Friday, October 2, 2015

A visit with Wendy S. Marcus, author of All I Need Is You

Please join me in welcoming author Wendy S. Marcus as she celebrates the upcoming release of the second book in her Loving You series - All I Need Is You. I loved the first book in the series - Loving You Is Easy - and I can't wait to pick up her new book.

Take it away, Marcy!

I’m so happy to be at Crystal Blogs Books today to talk about how authors get their ideas. This is a question I’m asked a lot. Let me start by saying, ideas can come from just about anywhere. I remember driving in my car to pick up my son from school a few years ago, a route I’d traveled often back then. One afternoon, for no particular reason that I can recall, while taking the curve an idea popped into my head. What if a car was coming the other way and veered into my lane? What if, when I swerved to avoid it, I ran off the road and hit a tree? What if the person driving the other car was teenager? Maybe one of my son’s underage friends? What if I smelled alcohol on his breath? Would I report the accident as it happened? Or would I say a deer ran out in front of me? What if I wasn’t married? What if the boys very thankful dad came over to help me recover from my injuries…? You see where I’m going with this, right? Sometimes a story idea can hit from something as simple as going to pick up your children from school.

For All I Need Is You, the idea for Neve’s occupation as an adagio dancer, not your typical occupation, came from a video from Ukraine’s Got Talent that I’d seen on Facebook. I became obsessed with the video and couldn’t stop watching it. I searched the Internet for more on the two dancers from Duo Flame. To justify all the time I was spending (so I didn’t feel like a stalker!) I decided to use the female dancer as inspiration for one of my characters, and Neve started to take form. Here’s a link to the video that started it all:

My Internet ‘research’ led me to an Instagram page where I found this amazing video of the female dancer of Duo Flame, Aiusha Fonti, doing a beautiful pole dance. Thus the idea for a stripper pole in Neve’s bedroom was born!

The idea for Neve having recently donated bone marrow came from an article on bone marrow donation that just happened to pop up in my AOL newsfeed one day. Of course I took it one step further to research complications of bone marrow donation, because hey, I’m an author and we need obstacles for our characters to overcome.

There you have it. Easy peasy right? A few random ideas and a story is born! Okay, it’s not that easy. It took a lot of hard work to get these story ideas to form an enjoyable, satisfying romance. But in the end, I’m extremely pleased with how All I Need Is You has turned out. I hope you’ll give it a read!

Thank you so much for having me here today to talk about story ideas and my new Loveswept Contemporary Romance, All I Need Is You!

November 26, 2011 
Dear Neve, 
First off, please call me Rory. (Rhymes with “story.” Sorry, couldn’t resist.) Or Mic. We’re big on nicknames over here and that’s mine. 
Thank you for your letter. I got it yesterday, which was the day after Thanksgiving. They try to do it up big here, to make the day special, but it’s not the same as being at home. And I was in a funk, thinking about my family and friends, all together at our pub, everyone there but me, stuffing themselves on Mom’s delicious turkey, Aunt Jackie’s honeyed ham, cousin Barbara’s mashed potatoes, and our neighbor Abigail’s macaroni and cheese, which is the best I’ve ever tasted. Damn it, now I’ve got my mouth watering again. 
Anyhow, your letter came at the right time to cheer me up and give me something else to think about. Like the picture you sent. Hot damn. That had to be the finest female butt I’ve ever seen in a skimpy purple bikini bottom . . . or any bikini bottom, for that matter. In fact it’s so perfect the guys are convinced you’re trying to catfish me—you know, sub someone else’s pic for your own. How about we prove them wrong? Send me another picture, a full body shot this time. In that same bikini would be my preference. 
To answer your question, I don’t know anyone who would call me amoral. But a dog? There, uh, may be one or two girls from my past who think so. But I’m a guy, and any guy who tells you he’s never in his life exhibited some doggish behavior is a liar. One thing I am not is a liar. That said, when I’m in a relationship, I don’t cheat. Lucky for me, I’ve got no girlfriend or special someone at the moment. And being of high moral character—if I do say so myself—I would certainly have told you, without you having to ask, if I did. 
So if you’re up for writing me some sexy letters (and hell yeah, the hotter the better!) I’m more than okay with reading them. For sure I like the entertainment you’re offering a helluva lot more than any entertainment I could have gotten from a classroom of third-graders. 
Now, about me. My bio probably told you I’m a twenty-three-year-old Southie from Beantown. (Translation: From South Boston.) My family owns and runs an Irish pub there, McRoy’s. My mom, dad, and three brothers all live above it. I’m the oldest. Been working at that bar for as long as I can remember. Couldn’t wait to get the hell out. As soon as I graduated high school I went straight into the army. 
I’m six weeks into a twelve-month combat deployment, and I can tell I’ll be seeing a lot more fighting this time around. I’ve already decided this tour of duty will be my last. I only hope I survive it. 
On a happier note . . . what I’m looking for in a pen pal? Someone to take my mind off all the shit happening here—and so far you’re doing a bang-up job. Tell me about your day. Share the story of why you and your brother are only six months apart. Tell me about your childhood, your teen years, and your dreams for the future. Tell me about the loser who needed stitches. Talk dirty to me. I think we’re pretty evenly matched in the pen pal department. I just happen to be an up-for-anything kind of guy. I don’t shock easily. So give me all you got. I can handle it. Care packages? I’m happy to get whatever you want to send. 
Favorite food: My dad’s corned beef and cabbage. Favorite non-alcoholic beverage: Lemon-lime sports drinks. Favorite alcoholic beverage: Guinness Draught. Favorite color: At this point anything that isn’t tan or green. New favorite treat: Peanut brittle. Favorite part of the female anatomy: (I’m laughing because you have no idea how long I’ve been sitting here trying to decide.) A butt that looks like the one in the picture you sent is certainly high on my list. Especially if it tops off a nice set of toned legs, which I bet you have since you’re a gymnast/dancer. But for some reason I am really attracted to a woman’s feet. Not in a toe-sucking, fetish kind of way. But if a woman takes care of her feet, she probably takes good care of the rest of her. I like small, feminine feet with painted toenails. Part of the reason I love summer so much is for the opportunity to see women’s feet in pretty sandals. 
Okay. I sound like a creeper. But I’m not. Really. 
In my downtime I like to work with my hands, building things or repairing stuff. I run when the mood hits, which it doesn’t often. But I think chasing after you might be fun. See, something nice to think about for a change. 
Well, I gotta go. Time for lunch, then some training stuff. Send out your letters as often as you like. Please don’t wait to hear back from me. Sometimes things get crazy, but I’ll do my best to stay in touch. It’ll help if you’d include your email address in your next letter. 

All I Need Is You
Loving You #2
Wendy S. Marcus
October 6, 2015

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Perfect for fans of Kristan Higgins and Robyn Carr, this sexy yet sweet military romance reunites a headstrong dancer and a rugged army soldier after one steamy encounter tears them apart.

As a dancer who creates mesmerizing visions onstage, Neve James is looking for the same kind of stability in her love life. Her pen pal, Rory McRoy, is on leave from deployment in Afghanistan, so she heads to Boston to surprise him. After corresponding for months as part of a “Support Our Troops” initiative—and exchanging dozens of “Read When You’re Alone” letters—Neve knows what Rory likes, and she intends to fulfill his every fantasy. But all they get are a few blissful moments together before they’re interrupted by a woman claiming to be Rory’s fiancĂ©e.

Rory has fallen hard for Neve’s letters. When he finally meets her in person, he has to have her, right then and there—until Neve takes off in a fit of anger. Forced to return to Afghanistan before he can fix things between them, Rory waits four agonizing months to prove that he’s not the man Neve thinks he is. But by the time he arrives in New York, she’s already made up her mind. Luckily, Rory never backs down from a challenge, and he’s prepared to put everything on the line for love.

Advance praise for All I Need Is You
“Wendy S. Marcus has penned a perfect romance in All I Need Is You, with a sexy dancer heroine, a hot military hero with a sense of humor, and a story you won’t want to end.”—New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor

Wendy S. Marcus is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. A nurse by trade, Wendy holds a Master of Science in Health Care Administration, a degree that does her absolutely no good as she now spends her days, nights, and weekends mucking around in her characters’ lives creating conflict, emotion, and, of course, a happily ever after. Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley region of New York. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, which includes her dog Buddy, and blogging/ emailing/ tweeting/ facebooking with her online friends.

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  1. I have to admit I've thought about a car coming into my lane before. But I have never thought it all out, like you did Wendy. But you know, I could possibly see that as a story.

    1. Maybe someday it will be a scene in one!!!!! Thanks for stopping by Kim!!!

    2. I love how thought out that scenario is. What if it was snowing? What if it was the teen's first time driving in the snow? What if the single father was overprotective, but instead of driving the teen, he gives in and agrees to follow instead? He sees the accident and insists that you ride out the store at their place because there is no way they can get a tow truck out there at that time of night...

      How'd I do? ;o)

  2. I have to admit I've thought about a car coming into my lane before. But I have never thought it all out, like you did Wendy. But you know, I could possibly see that as a story.