Today I have Cate Masters walking on the Cheeky Side! She has an exciting new release, Cursed, as a part of the new Tease line from Decadent Publishing.
Who would play you in your telemovie?
First, thanks for having me on your lovely blog, Bianca. 🙂
Hm, I’m used to putting stars’ faces on my characters, but not on me! I have a fun series on my blog called Casting Call. You can check it out here: http://catemasters.blogspot.com/p/blog-series.html
Maybe Diane Keaton – she’s usually a little ditzy but fun, basically intelligent and caring. Wish I were as slim as her though!
Thanks for being here! Who would play your (real or imagined) significant other?
Nick Nolte. I didn’t need to think about that one, lol. People have told him (mostly when we were younger) that he was a dead ringer.
What are two words that you would use to describe you?
Funny, though my humor can run toward wry or black
Persistent (a must if you’re going to follow your dream!)
You wake up in the body of the opposite sex. What’s the first thing you do?
If I’m anything like my hubby, I head for the bathroom, lol. Then I check to see whether we’ve switched bodies. No matter, I’d still love him.
Best pickup line, you’ve had used on you, used yourself or for a character?
I loved the line Harry said to Sally that fateful New Year’s Eve: “I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
If you could be any character in a book, which would it be? Why?
I have such a terrible time choosing favorites of anything. I fall in love with too many books. 🙂 But I recently discovered Kelley
Armstrong’s Women of the Otherworld series. I’d be any of those women — they’re all feisty, powerful, smart, sexy and they get the hot heroes, lol
If you could live in a story for one day, which would it be? Why?
Again, I think I’d go with Kelley Armstrong – Dime Store Magic. Witches and warlocks and magic and adventure!
Only one? No fair. What happened to variety is the spice of life? Okay, if I have to choose just one…my hubby. When I was young, my definition of sexy was a hot wild thing. I married him, lol. Then I saw him with each new baby we had, and he melted my heart all over again. He’s stuck with me through great times and awful times. Now he encourages me to keep writing, keep doing what I love, and he’s so patient and loving with our grandboys, and it’s beyond sexy. After 36 years, he still melts my heart.
Awww…I just love that answer :). If you could meet one author living or dead, who would it be?
J.R. Ward. I’d love to get inside her head, lol
Must have thing when writing?
Hot black tea. Keep it comin’. 🙂
Fantastic! Another tea lover! Thanks for taking a walk with me today Cate. Check out Cate’s new release – Cursed – and hurry to enter the giveaway, time’s running out!
Find Cate and Cursed here:
Ten days of freedom. That’s all Fate had allotted me each year. In the streets of Venice, I could walk among them. Mingle. Belong.
During Carnevale, they had no idea who I was. What I was.
For ten days, it didn’t matter.
Until I met her.
Bruno diCesare lives alone by necessity, not choice. An experiment performed by Leonardo da Vinci, who believed having a dual DNA would grant a person immortality, used magic to render Bruno a chimera – the head of a lion, body of a dragon. The only time he can mingle with people is during Carnevale, ten glorious days of masked anonymity, frivolity and intimacy.
Melina Weaver learned fire dancing to enliven her dull existence. A scientist, her long hours at the lab leave no time for a social life. For ten days at Carnevale, she can pretend to be someone else. Someone sexy and daring, who lives on the edge.
Once she meets Bruno, her wish comes true, but everything goes terribly wrong. Beneath Bruno’s costume lurks an alpha male, but is he dangerous? Worse, can she return to an employer who sells her research to the military to make an army of efficient killers? Her only hope may lie with the man she’s just met and never seen.
Melina should have stayed in her room. Finding him had seemed like such incredible luck. Now she wondered whether luck had turned against her.
That sound—almost an animal sound—had that come from him? Had she imagined it? Strange things went on during Carnevale, her online friends had said, some so inexplicable no science could explain them. She’d laughed when they warned her she might get in over her head.
The sheer strength of his muscles, the raw power beneath his clothes, thrilled her. His pace conveyed the same urgency.
Pressed to his side, nerves jangling, her foot slipped on the stone step.
In one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms and continued hurrying along. “Are you all right?”
“Unless embarrassment leaves a mortal wound. I’m normally not so clumsy.” She settled against his broad chest. Such incredible stamina. An image pierced her mind: his muscular, naked torso above her, his hips rocking against hers. His presence overwhelmed her, and she was acutely aware of every motion, every breath.
At the bottom of the stone stairs, he set her on her feet but maintained his firm hold. “Dampness has a habit of lingering here. You’d best allow me to assist you.”
“Please.” She fitted herself against him, acutely aware of the way his body moved against hers.
“In these calle of San Samuele,” he said, “Giacomo Casanova spent his youth.”
“Calle?” She should have brushed up on her Italian.
He dipped his head closer. “Narrow alleyways.”
“Narrow and dark. I wonder how many trysts Casanova had in these alleys?” And Casanova had nothing on Bruno. Women probably flocked around him constantly. Acid flashed through her at the thought.
“Too many to recount.” He paused, then added, “If one believes the writings in his diary. His mentor, the poet Giorgio Baffe, lived just down there.”
“Mentor?” She didn’t recall Casanova writing poetry. Did Bruno as well? Or was he not romantic that way?
“Of a sort. The man who introduced Casanova to worldly pleasures.”
The way the last two words rolled off his tongue, so enticing. She glanced at the dark steps that led to deeper shadows beside the canal.
She surprised herself by steering him down there, tugging him to an abrupt halt. “Do such mentors still exist?”
He whirled her against a wall. “Why? Would you be interested?”
She let her hands wander across the contours of his chest. “You did offer to introduce me to the delights of Venice.”
The same growl as earlier rumbled in his throat, unmistakable this time.“You do like to play with fire, don’t you?”
And he knew how to ignite one.