Summons from His Grace

Summons from His Grace
Regency Anthology

A Scandal To Remember

A Scandal To Remember
Regency Romance

Crazy For You

Crazy For You
romantic comedy

To Love and Protect

To Love and Protect
Romantic Suspense

Dangerous Kiss

Dangerous Kiss
short story

Kisses Of Fire

Kisses Of Fire
contemporary romance

Spanish Eyes

Spanish Eyes
American Historical

Queen Of Hearts

Queen Of Hearts
Historical Western
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Welcome Margaret Tanner!

I want to give a big welcome to my friend, Margaret Tanner!  Margaret, welcome to my blog and thanks for agreeing to let me interview you.

Hi Phyllis, thank you for inviting me to your blog, it has been a pleasure visiting with you. I will award an e-copy of Reluctant Father to one lucky person who leaves a comment.

 Tell us about Margaret Tanner and how you first started writing.

I think have always been a writer. I must have been born with a pen in my hand. The first thing I can remember writing is poetry when I was seven or eight. Sad pathetic little ditties they were too. Then I graduated to short stories and won quite a few competitions. I remember one short story competition I won where the first prize was a stack of singlets and underpants. My Dad and brother were very happy.

After having a few short stories published in newspapers and magazines, a friend introduced me to romance novels. Well, I was hooked. Absolutely addicted. My husband worked nightshift and I spent a lot of time alone, so I read and read. Then I had a light bulb moment. I can write this kind of stuff and I did.

Took me about twenty years of rejection, heartache and revisions to refine my craft enough to get published. My 10th novel, Reluctant Father was recently released by The Wild Rose Press.

Twenty years? Well, I'm glad to know there is someone like me out there. It took me fifteen years. lol  Is there a book that changed your life or made you want to become a writer?

The book or books that stick in my mind was a series of books by an Australian author Mary Grant Bruce. They are known as the Billabong books and were set from the 1890’s through to about 1916. There must have been about 10 books in all. They were about the trials and tribulations of a brother and sister who lived on a cattle station/ranch. Starting out when they were children until they grew up and the brother went off to fight in the 1st World War.

Those stories sound VERY interesting!! If you can go back in time, where would you go?

The American Wild West. I have been a sucker for Cowboys and Westerns for years.

I'm a sucker right along with you, then! (grins) What is your favorite thing about yourself?

My honesty.

I love that answer!! You have so many books out, which is a huge accomplishment, but do you have a favorite? If so, why.

I love all my books, but my favourite would be, Holly And The Millionaire, my one and only published contemporary romance. It might seem strange because I call myself an historical writer, but somehow Holly got under my skin and stayed there. She was a gutsy little fighter whose soldier husband was killed in Iraq and left her with a toddler to support. She didn’t let being dealt a bum hand in the game of life defeat her.

Once again, Margaret, we are a lot a like. I love historical, but some of my favorites are my Contemporaries as well. So what inspired you to write RELUCTANT FATHER?

I really don’t know, it just came to me. It started out as a contemporary romance, but the situations in the story seemed to fit the 1960’s better. And, at the risk of revealing my age, that was my time. The Vietnam War, anti-war demonstrations, mini-skirts (I had good legs in those days), stilettos (and I have the bunions to prove it). They always say you should write what you know. Well, I knew the sixties very well.

This sounds very different from what I've read. Please, tell us about your story.

The heroine in Reluctant Father is Sarah Watson. She is the daughter of an elderly Minister of Religion and loves her bay side home with a passion. She longs to fall in love and have lots of babies, but time is running out for her as she has gynaecological problems that could eventually stop her from conceiving children.

The hero is Jordan Stamford, who owns a building and construction empire. He doesn’t believe in love and lives by the motto “money can buy anything, and everyone has their price.” He comes to Sarah’s bay side home intent on redeveloping it. But Jordan has a dark secret. Because of his tragic childhood he believes he is allergic to children and would reject any that he sired.

Sarah and Jordan are good people but they are so diametrically opposed to each other’s lifestyles, it is an exciting and sometimes traumatic journey for them to get together and live happily ever after.

Margaret, where can readers contact you?

My website:

My publishers are:

The Wild Rose Press

Whiskey Creek Press


Outside, the black velvet night sky was dotted with millions of twinkling stars, and a fat moon dangled over the ragged coastline. Taking Jordan’s hand, Sarah led him down into the deepest, darkest depth of their garden, where an old trellis walkway had partially collapsed under the weight of honeysuckle and jasmine. Her father hadn’t bothered pruning down here in years. Situated near the back fence, they could hear the waves pounding against the rocks below.

“A little love nest for us,” she whispered, catching hold of his hand, and using her shoulder to clear a path for them. Spreading the blanket on the ground, she sank to her knees, bringing him down with her.

“God, Sarah,” Jordan groaned, burying his face in her throat before taking her lips with a desperate, wanting kiss. They had been deprived of each other for too long, but now their exile was broken. Like a torrent, passion flowed between them as uncontrollable as the wild surf dashing against the cliffs.

His tongue explored her mouth, wanting, taking, tasting all her sweetness but still not satisfied. They knelt on the blanket, clasped together so closely it proved almost impossible to breathe. Jordan feathered kisses on her eyelids, along her jaw, and his tongue started exploring her ear with exquisite darting flicks. He withdrew a little so he could pull her T-shirt over her head, and then his hands worked frantically at her bra.

He groaned, cupping her breasts together so he could suckle both nipples at once. With shaking fingers she undid the buttons on his shirt, eagerly pulling it away from his waistband. She needed to feel his bare skin against hers.

Together they swayed from side to side in a euphoric dance of love. His hard arousal thrust into her thigh, and it thrilled her to know she held such power over him. Perfume from the jasmine wafted on the warm night air, seducing them. It was so dark in their little love nest they could not see each other, relying merely on touch and smell.

Sarah felt Jordan’s breath on her throat as he groaned, “Yes, babe, yes,” when she fumbled with the buckle on his belt. She slid his zipper down and her excitement escalated when she felt the extent of his arousal. Gently she removed his velvet shaft. Cradling it between her fingers, she stroked it with the flat of her thumb so that it hardened even more.

Jordan gasped and groaned with pleasure. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.” He tugged at her jeans, rolling them down over her thighs so she could wriggle out of them, and then he slid her panties down, and his hand slipped between her thighs. His fingers parted the soft, quivering folds of flesh so he could work her until she was ready for him.

It was Sarah’s turn to moan with delight as he stroked her until she felt hot and moist, burning with a need only he could assuage.

“You like that, babe?”

“Yes, yes.” Her senses exploded with heat, her passion spiralling out of control.

“You’ll like this even better.” He rolled on top of her and thrust hard and deep, his shaft slipping easily into her deepest recesses. Her muscles contracted, holding him tight as they rocked together. Jordan brought her to the brink over and over again, until she reached the dizziest heights, the absolute pinnacle of desire and ecstasy. The shattering release when it came left his body slicked with perspiration.

“Jordan, I love you, love you.” Once again tears of emotion sprang to her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.

DAMN!! That was certainly a yummy excerpt! Thanks again Maragret for sharing yourself with us. I've gotten to know you better!


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Phyllis Campbell is an award-winning, multi-published and best-selling author of romance; from the dark and mysterious hero who sends shivers up your spine to the fiesty heroines who somehow manage to keep them in line. She's published with Bookstrand Publishing, Champagne Books, The Wild Rose Press, and most recently, The Dark Castle Lords Publications. Most of her reviewers have given her the title of “Queen Of Sexual Tension”. Married with kids (and three grandchildren), Phyllis has lived in Utah all of her life and enjoys family activities when she’s not writing her next sensual story.