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Twitterview with Jackie Barbosa

You probably know her through fabulous (soon to be finished) series The Gospel of Love or perhaps from her sultry tales published by Aphrodisia. Then again, you may know her from her free reads or her contribution to The Mammoth Book of Scottish Romance. Fairly soon you’re going to know Jackie Barbosa by her latest tale of love and lust, Grace Under Fire (SpiceBriefs.)

I sat down with her for a twitterview recently and asked the question any good interviewer would ask:

SB: Paper or plastic?

JB: What? Not paper or digital? How about “depends?” (And no, I don’t mean adult diapers.) But mostly, paper, bc it’s recyclable.

SB: Hey, my kindle is made of plastic.

JB: Haha. So that WAS a book question? In which case, I still say “depends.” I love instant gratification of digital.

But I like having the print book, too, esp. for author’s signature and also because I can read at takeoff and landing.

SB: How about the “new book smell?”

JB: Not that so much. I actually prefer the “old book” smell. You know, a little musty and dusty. I could snort that scent all day.

SB: Tell us about your new book! So…that’s not really a question.

JB: Grace Under Fire is about a clumsy young lady who discovers, with the help of a couple of very good men, that she’s…much better in bed than on the dance floor.

SB: Mmmm… When and where is it set?

JB: London, 1795. Wanna see the book video? It’s not as awesome as a Dareling Room Video, but I like it. vimeo.com/21029602

SB: I like it! So it’s available from Spice Briefs. And I saw you’ve already made #1 on preorders at Amazon.

JB: Well, #1 in coming soon Erotica (there’s a double entendre for you), yes. I’m only #25 in coming fiction, last I checked.

SB: #25 is still awesome! There’s another book on your website listed under Coming Soon. Care to tell us about that?

JB: Well, that’s something I plan to self-publish, but I have no real timeline for it. I got a request for a full from Blaze which sort of knocked my off my original writing schedule for the year.

SB: Oh how exciting! So you’re going to straddle the line then? Traditional publishing and Indie?

JB: I can promise, barring injury or death, that the third Gospel of Love novella, According to Mark, will be out in June.

SB: Thank goodness for that. I’ve been waiting on Mark’s book.

JB: As for #25 being good–well, a cricketer’s REISSUED memoir (which isn’t even fiction) & Thomas the Tank Engine are beating me.

SB: Hey now, I know some little boys who love Thomas the Train. And I’ve bought a few copies of those myself.

JB: Yeah, but Thomas the Tank Engine in KINDLE? That has me scratching my head!

SB: How about a few fill in the blank questions? My favorite TV show (at the moment) is ___?

JB: You want me to pick ONE favorite TV show? Gah, that’s like asking me to pick ONE favorite book.

That said, I’d probably have to choose DETROIT 1-8-7. Phenomenal writing/characters & brilliant acting. Gut-wrenching but good

SB: Oh, I love that show too. But I still haven’t forgiven them for killing detective hottie. Personally, I think he faked it.

I think he’s going back under cover!

JB: Yeah, the night they killed Detective Hottie, I couldn’t sleep. One of the reason I have to say the show works.

SB: And you’re welcome to pick a favorite book if you want. *evil grin* If I could have lunch with any author, dead or alive, it would be ____?

JB: I gotta pick the ancient lyric poet, Sappho. I want to find out what the heck she wrote (most of her work is fragments)! For favorite book, I inevitably fall back on ALICE IN WONDERLAND. It’s just one of those that gives me happy memories, I guess.

SB: When I was little I wanted to be a _____ when I grew up?

JB: That one’s easy. Writer.

SB: Let’s make sure the readers can find you. Website, Facebook, Goodreads?

JB: Website: www.jackiebarbosa.com ; Facebook: www.facebook.com/jackiebarbosa ; Goodreads: Jackie Barbosa

SB: Bookmark those links ppl!

JB: Also, I’ll give away a copy of Behind the Red Door (print anthology) and some swag (#romancetradingcards, pretty notepads).

SB: WOO HOO! Prizes! Any final thoughts? (Or suggestions for my lousy Twitterviewing skills? )

JB: Final thoughts sound so final . (And your Twitterview skills are darned good.) But in parting, I hope your readers will check out GRACE UNDER FIRE. I promise hot menage-y goodness and and HEA!

SB: Excellent. We readers like hot menage-y goodness and HEA! Thanks for the twitterview!

JB: No no, thank YOU!

You heard the lady… PRIZES! Leave a comment and I’ll draw a winner on Monday.

Saturday Snippet: Love Scene

If one Deveraux is good, two are infinitely better.

The lights flickered once, twice, and then they were cast into darkness. With no light, her other senses immediately took over. The rain beat against the house furiously. It seemed alive, like it was trying to claw its way in. A nervous tremor coursed through her veins.

A heavy hand settled on her knee, and she jumped, a girly squeal erupting from her throat.

“Shh… you’re okay. Let your eyes adjust.” By the tone she could tell it was Jules who was comforting her.

Slowly the candle light from the living room brightened their corner of the kitchen.

“Looks like we’re done for a while,” he said, his voice low… seductive.

She turned to look at him, able to make out his features, the hungry look in his eyes. Glancing over at André, she saw him watching her closely. The intimate inspection unnerved her. Made her want to shift in her seat.

But the hand on her knee squeezed gently, reassuring her. When she looked into Jules’ eyes, she hardly noticed the rumble of thunder or the howling wind.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.

“Are you asking permission?” she asked and held her breath.

“No,” he said roughly, and before she could blink, his lips were crushing hers. She shifted toward him, closing her eyes. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she wanted to rub herself against it. To soak up his warmth, his strength.

He probed at her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him. As his tongue swept inside she heard someone groan. She wasn’t sure who.

He tasted rich… of wine and gumbo. Their tongues danced back and forth, and she clung to his shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and aching for his touch. She felt hungry, empty.

Slowly he severed the kiss, and a tiny sound of protest escaped her lips.

“Damn, you know how to kiss. So soft and tempting. Giving and demanding all at once,” he said, sounding out of breath. “I could kiss you for hours.”

That could be arranged, she thought blissfully.

It was as if the whole day, since she’d first caught sight of them in the woods, had been leading up to this moment. Priming her, readying her for his kiss. His touch.

A warm hand curled around her shoulder, and she turned to look up at André. That predatory look was back, and it called to something inside of her. Quickly she glanced back at Jules.

He cocked his head to the side. “You didn’t think he was going to let me keep you all to myself, did you?”

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