Hello, I’m Roxanne D. Howard, author of At the Heart of the Stone, and the newly released erotic modern-day fairy-tale/romantic comedy, Chicks Dig the Accent.
With the wave of a life coach’s magic wand, graduate Molly Ivers transforms into one sexy princess, and for her former lover/friend Evan Castle, the hunt for her is on – only who’s the real Prince Charming?
Let’s Get To Know Roxanne D. Howard
Q: If you could go back in time before you published your first book, what advice would you give yourself about publishing?
A: Be ready to promote yourself. Publishers will go to bat for you and help you get your material ready, but you have to be ready and willing to do blog tours and promotional events. Also, I would have told myself to get some comfort food for publishing day. 😉
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Sam! He’s a keg-bearing loudmouth in Chicks Dig the Accent. We’ve all known the type; the guys who strut into the room, talk loud, and hit on women.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: I love creating characters and worlds; it’s such a beautiful art and so fun. I will never get tired of writing. My least favorite thing is the blurbs! Blurbs are so hard to write, because you invest so much in a book, then you have to condense it down to 200 words and hope people will actually want to buy your book based off of it. Blurbs and I don’t get along.
About Chicks Dig the Accent by Roxanne D. Howard
Molly Ivers has always known she’d marry a foreign man with a delicious accent. Six months ago, in a night of unbridled passion, Molly gave her virginity to her friend and sexy-as-can-be neighbor, rocker Evan Castle. Unfortunately, thanks to his swarm of constant groupies, things didn’t work out, but they remained friends. Now, after having just broken up with her boring, run-of-the-mill right-wing boyfriend, Sean, she’s on the verge of finishing her graduate degree and moving to Paris. She is desperate to shake things up–and find that sexy foreign man.
She’s had a crush on Nicholas Sullivan, her British professor, for as long as she can remember. So when opportunity comes knocking to spice up her appearance in the form of a French life coach, she hires Jean Luc Dubois to help her let her hair down and become more Parisian and hip to reflect the person she is within. Thanks to Jean Luc’s magic, she starts to catch her hunky English prof’s eye, but the more time she spends with Evan, the more she begins to realize that her Prince Charming might just be the one she’s known all along.
“So, you’re going through with it?”
“Going through with what?” They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half-naked and barefoot in a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her. He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked open. I came to borrow milk.”
“Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties!” Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her bedroom.
“Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another, and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used to.
She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at midthigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why did they have to harden every time he came near her?
She pushed hair out of her face and began to pour the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want?”
“Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at the store later.” She’d only heard his voice drop as low and husky during sex. She stopped after she poured enough milk, then gave him extra.
Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He took out a fork. He inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice and brought it to his lips.
“Forbidden fruit, hmm?”
He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew what he was doing. He chewed, licked his bottom lip, and held out the fork.
Before she could gain common sense and say no, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. He slid the remaining slice in. Molly closed her mouth around it. He withdrew the fork tines slowly from her closed lips, and his finger grazed her lower lip.
“You’ve got a bit on your…”
She opened her eyes and sharply inhaled. He’d moved closer, right there, and was about to kiss her. She turned away, burning.
My favorite quote from Chicks Dig the Accent is:
“This is an emergency. You don’t need wine. You need Patrick Swayze.” – Nell Fischer