trouble with Sexy, which was picked up and published as a part of Kiss Me: An Avon Valentines Day Anthology.
What websites do you visit daily?
Ha! I'm a bit of a social media junkie! I start with Facebook, then move counter clockwise on my phone aps to Pinterest, Twitter, Goodreads and Tumblr….oh, and my email.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
"You knew you wanted to write since you were eleven! Get a move on, girlie!"
How do you cope with stress as an author?
I watch my favorite shows, play with my kids, and put what I'm feeling into my work. It also helps to have an awesome brainstorming bud to vent frustrations too. I call mine Fluffy.
What are some jobs you've done before (or while) you were a writer?
I worked at a grocery chain for five years, a Veterinary Assistant for six, and have been a stay at home mom for four.
What kind of books do you read when taking a break from your own writing?
All genres of romance, some young adult, it just depends on my mood. Lately I've read Cynthia Sax, Cheryl Harper, Julia Quinn, Eloisa James, Connie Brockway, and Candis Terry.
What is your favorite holiday and why?
Oh man, favorite? No, no it's a tie between Christmas (because of the light hearted, happy feelings it brings out in me) and Halloween (because who doesn't love dressing up, watching scary movies and eating candy?)
What do you like to do when you're bored?
Watch Supernatural, Glee, or New Girl, and Drool, Sing, and Snort Laugh in that order.
If your life became a movie, who would you want to play you?
Ohhhh…Anne Hathaway…adore her!
Please underline which statement is more like you:
"I am a vacation spa because I am laid back and relaxed."
"I am a ten-countries in ten-days tour vacation, because I do things as fast as possible."
Please complete the sentences
I love pizza with pepperoni and cheese.
I'm always ready for a shopping trip!
When I'm alone, I like to curl up with coffee and the Winchesters.
You'd never be able to tell, but I used to be a cheerleader in high school.
If I had a halo it would be a bit crooked and dented.
If I could only duplicate myself I'd get so much more done.
I can never be a sky diving instructor because heights freak me out!
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