I’d like to welcome the lovely Celeste Rupert as my guest today. Celeste is new to the writing world and her debut book, Outlaw Rose (awesome cover, by the way), looks like a great read and is due for release today, March 4th 2013!

Please give Celeste a warm welcome as she tells us a little bit about herself and Outlaw Rose, and feel free to leave a comment or two. 🙂

Celeste Rupert - Outlaw Rose 3-4-13

When and why did you begin writing?

In the fall of 2009 I’d had surgery, and the time I was stuck in the house recovering was making me stir crazy. I opened up a blank document and, for the first time, tried my hand at fiction. The rest of my convalescence passed much more quickly!

What is your favorite thing about writing?

Getting lost in the story, when my characters take on lives of their own and my carefully outlined plot gets turned upside down.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I write in a straight line – I start at the beginning and write straight through to the end. No jumping around to difference scenes for me, I’m a pantser through and through. If I wrote a later scene, it probably would’ve changed by the time I got there again!

What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?

For me, it’s overcoming distraction to sit down and get it done. I enjoy it so much when I do, so that’s a good incentive.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Jennifer Crusie is one of my very favorites. Nobody does smart humour and romance and sex like she does!

What inspired you to write Outlaw Rose?

OUTLAW ROSE was my first foray into erotic romance, and I started writing it because my friends were teasing me about not writing sex. I’m not the adventurous type in real life, so it was great fun to spend time with a character like Rose.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing Outlaw Rose?

Getting brave enough to submit to a publisher!

How did you come up with the title Outlaw Rose?

My working title was “Thief”, which I was never really happy with and then wasn’t available with the publisher. I thought about it for ages, weeks, and it finally hit me one day while I was cleaning the barn (glamorous, eh?) – OUTLAW ROSE.  I even changed the main character’s name to make it work and I like that better now too!

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?

It’s pretty blazing … I think there’s only one scene that doesn’t involve sex in some way.

What’s next for you?

I’m working on another Western erotic romance, this one has a working title of “Cold Cocked” and it’s been a lot of fun to write. I hope I can share it with you soon!

Celeste Rupert - Outlaw Rose 3-4-13Book Blurb

Rose would do whatever was necessary to get the gold back from the bank robbers. Enjoying it was an unexpected bonus.

Rose had a plan.

After all her planning and hard work, she was about to hit the payoff—until the bank was robbed, the gold stolen right out from under her nose. Rose wasn’t about to give up without a fight, but catching up with the outlaws was the easy part.

When Tucker finds the little bank teller tailing them, he needs to keep her from running to the posse, and her proposal sounds like way more fun than what he had in mind. But in this band of outlaws they split everything three ways—he’s going to have to learn to share.

What Rose had thought was a straightforward plan quickly becomes more complicated. Maybe these law breakers can work together…in more ways than one.


A branch cracked. Rose crouched down in the shadow of a nearby bush and hoped her dark dress and the overcast night would be enough to hide her from view. The footsteps grew nearer and she held her breath. Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that she was afraid it would lead him straight to her. She tried to calm down.

It was quiet. She strained her ears for any sign he was coming closer. The silence pressed in on her as she squinted through the darkness, searching for movement. There was nothing but the faint rustle of nearby leaves in the night breeze. She breathed out a sigh.

He was gone.

She sensed the movement a split second before she felt the hand close over her arm. She fought with all her strength, jerking backwards to try to break his grip, until the loud, metallic click of a hammer being drawn back echoed through the night. She froze.

“That’s better.” His voice was a low growl and she felt the steel barrel of his pistol against her cheek. He lifted her to her toes, bringing his face down close to hers. She could smell the coffee on his breath, then his face was close enough to see clearly. His strong jaw and full lips had been hidden by the mask the day before, but she remembered his eyes, which registered surprise as he recognised her. “You! You’re that little snip of a bank teller.” He pressed the gun harder into the soft skin of her face. “What the hell are you doing sneaking around our camp?”

“I followed you.”


“The posse took off to the south, thinking you’d head for Mexico. I…” She hesitated, until the pistol jerked again. “I took a chance.”

“Stupid of you. I can’t let you go now, or you’ll just run to the sheriff.” He twisted, and she realised he was looking around him. “I don’t like killing women, but you’ve put me in a bad spot.”

“No!” Her heart pounded in her ears.

“No?” He leaned over her menacingly. “Do you have another suggestion? We’ve made plans for that gold, and I don’t plan to let some pretty little bank teller get me hanged before I get around to spending it.”

“If you’ll let me live…” Her voice trailed off.

He gave her a shake, bouncing her off his broad chest, his hand like steel on her arm.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

He froze and she collided with him again. “What?” he said.

She relaxed against him, trailing a trembling hand across his chest. She heard him suck in his breath, then jumped when his hand covered hers, holding it still.

“That’s a mighty tempting offer, miss, but what am I supposed to tell the boys? ‘Oh, the girl knows which way we went, but I let her go after I had my way with her?’ You know what they’ll say?” He put his face close to hers, holding onto her with both hands. She wondered where the gun was. “They’ll want to know why I didn’t bring you back to share.”

Her mind raced, searching for options, analysing the situation. It took her only a second to come to a conclusion. She needed to get into their camp and this might be her only chance. “You found me.” She pressed her breasts into his chest. “Seems to me you should be first.”

Buy link: Total-E-Bound 

Author bio

Celeste Rupert lives and writes in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Her fascination with the Old West results in stories set in the rough and tumble world of the frontier, full of cowboys and outlaws and women who know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to go get it.

You can find Celeste at: Blog * Twitter