S.G. Lovell is the independent author of the contemporary romance Pole Dance series.
Prior to becoming an author, SG worked in the IT security field. She decided to pursue a full-time writing career when she left her job to move overseas with her husband in 2012.
SG currently lives in Queensland, Australia with her family and their two selectively deaf dogs. When not writing, you’ll find her singing nursery rhymes, chasing after the dogs, or dreaming of the next vacation that she desperately needs.
Hate to Love, Pole Dance #3, will release October 25, 2016.
Let’s Get To Know S.G. Lovell
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: 1) Anne Stuart’s NIGHTFALL – The first romance book I remember reading. Shh! I swiped it from a relative’s bookshelf.
2) Elizabeth Lowell’s ONLY HIS – Caleb is still the ultimate tall, dark and handsome hero. Yum!
3/4/5/…) Nalini Singh’s PSY-CH series (sorry, there’s no way I can choose only three) – World building at its best.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Who says I would aim for their face? evil laugh
Q: Pick a super-power and tell us what you’d do with it.
A: Super-power: Getting baby to sleep within minutes of bedtime. The world would be mine.
About Hate to Love by S.G. Lovell
What happens when the wrong man crashes your friend’s bachelorette party?
After finishing her law-degree summa cum laude, Molly Rogers has earned a night on the town with her pole-dancing girlfriends. Their destination: New York’s most refined strip club, Jewel’s. Their intention: To support one friend through her stripping debut and celebrate another friend’s engagement. What could possibly go wrong?
The last person Michael Daniels expects to see in his regular strip club on a Friday night is sophisticated Molly Rogers. He knows she’s too good for him. He knows he should stay away from her. But when Molly is mistaken for an exotic dancer, there is nothing stopping Michael from setting the record straight…and claiming the blond beauty as his own.
Intro: Molly and her friends are at the pole dance studio to pick out fancy dress costumes for a fundraiser. Just before this scene Lizzie asks Angie if she has cold feet thinking of her upcoming nuptials.
Exclusive HATE TO LOVE excerpt:
“How about this for my wedding night?” Angie lifted a white corsage, garter belt and stockings to her chest, her previous outburst completely forgotten.
“Bring it back in one piece and it won’t be a problem,” Ginger said.
“Oh, no.” Angie’s face fell. “That won’t work. Edward has a tendency to…”
Music blared from the stereo in the corner, making Molly jump. “Emily, what on earth?”
“Sorry, girls,” Emily shouted over the noise. “Didn’t mean to interrupt Angie’s little speech of too much bloody information again. What did you say?”
Angie dropped the undergarment and bestowed a sweet smile upon the student. “Don’t worry, Em, I’ll give you a blow-by-blow description later.”
Ginger snorted and Molly couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips. She was glad the girl group had pulled her into their circle of trust, although she didn’t take pole dance classes along with them. Neither did Ginger. From what Lexa had told Molly, she had never seen the receptionist dance. Come to think of it, the receptionist had never joined their little get-togethers before.
Molly contemplated the bubbly bubble gum girl and wondered if all that happy façade hid a wish to fully belong. “Hey Ginger, want to come to the Showgirls event?”
The receptionist looked startled, her smile wavering for a split second before she caught herself. She shook her head. “Thanks for the invite.”
“Senators’ sons are overrated.”
“And you know how?” Lizzie asked.
Ginger tapped a finger against her lips. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Uh-huh, she does after a few drinks,” Angie chimed in.
Ginger winked, but Molly saw the flash of quiet longing in her eyes. If the receptionist wanted to be part of their circle so badly, then why had she turned down Molly’s offer?
Before Molly could get Ginger alone for a little gentle probing, Kaycee pulled a barely there costume out of the box. “How about this?”
“Maybe a tad too suggestive,” Molly offered, eyeing the tall girl.
“I wasn’t talking about me. I was talking about you.”
Molly considered the scrap of fabric critically. It would work for after the event. For when she and Michael… “No.” Professionalism came first. She had pushed her mother far enough with the Showgirls theme. She could hardly turn up looking like a working girl. “It has to be something suitably concealing but with a little oomph.”
“Oh, oh, I have the right thing.” Lexa’s came barreling in her direction from where she had dug through the clothes rails to Molly’s left.
Molly groaned as she took in the flash of blue and gold in her friend’s arms. “Not another feather boa.”
The grin on her best friend’s face put Molly on high alert. “Not a feather boa. I swear. Michael will love this one.”
“We’re trying to impress Michael?” Angie asked. “Since when?”
“We’re not trying to impress Michael,” Molly grumbled. “Promising to have sex with someone and trying to impress them are not the same thing.”
“We’ve promised to have sex with Michael?” Angie’s voice held a definite squeak this time. “When?”
“We didn’t promise Michael anything.” Molly snatched the costume from Lexa’s hands. “Did you forget you’re engaged to another Daniels brother.”
“Exactly. Why do I not know about this?”
“Why would you?”
“She does.” Angie pointed an accusing finger at Lexa. “Does Jack know something Edward doesn’t. Or is Edward keeping secrets from me?”
“You are having cold feet.” Lizzie narrowed her eyes at Angie. “Why don’t you just admit it so we can start reassuring you?”
“I don’t need your reassurance. I need to know why Edward isn’t telling me things.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “All that wedding fever is messing with your judgment. I told Lexa.”
“Oh.” Angie’s shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I’m just…” She rubbed a hand over her face. “I’ve been all over the place emotionally lately.”
“You don’t say.” Tracy’s comment was quiet, but not quiet enough.
Lexa cut Tracy a warning glance. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. Not now.” Angie attempted a smile. “I’d rather see what we’ll be wearing to make Michael horny.”
My favorite quote from Hate to Love is:
She wouldn’t be surprised if he needed a road map for sex, and a neon sign that said ‘Press here for her satisfaction.’