It’s my delight to welcome Lana Williams. We have collaborated as part of the Love Historicals author group. She’s also a World of de Wolfe Pack sister, and we’ve contributed to various successful anthologies together.
Thank you so much for having me here today, Anna!
Where were you born, Lana?
I was born in the Black Hills of South Dakota. There is a ton of history there and I think that is where my love of history began. The Lakota, Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane, and so many others painted a rich history in the area.
What do you like most about where you live now?
We live in Colorado and love the variety of activities here – camping, ATVing, hiking, museums, and shopping. We enjoy the seasons and lots of sunshine.
What’s your favorite season?
I love autumn the most. Something about the crispness in the air and the changing colors stirs me. It makes me want to bake and start planning for all the holidays coming.
Do you have any personal heroes/heroines?
My mom has always been a role model for me. She is an amazing woman. She raised six kids on a dairy farm, held a full time job, helped milk cows, kept us all fed and clothed, hauled us to all of our activities, was a 4-H leader, continues to be active in our church and many other clubs. I have never been able to keep up with her. She has always encouraged me and prodded me. Her advice of “just work on the project for five minutes” has gotten me through college, a dirty house, and writing a book! I hear her voice in my head all the time. Thanks, Mom!
Where would we be without our Moms? Do you have any hobbies?
I love to bake, something I share with my mom. I make cookies almost every week. I have to say my chocolate chip cookies are pretty amazing, or at least my boys think they are. I like to make bread and have a great recipe for homemade pizza crust. I enjoy making homemade pretzels too. During the holidays, I go a bit crazy. LOL. Good thing I have a houseful of guys who are always grazing.
What is your feeling about social media?
I’m an introvert at heart, so thinking of things to post is a challenge for me, but I do love interacting with readers and hearing what’s going on in their lives. That is a true delight!
Can you confide something you wish you were better at?
I am always striving to improve my writing. That is one of the things I love (and okay, hate, some days!) about this career. There is always more to learn. I doubt I’ll ever be able to master all of it. I love discussing character arcs and plots and the hero’s journey. I’m hoping to make each book better than the last.
Do you like animals? Pets?
As I grew up on a farm, I love animals. Growing up, we had horses, cows, chickens, cats and dogs. Now we are limited to two labs that we adore. They are spoiled rotten!
What do you enjoy about being a published author?
I love writing in general. It is challenging, frustrating, difficult, but one of the most amazing things ever when it’s working well. One of the best parts about being an author is meeting others whether they are readers or other authors. I have met some of the most amazing women and found dear friends on this journey, including the de Wolfe ladies!
How do you deal with writer’s block?
I don’t believe in writer’s block. I know that when I get stuck, it’s because something is off and needs to be changed. I try to come at it from a different angle or point of view or change the plot. Some days the words won’t come but I set my timer and force them out, even if they’re garbage. As Nora Roberts says, you can’t edit a blank page.
Tell us about your latest release.
My latest release is LOVING THE HAWKE, the first full length book in my new series, The Seven Curses of London. The first novella in the series was TRUSTING THE WOLFE, which was part of the World of the de Wolfe books.
I loved TRUSTING THE WOLFE. Can’t wait to read the latest.
Here’s a little more about LOVING THE HAWKE:
Two wounded souls, a wallflower and a war hero, stumble upon each other time and again in slums and ballrooms, realizing they fight a common cause and share an unbridled passion. Will the curse they fight be their downfall? Or will love win the day?
Do you enjoy writing series?
Yes, and I’m just finishing edits on the next book in this series. As I reader, I love stories where you get a glimpse at the characters from previous books. I’ve found it’s that way with writing them too. Lots of fun!
“You have no say over me, Mr. Hawke.”
“What would your father say if he knew where you had spent the luncheon hour?”
She gasped. “Are you threatening me?”
“No. I am trying to keep you safe.”
“You don’t know my name. Besides, I am old enough to see to my own safety.”
“And you obviously are quite good at it, since you are now riding in a carriage with a stranger un-chaperoned. Do you have any idea what happens to nice ladies such as yourself in situations like this?” He leaned closer, hoping his presence was enough to frighten her into avoiding such trips in the future.
Her chin went up a notch as she met his gaze. With his next indrawn breath, her sweet scent that held a hint of orchids filled his senses. He’d grown fond of their heady fragrance during his time in India. Why couldn’t she have smelled of roses or something normal like other English misses?
“Nothing untoward ever happens to me.” She said the words with the utmost confidence. Yet they held an underlying hint of something he couldn’t identify. Was it regret?
His gaze dropped to her lips. He could tell the moment awareness of the danger she was in struck her, for she gave a tiny gasp. The pulse just visible at the base of her throat sped. His gaze caught on the dent in her chin before he stared into her eyes once more, telling himself he needed to back away before doing something he’d regret.
But those hazel-green eyes with specks of gold left him no choice. There was a question in their depths. He recognized it as he had one too.
“Damn,” he muttered then took her mouth with his. Any idea of intimidating her fell away the moment his lips met hers. A surge of desire took him under, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, swirling in its depths.
His entire body quivered at the spicy flavor of her. She tasted as good as she smelled, with a hint of cloves and cinnamon. Then her tongue hesitantly moved against his as though she was unfamiliar with doing so, and he nearly groaned. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
Her gloved hand fluttered up to the side of his face, whether to push him away or draw him closer, he didn’t know.
The knock on the carriage door had him jerking back.
“We’re blockin’ traffic,” his footman called out.
Nathaniel shook his head in an attempt to clear it. The woman appeared as startled as he. Indeed, she should be after that potent kiss. He quickly opened the door and exited to assist her in alighting right outside the bookstore she’d named, as promised.
Her hand trembled in his as she stepped down to the street. Rather than please him, as it had been his initial intent to frighten her, it angered him. Now that he’d been successful in scaring her, regret filled him. Somewhere deep inside, he’d wanted her to enjoy that kiss as much as he had.
“Do not venture there again,” he said then cleared his suddenly dry throat. “It’s far too dangerous. Do I make myself clear?”
“Perfectly,” she answered as she looked up at him.
He stared hard at her. Surely that couldn’t be delight in the depths of her eyes or a hint of a smile on those luscious lips. Not when her hand shook so. She pulled it from his grasp.
“Good day, Mr. Hawke.” She turned and walked into the bookstore without a backward glance.
Thanks so much for having me, Anna!
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