What a difference a year makes -Tracey Rogers

TraceyRogerspicToday I welcome my friend and fellow author Tracey Rogers  back to First Steps. 2013  was  special for me and similarly so for Tracey  whose books Daring to Wish and Best Fake Day were released by Beachwalk Press in 2013. Over to you Tracey.Daring to Wish_Medium

A very happy New Year to you all! I can’t believe yet another year has passed us by and how different 2013 was for me!
I’m not terribly superstitious, but I do avoid walking under ladders. There are also numbers I avoid. Last New Year’s Eve I was really wasn’t looking forward to 2013. Three is my least favourite number and the idea of 13 in a year wasn’t particularly appealing. Not that I think it’s an unlucky number, but because saying the number out loud makes it sound so…dull. thirteen. Sounds sad doesn’t it? It made me dread the coming year. How wrong was I?
It was in January 2013 that I clicked send on my manuscript to Beachwalk Press. I hit send and had no nerves or expectations at all. After all, 2013 was destined to be a rubbish year. One month later I got the contract for my first book Daring to Wish. Then I went on to write Best Fake Day and later had that book accepted too.BestFakeDay_Medium
2013 was an amazing year for me. To be published was a dream of mine and if anyone would have told me in January that I would become an author in 2013, I would have laughed. To have begun the year as a writer with dreams and aspirations, then to finish the year with my second release Best Fake Day was a fantastic end to a very wonderful year.
Not only was it a wonderful year as an author, but as a writer. The writing community is so supportive. It’s also amazing that my author friends have had a fab year too with contracts and book releases to celebrate. Also those writer’s who are yet to find their books a home have reason to celebrate their determination and the fact that they have written a book, or two, or three…What an achievement!
I don’t have anything to celebrate in 2014 yet, but I’m working on it! I wonder what 2014 has planned for us? What are you hoping for?

I’m so pleased 2013 was an enjoyable one for you Tracey.

If you haven’t read Tracey’s books yet here’s where you can find them:

Daring to Wish –

Beachwalk Press Buy Link

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

Barnes and Noble

Best Fake Day

Beachwalk Press

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

Here’s a taste of Tracey’s latest release Best Fake Day:

Blurb
Faking it never felt so good.
Wedding photographer and romance lover Izzy Latham dreams of finding her own happily ever after. When her former teenage crush arrives at her doorstep, looking sexier than ever, and asks to marry her, it should be her dream come true, right? Wrong. It turns out he doesn’t want to actually marry her—he only wants to pretend to marry her.
Marriage hater Jack Carter will do anything to close his latest business deal, including finding a wife. The only person who can help him is his childhood friend, Izzy. Except Izzy isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s definitely all woman, and there’s an attraction between them that’s hard to ignore.
Jack has to convince Izzy to fake it, but the problem is that she hates to lie. However, she can’t deny her feelings for him either. So when Jack makes her an offer she can’t refuse, she reluctantly agrees to help him out.
Faking it is the easy part. But what happens when fake starts to feel so real?
Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language.

Excerpt
“Let me work off the money,” Izzy said.
She felt Jack’s gaze rake over her body, watched the clench of his jaw. “And how are you planning to work it off, Isabel?” he almost growled. “Is that what all of this is about?” he asked as his hand made an indicating sweep over her body. “Dress to impress so you can pay me in kind?”
“Oh God, no,” she spluttered. “This is me showing you I’m not the weak, naïve girl I used to be and I won’t be pushed around!”
The hard glint in his eyes softened slightly. “You were never weak. Naïve…” He trailed off. “So how exactly were you planning to pay me back?”
“Working here for you for free until I pay you back. I could collect glasses, work the bar, or clean.”
“And you have experience in any of those roles?”
“No. But I could learn.”
“But what about the house repairs?”
She shrugged. “I could do that during the daytime and work here at night. Then when I’m earning again from my day job I’ll pay you back.”
“And what exactly is your day job?”
“I’m a photographer. I could even do that here. Take photographs of the patrons and sell them for you.”
“You work freelance?”
“I have my own business.” She hesitated before elaborating. “As a wedding photographer,” she said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t snag the teasing opportunity.
Too late. The corner of his mouth quirked until it bloomed until a grin. “A wedding photographer. How appropriate. I knew playing dress-up with your mother’s veil and having teddy bears as your guests would have an influence on you one day.”
“You mean like wanting to have a traditional wedding where the groom doesn’t have to bribe the bride? Yeah, my childhood messed me up real bad,” she said with sarcasm.
“You’re not working here, Izzy. And this conversation is over.”
“No, it’s not. I’m giving you a solution to paying off what I owe. I’ll work off the amount Ellie paid for our debts and the rest you get from her. So when do I start?”
“You are not working here.”
“Why?”
“Do you really want to have some guy groping you as you serve drinks? Or a group of guys? I run a tight ship and look out for my staff, but sometimes it happens.”
“I can look after myself. I have been groped before, you know. I can deal with it.”
He slid his chair closer, bending his legs so hers surrounded him without touching, but close, very close. He looked up at her under dark lashes. “So if some guy puts a hand on your leg you wouldn’t mind?”
She shook her head.
“And if that hand strayed beneath your dress?” he asked as his hand reached out to graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her shudder.
She shook her head slowly, earning a dark look. Of course she would mind. But this was Jack.
He stood abruptly, stepping into the v of her thighs. “And if a guy tried to kiss you?”
“I have been kissed before, remember?” she said, inwardly cringing at how breathless she sounded.
“I remember being a boy kissing you as a girl. If I were to kiss you now I wouldn’t be holding back and I wouldn’t be kissing you as a boy—I’d be kissing you as a man.”
“Then do it,” she demanded.
Author bio
A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.
You can find me here:

http://traceyrogers.wordpress.com/

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