My name is J. Margot Critch and I live in St. John’s, Newfoundland and I write steamy contemporary romance and romantic suspense. I have been published by Harlequin Blaze (my first release IN THE BOSS’S BED was released in June 2016, and my second will be out in February 2017). I have also self-published two novels so far. On August 26, 2016 I released POWER TO LOVE.
POWER TO LOVE is a steamy vacation romance in which Cash and Karen, two people who need to “get away from it all,” meet on a plane bound for sultry, Key West. They have instant chemistry, and after a sexy rendezvous in the airplane lavatory, they decide to indulge in vacation fling.
Let’s Get To Know J. Margot Critch
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: I love everything written by Victoria Dahl, but Real Men Will and Flirting with Disaster are definitely my favourites! When I started reading romance, she hooked me on sassy, confident, sexy, tough, funny and foul-mouthed heroines. Because of her, every heroine I write is a strong woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.
When I read Clive Barker’s Coldheart Canyon, I was probably a bit too young for the adult subject matter. But in that book, he creates such a weird, wonderful, breathless, dark, fantastical world.
Maya Banks’ No Place to Run is one of the first romantic suspense novels I ever read, and I’ve read it so many times. I think it’s a perfect romantic suspense, as the romantic and action scenes are so well balanced.
Libby Cudmore’s The Big Rewind is so hip and conversational. I love the quick and sassy banter between characters.
Q: If you could go back in time before you published your first book, what advice would you give yourself about publishing?
A: It’s hard, long, and sometimes frustrating work, filled with highs and lows. But it’s so, so worth it! I’m also a bit of a disaster, so I would also tell myself to that I need to be more organized and budget my time effectively.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: It’s not from a book, but I would definitely punch Vic Mackey from The Shield. That show still gives me so many feelings.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: My favourite thing is actually writing. There’s nothing better or more satisfying than creating vivid worlds and compelling characters. Having people read and enjoy your work is amazing.
About Power to Love by J. Margot Critch
Two complete strangers. One unforgettable trip.
Cash Power needs to get away. His job as a conflict photographer has left him with some memories he’d rather forget, and when he learns that he and his brothers have inherited a home in Key West, he jumps at the opportunity to get away and recuperate. He soon forgets his troubles when he boards the plane and meets his beautiful seatmate, Karen.
Karen Gallagher is an over-worked and under-appreciated environmental lawyer who decides to get out of town when her bosses push her to a breaking point. On a whim, she jumps on a plane headed to Key West; where she meets Cash. After a mile-high sexy encounter, Karen is sure she has started her vacation on the right foot … if only she’d remembered to book a hotel room.
Not wanting to see Karen stranded, Cash invites her to stay in his inherited house. Despite the initial awkwardness, the two quickly find themselves in the middle of a steamy vacation fling surrounded by the beautiful, sultry Florida Keys and each other. But as the time to part ways draws ever closer, the depth of their feelings for each other become clear. Will Karen and Cash make a clean break, or will they each leave a part of their heart in the Keys?
Karen shook her hair loose, and in the quiet of the cabin, she heard Cash’s quick intake of breath beside her. It got her attention and her eyes snapped over to meet his. He was transfixed, staring at her, watching her as her dark brown hair draped over her back and shoulders. The heat in his eyes made her breath stop, having never seen such a primal, desirous look on a man’s face before. But she knew then that he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him, and that knowledge notched her libido even higher. She looked away from him, facing forward, her face turning hot.
Inspired, emboldened, Karen had an idea. An idea that was so unlike her and so out of character, but she figured that she would never see Cash again, and she might as well just go for it. What would it hurt? Why shouldn’t she start her vacation with a little X-rated fun?
Acutely feeling his interest and attention, she stretched, slowly arching her back and pushing her breasts out, in a seductive move stolen from movies where a vixen worked to seduce a man. Without turning to face him, she slid her eyes over to him, and confirmed that he was still watching her intently. His narrowed eyes and flared nostrils, showing her that he was entirely affected by her.
She shook her head once, the sultry move flipping her hair back over her shoulders, showcasing the long lines of her throat, and she used the backs of her fingers to graze the side of her exposed neck. She could feel his eyes, following the movement of her hands, her fingers blazing a trail down her neck to her chest, her fingernails tickled her sensitive skin and she wanted nothing more than to feel Cash’s fingers on her, to have him touch her, instead. She traced the v of where her blouse opened at her throat, and she casually unclasped one of the buttons, so that the shirt was open between her breasts. Her internal temperature was high, no thanks to Cash’s scorching gaze, and Karen fanned her flushed skin with her hand. She flattened her palm against the overheated skin of her chest and she heard the low curse that Cash muttered. She smoothed her palm down the front of her shirt, past her breasts, over her stomach to her lap.
Her movements were slow and deliberate as she dragged her hand down her thigh, until she reached the hem of her skirt. She heard his ragged intake of breath when she grasped the wool material in her fist and pulled her skirt slowly up her thigh, knowingly revealing the edge of her lace-topped stockings underneath.
The cabin was still quiet, and she took a quick look around. Their first class cabin-mates were either sleeping, or distracted by their laptops and in-flight movies, oblivious to the show of seduction happening in the second row. Karen could hear nothing but Cash’s breathing as it increased, growing harder, more jagged. The triumph of success bolstered her. Her plan was working. It was fun. It was wicked. It was so very unlike her, she almost laughed. But there was nothing funny about how much she wanted him. She could feel her desire for him burning throughout her.
Karen heard Cash as he cleared his throat. She looked over at him and saw that he was watching her, his eyes intense. But it was when she looked down in his lap to see the large bulge that jutted out, tenting his jeans, it was confirmed that he’d been paying close attention.
She licked her lips in a move that she hoped was seductive, and not ridiculous. Then she half-stood, leaning over him, and giving him a stellar view down her partially opened blouse, of which he took great advantage. “Excuse me Cash,” she breathed against his earlobe. “I have to go to the restroom.”
Cash blew out a harsh breath, and his eyes fixed on the opening in her blouse. “Okay,” he said, not removing his gaze from her chest.
Karen turned away from Cash. Walking to the nearby restroom, she was grateful that she had remembered to slip on her high heels, as they provided the extra swivel to her hips to her stride. She stopped outside the lavatory, cast a quick look at Cash and she winked at him before ducking inside.
My favorite quote from Power to Love is:
“What?” Karen couldn’t believe his refusal to return her underwear. “They were really expensive, you know,” she called to him as he kept walking. “It’s a set!”