I have the amazing HK Carlton as my guest today! HK’s writing career started with her Total-E-Bound debut release of Swap, and she has since flourished from there with Lost Time (which she’ll be telling us about today), You Found Me, and coming soon Streetlight People.
Let’s give HK a warm welcome as she tells us a little bit about herself and her new release Lost Time. And be sure to check out the giveaway at the end!
**** And the winner is………….Normandie! ****
When and why did you begin writing?
I have always jotted things down for as long as I can remember. But only in the last four/five years have I taken the steps to see it through. One story in particular started this journey. You Found Me. It just would not leave me alone. I wrote it from beginning to end. Afraid to write out of sequence, not really sure why, looking back. At the time I felt I needed to do it in order. Now if I have an idea, I scribble it down or I forget it.
What is your favorite thing about writing?
My favourite part is hearing from a reader who has enjoyed the story.
Do you have a specific writing style?
Not really. I just write what takes me at the moment. A story, for me, usually begins with a critical scene or conversation, sometimes a character. Then I have to fill in the rest as I work, but that usually comes as I write.
What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Oh, that’s a tough one, Jen. I like so many different authors in several different genres. I love Karen Marie Moning. I started out reading her Highlander series. Then when I finished every single one of those, I read the Fever Series. Waiting for the last book was torturous. Just recently, KMM has come out with a new series ICED that begins where the last Fever book ended. Yay!
J- I fell in love with KMM through her Highlander series, too, and absolutely LOVED, LOVED, LOVED the Fever series!
What inspired you to write Lost Time?
A few things inspired this book. It began when my editor, with our shared publisher Total-E-Bound, reminded our authors group of TEB’s seasonal call Haunted By You for Halloween. I thought I’d give it a go. I also incorporated my love of the UK, my obsession with men in kilts, and a vacation from hell. (not mine, thankfully)
Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing Lost Time?
Getting the geography correct was somewhat challenging since I have, unfortunately, never been to the UK. I had to rely heavily on my editors, to point me in the right direction, so to speak.
How did you come up with the title Lost Time?
Lost Time had several different titles before I was happy with it. On my first draft, the working title was something very similar to a book that my editor was already working on. Which was weird. So I discarded that one. After that it became Hannah and Lock. Then I messed around with it. For a time it was Lockhart’s Key, then Lock and Key or Lock ‘N Key, since Hannah’s surname is Keys. It is still entitled Lock’s Key on my external hard drive. It wasn’t until I actually wrote the line with the words lost time in it that I thought hey, that might work.
If you were to give your book a Heat Rating, (lowest) 1—simmering, 2—sizzling, 3—on fire, or 4—blazing (highest), which would it be and why?
I’d put it between 2 and 3. Simmerziling. 🙂 What? That’s not a sexy word?
What’s next for you?
I have a very busy few months, thankfully. Along with Lost Time releasing this month, is my first historical romance You Found Me, with MuseItUp Publishing. And in April my first ménage short story Streetlight People is being released by Total-E-Bound—available now for pre-order—and my second historical romance The Devil Take You also with MuseItUp.
Within this frame, his curse is time…
Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.
When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
Hannah looked around the bus. There were only a few other passengers, all engrossed in newspapers or their cell phones or iPads. Hannah leaned her forehead against the glass and finally gave in to the tears that had been dogging her since she’d left Jake’s kitchen.
How could she have been so…so…? What was the word for being suckered by a spirit? How could she have not known there was something off about the whole thing?
Seriously—what would a man like him see in her? Man. He wasn’t even a man. But he’d felt like a man. His skin had been warm to the touch like a man. He’d reacted as a man would. Yes, his speech had been strange, his reactions to her personal habits a little awkward. The clothes that he wore were different than anything she’d ever seen. But a ghost? Really? No. It was just too crazy to accept. He had a pulse—she’d seen it beating in his neck. He had a heartbeat—she’d heard it thumping in his chest under her ear while she slept. He had muscles that flexed and blood that ran through his veins. He had come inside her. She’d felt it. She’d washed it away this morning in the shower.
But what about that strange molecular disturbance that occurred whenever he entered a room? What the hell was that? And why would a ghost even want to fuck, or need it? How could a spirit even do that with a human? He’d bruised her skin, for crying out loud! If she’d known he was a ghost, she never would have let him go all the way!
Hannah shook her head at that silly argument. Dear God, why was she even wasting her time trying to figure this out?
Her head was beginning to pound again. When she got to Swansea, she’d find a drugstore and buy some over-the-counter cold medicine and sleep for the entire day. And tomorrow, she would make arrangements and go the fuck home. She felt nauseous, as if the bus were shaking, weaving back and forth.
“Ya said if ya ever met a man like me, ya wouldna leave,” came the all too familiar brogue she was trying to forget. It wasn’t queasiness she’d been feeling.
This couldn’t be happening. She was hallucinating for sure. Her fever was so high that it had affected her mind. When she opened her eyes there would be no one there.
She opened her eyes and turned her head towards the voice. She could see him. He was shirtless, of all things, riding the bus in the seat across the aisle from her.
“I didn’t meet a man, now did I?” she retorted.
He had the decency to look away and look properly contrite. “I am a man. I think I proved that to ya, lass.”
“You took advantage of me. You lied to me.”
The man in the seat just up from her looked back at her wide-eyed. “I did no such thing,” he said, in yet another accent. She had no idea where the hell he was from and she didn’t care.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” she snapped.
He looked around the back of the bus.
“Let me guess. He can’t see you,” she said looking straight at the man/ghost haunting her.
“Do you think I’d go out in public without being dressed properly, lass, if other people could see me?”
“So then why did you come out without a shirt?”
He grinned. “Well, I knew that you preferred me without, and I thought it might help my cause.”
“What cause? And how would you know if I preferred you without your shirt?”
“Admit it. Ya do.”
Her lips tightened and her eyes moved over his well-muscled—if long-dead—chest. “What cause?” she demanded through gritted teeth.
“I would apologise for—”
“For lying to me, for taking advantage of me—”
“Oh, I think there was mutual takin’ advantage of, lass. Ya took what ya wanted from me too.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she thundered.
“And I didn’t hear you complainin’, either, lass.”
“Ohhh, just go away!” she barked. The man ahead got up out of the seat and moved even farther away from her, giving her strange looks as he did so.
She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, thinking she could just make him go away if she ignored him.
The next thing she knew, her friendly phantom was pulling at the button on her capris.
She swatted at his hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stop that!”
Everyone on the bus turned and looked at her. “Is there a problem?” the bus driver asked, looking back through the long rear-view mirror.
Hannah held up her palm. “No, no problem,” she replied weakly.
“Let me touch you, lass. Then you’ll believe that I’m real.”
“You are not real!”
“Then let me touch you because I very much enjoyed what you have hidden in your trews. It is real for me.”
“Drop dead!” she snarled before she thought.
“You’re about four hundred years too late for that, lass.”
The air in the bus warbled and he was gone. Four hundred years? 1612? What on earth had cut his life short? And when had she begun to believe that this could possibly be real?
Streetlight People (pre-order)- Total-E-Bound
H K Carlton is a multi-published author of erotic, historical and contemporary romance.
** H K will be giving away a copy of Lost Time, so leave a comment and an e-mail address in the body of the comment and a winner will be chosen at random. **