Hi! My name is Katie Michaels and I’m so excited to tell you about my first book, Feels Like Forever. It’s romance centered on two 18-year-old high school seniors, who are both falling in love for the first time. Both Evelyn and Luke have a tight network of friends who helped build them into the people they are today. Those friends not only influence their lives but affect the course of their relationship.
The sexual heat between them is intense and undeniable. But Luke and Evelyn have some really big challenges to overcome before they can find happiness together.
I’m not going to lie: I cried writing parts of this book. I still cry when I go back and read those scenes again. There’s tough stuff in here. There are also scenes that may make you fan yourself. More than anything, I hope these characters come to life for you the way they have for me.
Let’s Get To Know Katie Michaels
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: Can I cheat and give your the top five authors?
Number one is Ilona Andrews. My book is nothing like her books, content wise. But I love the way she writes her heroines. They’re layered. They have their strengths, but also very real vulnerabilities. They usually talk big, but they’re never invincible. I wanted to build a heroine like that on a smaller level. Evelyn is nothing like Kate Daniels, but she is someone who’s good, but flawed. She doesn’t always make the best choices, but she tries to do things for the right reasons.
Number two: Tessa Dare. Again, genre-wise, we’re night and day. But I love how she makes me laugh while I fall in love with her romances. I think you have balance the heartbreak with some levity when you can.
Number three: Stacia Kane for her insights into writing sex scenes.
Number four: Kelly Meding for how she weaves LGBT characters into her books in such an organic way.
And number five: Nalini Singh who does the same thing with her characters of different races, skin colors, and cultures.
It’s funny that none of these are YA/NA authors, but good writing is good writing, no matter what the subgenre.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Ha! My own. Luke’s best friend Jeremy was actually my favorite character to write because he is so horrible. I exchanged gifs of face-punches with one of my beta readers about him.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: My favorite part is the actual writing. I really had fun taking the story from my head and putting it into words. I even loved editing and the excitement of making the book better. That these characters and their experiences are now fully formed and something I can share with other people, just blows me away.
My least favorite part has got to be promotion. There are so many amazing authors out there, competing to get the attention of potential readers. I love talking about my book and I’m grateful to the bloggers who invite me to do it. But it’s a fine line to put yourself out there without drowning people in your promo.
About Feels Like Forever by Katie Michaels
Your best friends are what life is all about. They make you stronger. Happier. Ready to face the world.
Just ask 18 year-old Evelyn Sanders. With her friends at her back, she’s poised for all of her dreams to come true. She’s not looking for a guy to make her complete. Especially not a football player sexy enough to start a fan club and a dimple that stops girls in their tracks.
Luke Rogers just wants to have a good time. His loyalties lie with his brothers on the team. But he can’t resist the girl that sees beyond his practiced smile and victories on the field.
The heat between them is like nothing they’ve ever felt. But devastating circumstances can break even the strongest bond. Will the heartache and manipulation that change their lives bring them closer together or tear them apart?
After the game, Shel and I made our way to the after-party at Gilligan’s. It was an 18-and-up club, but if the bouncer was in a good mood, almost anyone could get in, so it was a popular hang-out for the seniors.
The interior was a little cheesy, with a tropical theme. There were some fake palm trees around the perimeter of the room. Some tiki torches. Even the bartenders wore cheap, plastic leis.
The room smelled like the smoke they sometimes piped in to the dance floor. It was so crowded, it seemed like everyone from the stadium had packed into the small space. It was hot and almost claustrophobic, but I was on a mission.
My friends and I came up with a plan. The goal was to make Luke want me, but more than that, to leave him wanting more. He needed a reason to pursue me and I was going to do my damnedest to give him one.
The lights were low, but I spotted Luke in a matter of minutes. He wasn’t dancing so much as swaying his hips amid the throng of people. There was a blonde moving next to him. Damn. I guess I wasn’t as charming as I thought.
I tried to move away but I was caught in the crowd, and as much I wanted to, I couldn’t stop looking at Luke. A light sheen of sweat brushed his forehead. His white t-shirt clung to his wide chest.
He looked my way and before I could turn, he spotted me. That million-dollar grin lit his face. Across the sea of moving bodies, he bridged the distance between us.
The heat in his eyes nearly melted me where I stood. A quick glance toward the blond allowed me to finally see her face.
It wasn’t the girl from the game.
Maybe he could read the question on my face. He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “We broke up.” Oh yeah, this one was worth the effort.
Evelyn. I really hadn’t thought too much about her since last week, but suddenly seeing her again, I remembered why Beth seemed like such a bad idea. If possible, she looked even better than I remembered. Her hair was dark and thick around her pale pink skin. Her cheeks had picked up some glitter from somewhere in the club. And her lips;
Suddenly, I found myself burning to find out what she tasted like.
I’d been even more distracted than normal this week. Maybe she had something to do with that. The crush of the crowd gave me the perfect excuse to get close to her. “Dance with me.”
Even with the floor packed tight, she worked her body in all the right ways. Her movements set me on fire. Flowing around me. Gently grinding. Most of the other girls on the dance floor were so over the top, it was like watching a bunch of strippers without a pole. Some of the chicks were even making out with each other just to get the guys cranked up.
But not Evelyn.
I didn’t know how she did it. She barely brushed up against me and I was hard as a rock and ready to throw down.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.
When I came in contact with his body, all the oxygen left the room. Moving with him, everyone and everything else disappeared. It was just him and me. I was breathing faster; my muscles taut, begging for more of his touch. As I turned and he moved in behind me, I could feel his body wanted the same things that mine did. Suddenly, Shelly’s system of cutting to the chase sounded better than it ever had before.
The pounding rhythm of the music slowed down and he turned me back to face him. His arms circled my waist and my breath caught. His mouth was so close. It would be so easy to kiss him here. To climb up his hard body and ease some of the building ache.
But that was not the plan the girls and I came up with. No. This could only be a taste.
I stepped back, already feeling the loss of his heat. I could still see the hunger in his face and it looked like he almost reached out to pull me back. But I grabbed his hand instead and started shouldering my way through the crowd. “Walk with me.”
My favorite quote from Feels Like Forever is:
“Ev, sweetheart, we’ve all had sex in a bathroom.” Merrin made a strangled sound from the overstuffed chair next to my bed.
“Oh, don’t even pretend, girl. I heard about you and Bill Foster at the skating rink.”
“We were only kissing!” she shouted indignantly, her face turning the same deep red as her hair. “For God’s sakes, Shel, we were 13 years old!”
Shelly rolled her eyes as if the distinction was unimportant. To her, it probably was. “You’re gonna end up with some kind of vaginal plague if you don’t stop doing that stupid shit, Ev.”