Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
It picked me!
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write?
Language arts was my least favorite subject. I loved to read, but my teachers didn’t encourage reading like they do today. I’m not sure how it happened, but I managed to get through school without reading much in the way of classics. I read Shakespeare but that was due to my desire to be an actress.
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why?
Wine – Classic an no fuss.
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that?
I keep a copy of Wife by Wednesday on my desk. Rejected by a NY publisher and yet made it to the New York Times Bestseller list as an Indie Novel. I can do anything I set my mind to.
It seems we all endured English and/or World literature coming up in high school…What was the worst book you were ever forced to read and what about it turned you off?
As I said above, my teachers didn’t force. I think there was a movement at the time to find ‘new classics’. We were stuck on word usage, and placement and that crap that bored the hell out of me. Yet, still haunts me in my writing. I simply wasn’t engaged in English Lit.
You have a million dollars that you must donate to one charitable organization. Which one would you choose and why?
I don’t think I could pick one. I wouldn’t toss money at anything without researching where the money is going and what is going to be done with it. My day job was a RN and I know how money can be wasted in the system.
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it?
I now write full time. Yeah me!
Due to the world we live in, most editors will tell a romance writer they have the moral obligation to protect their characters from scary life altering things, thereby being obligated to the reader. What are your thoughts on this? Do you protect your characters and how?
I’ve never heard that. I think each character and book takes on a life of its own. If a writer tries to alter that, the book suffers. So poo on anyone trying to nix that!
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write?
I dabbled in erotic romance with Kilt Worthy and Kilt-A-Licious. Both were solid novellas with very explicit everything. I won’t try and write M/M romance not because I have a mind against it, my CP writes M/M, but because I would suck at it. Other than that, I would try to write anything. Why limit myself?
I’ve been asked, as has my husband, if we do “all that stuff in my stories.” Do you get asked this and if so how do you handle it?
When people ask this questions I smile and let them assume. It’s a narrow minded question if it’s a serious question. Most of the time it’s a joke of a question so I answer it the same way…joking.
Wine or beer?
Satin or cotton?
Cotton – Satin is nice, but cold.
Fries or tots?
Cake or pie?
Steak or burgers?
Candle light or pitch dark?
Helen Adams has a knack for finding lost objects, but the Simon McAllister she finds isn’t what she expected. The missing California teen is now a grown man—a kilted, sword wielding, Highland warrior.
A mysterious Druid book and Helen’s sixth sense send her to Scotland in search of a missing boy. After being attacked by strange men dressed in medieval garb, a handsome, desirable hero answering to the boy’s name rescues her. No one is more surprised than she to find herself in sixteenth century Scotland. Unable to deny the reality of time travel, Helen discovers smoldering passion with a man destined to leave her.
Simon has lived his Druid life in two very different worlds, two vastly different times, and when Helen practically lands in his lap, he knows his life is about to change forever. There are enemies in California lying in wait for her, and an army in Scotland closing in on his family. Simon is the only person who can protect her. But when she learns his most guarded secret, will she still want him? Can Helen love a Highland Shifter?
Simon stepped closer and felt the heat of her skin. She smelled of the strawberry shampoo she used in her hair. Helen’s hands slid from her hips and fell to the side.
“’Tis time we clear up a few things in your lovely head about me.”
He stepped closer, and Helen, the wise girl, took a step back until her bottom met the edge of the desk. She reached behind her to steady herself and keep from falling.
Like a predatory cat cornering his prey, Simon towered over Helen, watching her body twitch as her eyes travelled over his.
“Really?” Her voice wavered. After clearing her throat, she asked. “Like what?”
Simon licked his lips and glanced at hers. “I’m not evil.”
“Uhm….” Her eyes never left his mouth while he spoke.
“And I’d never lure a child into my presence.”
Simon leaned into her, their thighs touched and Helen’s breathing started to quicken. He placed one hand on the table beside her, leaving her very little room to escape should she want to. From the hunger in her gaze, and the heat coming off her body, he didn’t believe she would.
“A woman, however, might tempt me to entice her attention.”
New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Catherine Bybee has been addicted to romance since her teens. After spending a decade of her life working as an RN in urban emergency rooms, Catherine is now dedicated to writing happily-ever-afters for the world to love. Catherine is married and raising two sons in Southern California.
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