Maha and Erwin are a married couple with 40 years of combined experience in finance and science. Formerly employed in academia and industry as researchers and consultants, we are now indie authors who create content for adults across multiple platforms. Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life – book one in series of romance chick lits – was published on Amazon in July 2016. Humanity Rebooted – book one in a series of scifi books – is slated for release in December 2017.
Let’s Get To Know Maha Erwin
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: Art of Seduction by Robert Green, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, Tempting by Alex Lucian, Wild Swans by Jung Chang, Writing the Romantic Comedy by Billy Mernit
Q: If you could go back in time before you published your first book, what advice would you give yourself about publishing?
A: Instead of knocking out a thousand words per day from 2014 to 2016, go promote your brand online. Go connect with your fans and new readers across the globe, at least once a week. That way you’ll never play catch-up when you’ve published.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: We would punch Patrick Bateman of the black comedy American Psycho (by Bret Easton Ellis). Not because he’s a mad psychopath who tortures his victims or that he’s a misogynist. Rather because he would enjoy being punched.
About Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life by Maha Erwin
What if you brought bad karma into the bedroom? How far would you go to turn your awful luck into awesome?
Aimée Fitzgerald counts herself among the upwardly mobile San Franciscans who celebrate, year in and year out, the joys of being happily single. She goes as far as following her own advice: “an awkward morning is healthier than a lonely night.” When a one-night stand turns her perfectly ordinary world upside down, Aimée retreats into her shell, avoiding intimacy altogether. Shortly after meeting Salvatore Rossi, better known as Matador, she becomes the latest bullseye of the Italian business magnate. A string of romantic dates are fraught with contradictions and ambiguities. Even so, Aimée feels alive in the presence of the shameless philanderer with a twisted sense of humor. No longer in hiding, she must now dare to do the impossible. To make the ultimate noncommittal retire from the dating game.
Here’s what an Amazon reviewer said about the book. Intomesee is true to the old-time raunchy spirit of San Francisco, neither predictable nor puritanical. The humor is totally one-of-a-kind Maha-Erwin – quirky, offbeat, and satirical. You will be hooked! And you will be laughing… hard! The characters are so real and likable, reading it I kept feeling as if I could find them sitting around my local café. Aimee is not your mother’s strong female protagonist. She’s real, flawed, colorful, and has a heart of gold. I think this book teaches perseverance, sassiness, and above all, to be true to your heart. And it will no doubt jump-start more than a few marriages!
Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life (Page numbers: 292) is book one in a series of chick lits in development.
Coolness swept over Aimée as she ambled along the hallway, dragging the heavy train of her full skirt down a plush, red carpet runner. Graceful women, coiffed, bejeweled, and fitted in extravagant gowns speckled the reception room. She heard a familiar snicker. The flat, disdainful sound came from quivering lips, not a fluttering heart. Kasey stood pretentiously under an elaborate crystal chandelier, encircled by the golden glamour girls. The volume of champagne in the shiny imperial bottle had been significantly reduced, only half a standard bottle remained undrunk.
Time to act with decorum, time to play dignified. Façade time! Aimée forced a smile on her lips and approached Kasey. The girls scattered, their tinkling laughter swirled around as they threaded through the crowd, searching for their next plaything.
Kasey squeezed Aimée onto his chest, harder than he ever did before. “I was afraid you wouldn’t make it,” he said in a near whisper.
“Yet, here I am.”
“Let’s escape to a place of awe and wonder, shall we?” His eyes lingered on her, flirting, glowing like traffic lights.
“Awe and wonder? I’ll be the judge of that.”
Aimée lifted up the train of her dress and slipped her arm through his. As they streamed through the double doors, her eyes fell on the host welcoming his guests. The tall man was decked out in a short, black tuxedo jacket with golden trimming. His shoulders broad and muscular, in contrast to his narrow waist, which he accentuated with a black cummerbund. Heavy eyebrows, wide cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline defined his square face while the long, salt and pepper waves on his head softened his harsh features. He looked oddly familiar, though she couldn’t place him. The moment his gaze met hers, he widened his hazel eyes and crooked his lips into a grin of amusement.
“Good evening doctor,” he greeted Kasey, his handshake friendly yet firm. “Your wife is beautiful.” He continued to wear a sly grin of mischief, and Aimée felt her insides liquefy because of it. “A dangerous beauty,” he added.
Kasey chuckled. “You have it all wrong, she’s an old friend.” Aimée stomped her heel on the toe of his shoe, forcing him to yelp: “She’s absolutely not that old.”
“Che bella.” The host took ahold of Aimée’s hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he uttered in a full, rich speaking voice. “My name is Salvatore Rossi PhD, but I am better known as Matador.”
Aimée felt a shot of blood rush to her cheeks. “Thank you for the party invitation, Matador. They call me love –” She choked off mid-sentence. He had the whitest smile and the softest lips for a man his age. Was he forty or forty-five? Surely not fifty. He didn’t look any older than Kasey. “My name is Aimée. I am delighted to be your guest,” she said staidly. “If I may, what is your star sign? You look like a Taurus.”
“Undeniably. Taurus, the Bull.”
“We should take our seats, lovey,” Kasey spoke in a stern voice. He tugged the heavy fabric of her skirt and she slapped his hand as if swatting a fly.
“What’s the rush?” she whispered. “You promised not to embarrass me.”
Kasey persisted, nudging her to the ballroom. “We’ll be on our way. Jolly good.”
He was acting like a spoiled toddler. Just because another kid wanted to play with his old toy, he’d found a renewed interest in it. Why didn’t he bother to take notice of her before? She was never far away from his jungle gym in their common playground.
“Grow up,” she tittered at Kasey’s childish behavior.
My favorite quote from Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life is:
“Look at the beautiful lady sitting beside you,” the emcee said pointing at Kasey. “In all likelihood she has never experienced an orgasm in her life.”
Kasey nestled up to Aimée, saying, “I might’ve told her about your sexual dysfunction.”