Several years ago I decided I’d had enough of my kids not helping around the house. I know I’m a nurturer, but I was being run ragged. Summer came and I decided I was on strike. Yup, you heard right. Strike. I didn’t make one breakfast or lunch and the only dinners I cooked were for my husband on the nights he was home. My husband is a restaurateur. He’s seldom home. Cruel? No way. My eldest was fifteen and my youngest ten, and they wanted what they wanted, when they wanted it. The only things I cleaned were the bathrooms, because let’s face it, gross.
What did I do on my time off? I wrote a book, an historical—freehand. It was one of my best summers and I discovered I loved writing. My kids, well they were fine, more than fine. And they were better for it, even though they thought the whole thing funny.
I had a rule that when I was in my office they were not to disturb me. My son, the eldest and most vocal of the trio, would walk in—several times a day—call me JK (Rowling) and walk out…laughing. I told him the joke was on him, because when I made my first million, he’d get none of it. Dream big, I say.
My first contemporary, Sin on the Strip, was my wanting to write something different. It actually started out as a Blaze but grew to be too long. So I added murder to the mix. Now I’m not saying my kids inspired me, but every time I picked up dirty clothes or a wet towel off floor, or had my stuff borrowed and my makeup stolen, it set the mood. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, but they can push my buttons.
That summer was an eye-opener for all of us. They still don’t pick up after themselves. I’ll make my first million before that happens. But more than anything, what started out as an attempt at teaching them a lesson, turned out to be a road to discovery. My children learned to be a little self-sufficient, and I’d found my passion.
My heroine, Maggie, is a nurturer who enjoys helping other. It’s her passion. It’s drives her, this need to reach out and do something. Unfortunately she’s so passionate, she puts others needs and safety before her own. Not unlike a mother. It drives Christian, my hero, crazy. Reckless behavior has consequences and in his life, those are never good. What drives him is a desperate need to find his sister’s killer. And when two passionate people collide, watch out.
What’s your passion?
What happens in Las Vegas always burns bright, especially after hours. In this sizzling new series, the city’s 24/7 glitz hides one woman’s darkest nightmares—and one investigator’s seductive secrets…
Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas’s merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won’t survive…
Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer’s MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie’s determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…
About the Author
Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves. Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition. http://www.lucyfarago.com/