Hello friends! I’ve got a fabulous Friday find for you. It’s the new release by romance authors Lynn Rae and Peri Elizabeth Scott. Prohibited has a gorgeous cover and a unique premise. I think you’ll really enjoy this little gem! I recently sat down to chat with the ladies behind this fascinating historical romance. Check it out…
Carlene: Hello ladies! Let’s dive right in. What do you love about the opening scene of your book?
Peri Elizabeth Scott: Mac is introduced as the book begins, and I think one immediately feels the ambience of an illicit speakeasy, run by someone with more than one huge secret to protect. In addition, you get the flavor of how handsome and appealing he is—with that intrinsic hint of danger.
Carlene: He sounds incredibly appealing! But let’s talk about you. What is one awesome thing about where you’re at in life right now?
Peri Elizabeth Scott: I feel as though a number of my newest career objectives are coming to fruition. I’m writing and publishing and developing wonderful relationships with readers and authors. Who could ask for more?
Carlene: I agree and feel like I’m there too, Peri. It’s a great place to be. My favorite part of a book is what the characters say to each other. What is your favorite exchange of dialogue in your book and why do you love it?
Lynn Rae: That’s a toughie because I like dialogue too, like to write it, read it, hear it. The first time Mac and Lilly meet at the speakeasy, sparks fly between them. He’s the owner and she’s there under great duress since she’s a member of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union. In the tradition of all great ‘opposites attract’ love stories, they misunderstand and bait each other right from the start. They’re both intelligent and witty, so they clash really well.
Carlene: Love the sound of that, Lynn. I was also curious if you read your own books once they’re published? Why or why not?
Lynn Rae: No, I don’t read them. I don’t have time, for one, since I’m either doing research for another book or reading for pleasure in another genre. Second, by the time the book has come out, I’ve spent quite enough time with it, so I’m not really interested anymore.
Carlene: Lol, I totally understand that, Lynn! Thank you so much for this little sit down chat. Now let’s share more from Prohibited.
In the early 1920’s in Lima, Ohio, John MacDonald Adair hides his speakeasy from the law, and his mixed heritage from the KKK, mingling with the rich, piling up the cash and taking his pleasure within the ranks of the flappers who patronize his speak. Lilly Townsend is a serious, modern woman, a suffragette and temperance advocate with nothing to hide and no patience for the frivolity of the times. And she doesn’t break the rules—yet. Such disparate souls should never meet, but Fate conspires otherwise. Powerless against overwhelming chemistry, and something far deeper, Mac and Lilly must make some difficult choices and face down societal mores—together—to attain their happily ever after.
Making her way up the wide stone steps to the porch, Lilly shifted the pie to one hand and pressed the doorbell with the other. There was a barely discernible chime through the leaded glass and walnut door but no other sound. She waited and pressed the button again. The door opened with a rattle and creak.
When she recognized the person glaring at her, all the breath left her body in a gasp. It was Mac Adair. Of course. Of all the people in Lima who could have purchased this house next to hers, it would have to be that man.
He narrowed his eyes at her and propped his arm across the door opening as if to deny her entrance. He was wearing a soft-looking red shirt with far too many buttons unfastened, and sturdy black trousers. When she realized he wasn’t wearing an undershirt and she could see the tanned muscles of his chest, her arms weakened and the pie wobbled and dropped from her useless hands.
Stifling a shriek, Lilly flailed for the pan but it was too late to catch it. Spraying its contents, the pie landed on the porch with a sickening squash and the entire pastry top cracked apart as reddish goo welled up like heart’s blood. Scarlet gobbets clung to her forearms and the front of her embroidered linen dress.
Horrified, she looked up to find Mac Adair still staring at her, although his features had smoothed away from the frown he’d worn earlier. The corners of his mouth twitched with disgust or amusement at her predicament. Lilly knew her own mouth was gaping open but she was frozen with embarrassment and powerless to close it. Continue Reading