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Hi Everyone,
For a while now, I have wanted to catch up with my friend and now colleague, Dilys J. Carnie to see what she has been up to in the world of writing. I interviewed her for the first time in 2012 when her first book called Her Passionate Protector was being released.
Wow! Firstly, I cannot believe it has been a year and a half since we did that blog post.
Since then, Dilys has been writing non-stop. She has written a total of five books, her next one, titled Rejecting His Desire is due out in September and she has a further book called Seduced by His Desire slated for release in 2015.
One very busy and hard working lady.
One very busy and hard working lady.
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A little bit about Dilys J. Carnie
My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales with my family. I am extremely close to all my family members and enjoy spending time with them. I am the proud mother of two grown up *children* My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher and my son Christopher is part of the family business. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland.
Thanks so much for fitting me into your schedule. Please, relax and enjoy some tea, a quick glass of something bubbly and some delicious cakes.
!. How has life changed now that you are a PUBLISHED AUTHOR?
It’s busier, I worked hard before but as a writer there are
no holidays, no free time…I’m constantly thinking about a current manuscript or
thinking up ideas for a new one.
2. Is being published
everything you imagined or not and why?
It’s nothing like I imagined! The getting published was the
easy part. No one tells you about how hard it is to promote yourself. How
difficult it is out of the thousands of authors out there getting readers to
buy your book instead of theirs. It has been a difficult learning curve, and
I’m happy to say that so far I have survived it.
3. Any advice for new
authors entering into the crazy world of publication?
Gosh, I don’t feel anyway near qualified to give out advice.
However I do know that it is important to be involved in all social media
pages. If you can build a website or a blog this will help promote you and your
books. And just keep pushing and writing because the more books you have out
there the more chance you have of gaining followers.
4. Is time management
important, and what's your secret?
As a full time worker and writer it is so important to manage
your time. I work between 8-12 hours a day in my day job so most times I write
at night and the weekend. I aim to try and write four books a year. It’s
exhausting, frustrating and it drives me crazy but I wouldn’t have it any other
way…except off course I would like to give up work and write full time but
un-less I win the lottery which I don’t do so never will which means this is
how my life will be…crazy!
5. Who is your
favorite character from your books and why?
Each book I write I always fall in love with my hero’s, my
favourite is whoever I’m writing at that time!
6. When you write do
you edit as you go along or simply keep writing and then once the book is
finish edit?
I draft out my book first then I go back and edit. Once I
start to write I don’t want to stop the flow. So its head down and head for the
finishing line.
7. How do you market
your book and what problems have you encountered if any?
My publisher holds a blog tour and does some advertising. I
have a very good lady called Regina at Heartfelt Promos who does most of my
advertising. I circulate my books on varies social media pages. Its trial and
error and finding what suits you best.
8. How do you draw
followers to your FB page, and web site?
Word of mouth, joining and liking pages that are associated
with whatever I’m writing at the time.
9. Would you ever
self-publish?
Yes! And excitingly enough I will be self-publishing a
Christmas book this year with the help of my very good friend Annie.
10. What is the future
for Dilys J. Carnie?
Ah… that’s a ten million dollar question.
More writing off course!
Hopefully my trip that I had to cancel to America will be
going ahead soon where I will be meeting my publisher and staying with my best
friend.
Who knows what else will come my way. I do know that with
every day that passes I am grateful for my health and family and as long as
that continues I’m happy!
Thank you for having me, Jennifer It is always my pleasure to
talk to you!
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A lone woman…a
mysterious stranger…and a secret.
When Daisy Wallace
meets Micah, a man of mystery, she is bowled over by an instant attraction. A
passionate encounter follows, but he's holding back and Daisy doesn't
understand why.
Micah King has been retained by a client to
locate the triplet daughters that she gave up for adoption, and he's pretty
sure Daisy is the youngest of the girls. He wants to tell Daisy the truth, but
before he can he needs to verify that she is indeed the woman he's looking for.
He never meant to get involved with her, but she's just so tempting.
When Daisy finds out the truth will she be
able to forgive Micah's lie by omission? After all, he's deceived her from the
first moment she laid eyes on him, and she's had her fill of deceitful men. And
can she forgive the woman who gave her up thirty years ago? Content Warning:
contains adult language and explicit sex
Excerpt
"I like it here…with you…in the kitchen." His words were enunciated slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, pressing her back into the hardness…it was no good, she couldn't go back any further.
"Uh-huh." Daisy cleared her throat, trying to eradicate the huskiness present every time she'd spoken to him that morning.
Micah's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Daisy?"
"Nothing." She licked her lips.
"Yes, there is. Are you regretting last night?"
She swallowed, but her throat was bone dry. "Last night." She sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her and his hands landed on either side of her with a thud, coming to rest on the countertop.
"Have you got a boyfriend?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Keep it that way."
"Pardon me."
"Don't go looking for one…we have unfinished business."
She lifted her hands and pushed at his hard chest, which of course was a complete waste of time. "Now look here, you can't tell me what to do."
"Yes, I can." He kissed her hard, short, and succinct, and the power behind it made her knees tremble.
"No, you can't. If I want to go out and find a man, I will." She spoke defiantly with her chin held high, but it was lost in the fact that her chin only came up to his chest, and she had to strain further to look him in the eye. Her fingers tingled at the heat emanating from him. The smooth cotton of his shirt was soft to the touch, and his heartbeat was strong as the beat echoed against her fingertips.
"I don't think so."
"Excuse me." She pulled her head back and looked at him.
"Don't start thinking that you can bed someone else."
Her cheeks heated as she tried to push him away. "What the hell? You can't tell me who I can go to bed with…you hardly know me, and you most certainly don't have the right."
"After last night…you do want me, and if I hadn't stopped we would have been in that bed together. I would've made you forget whatever it is that has made you lose your confidence. You're one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I've ever met, and when I do what I have to…I'm going to show you exactly how much I really want you."
"That's just arrogant."
His smile was slow and sexy, and she was pretty sure that had he not been holding her up she would've glided to the floor in a stream of unbridled lust. His hardness was pressed against her stomach.
"Arrogant?" He shook his head. "No, that's not justifying the way I feel, but I'm confident you feel the same way."
"You think so, huh?" When she'd offered him a bed last night he'd refused.
He kissed her again, a little slower this time. Their kisses were hotter than a sauna on a cold day. She could hear the baby in the background, but it was as if she was a distant voice.
He parted from her just enough to speak and she watched his lips move. They were sexy, and she had to push herself to listen to what he was saying.
"I have to fly out today. I have a meeting tomorrow I need to be at, but when Amy goes down for her nap, we need to talk. I need to tell you why I'm here."
She frowned as his words penetrated her sex-befuddled mind. "What do you mean why you're here? I thought it was something to do with a golf course?"
"Actually…that was a lie."
"I knew there was something not quite right about that. If a golf course was going to be built I would've known. Jeez, you can't sneeze on this island without everybody knowing before you've even finished." She narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely going on. She pushed him away, catching him off balance.
* * * *
The look of worry that crossed her features made Micah want to kick himself. He hadn't meant to say anything, but damn it all to hell, he didn't seem to have much control over anything when she was around, including speech. He was trained to take all kinds of torture and not say a word, and now he only had to look at her and he was like some dribbling teenager.
"Daisy, I'm–" Before he could get his words out the frantic tone of her voice stopped him.
"You're from them, aren't you?" She leaned over, lifted Amy up from her chair and wrapped her arms around the baby. "You can just go back and tell whoever it is you work for that I don't have it…zilch…zitto, and even if I did, you wouldn't get a dime from me."
"I like it here…with you…in the kitchen." His words were enunciated slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, pressing her back into the hardness…it was no good, she couldn't go back any further.
"Uh-huh." Daisy cleared her throat, trying to eradicate the huskiness present every time she'd spoken to him that morning.
Micah's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Daisy?"
"Nothing." She licked her lips.
"Yes, there is. Are you regretting last night?"
She swallowed, but her throat was bone dry. "Last night." She sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her and his hands landed on either side of her with a thud, coming to rest on the countertop.
"Have you got a boyfriend?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Keep it that way."
"Pardon me."
"Don't go looking for one…we have unfinished business."
She lifted her hands and pushed at his hard chest, which of course was a complete waste of time. "Now look here, you can't tell me what to do."
"Yes, I can." He kissed her hard, short, and succinct, and the power behind it made her knees tremble.
"No, you can't. If I want to go out and find a man, I will." She spoke defiantly with her chin held high, but it was lost in the fact that her chin only came up to his chest, and she had to strain further to look him in the eye. Her fingers tingled at the heat emanating from him. The smooth cotton of his shirt was soft to the touch, and his heartbeat was strong as the beat echoed against her fingertips.
"I don't think so."
"Excuse me." She pulled her head back and looked at him.
"Don't start thinking that you can bed someone else."
Her cheeks heated as she tried to push him away. "What the hell? You can't tell me who I can go to bed with…you hardly know me, and you most certainly don't have the right."
"After last night…you do want me, and if I hadn't stopped we would have been in that bed together. I would've made you forget whatever it is that has made you lose your confidence. You're one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I've ever met, and when I do what I have to…I'm going to show you exactly how much I really want you."
"That's just arrogant."
His smile was slow and sexy, and she was pretty sure that had he not been holding her up she would've glided to the floor in a stream of unbridled lust. His hardness was pressed against her stomach.
"Arrogant?" He shook his head. "No, that's not justifying the way I feel, but I'm confident you feel the same way."
"You think so, huh?" When she'd offered him a bed last night he'd refused.
He kissed her again, a little slower this time. Their kisses were hotter than a sauna on a cold day. She could hear the baby in the background, but it was as if she was a distant voice.
He parted from her just enough to speak and she watched his lips move. They were sexy, and she had to push herself to listen to what he was saying.
"I have to fly out today. I have a meeting tomorrow I need to be at, but when Amy goes down for her nap, we need to talk. I need to tell you why I'm here."
She frowned as his words penetrated her sex-befuddled mind. "What do you mean why you're here? I thought it was something to do with a golf course?"
"Actually…that was a lie."
"I knew there was something not quite right about that. If a golf course was going to be built I would've known. Jeez, you can't sneeze on this island without everybody knowing before you've even finished." She narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely going on. She pushed him away, catching him off balance.
* * * *
The look of worry that crossed her features made Micah want to kick himself. He hadn't meant to say anything, but damn it all to hell, he didn't seem to have much control over anything when she was around, including speech. He was trained to take all kinds of torture and not say a word, and now he only had to look at her and he was like some dribbling teenager.
"Daisy, I'm–" Before he could get his words out the frantic tone of her voice stopped him.
"You're from them, aren't you?" She leaned over, lifted Amy up from her chair and wrapped her arms around the baby. "You can just go back and tell whoever it is you work for that I don't have it…zilch…zitto, and even if I did, you wouldn't get a dime from me."
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