Author of the Week: Samantha Young
Marionettes!! To kick off this week’s Author of the Week, I have the AMAZING Samantha Young with us this week. She has dropped by to give us an interview and even share an EXCERPT from her newest release Every Little Thing. Plus, there’s a signed paperback GIVEAWAY so be sure to scroll through the article and enter for a chance to win!
Please welcome her to the blog this week and let’s make her feel awesome! <3
About the Author
Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She’s been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance 2012 for her international bestselling novel ON DUBLIN STREET, Best Romance 2014 for BEFORE JAMAICA LANE, and Best Romance 2015 for HERO. ON DUBLIN STREET is Samantha’s first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in twenty-nine countries.
Interview with Samantha Young
- If you could go back and reread any one book for the first time what would it be?
The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness. I barely remember coming up for air when I first cracked it open. It is the most unusual, compelling, gripping story and I’d love to experience it for the first time again.
- What is the greatest piece of writing advice you ever received? There’s a reason for every decision your character makes. Make sure you know your characters as well as you know yourself before you even put pen to paper.
3.What is your biggest pet peeve? Judgmental Judgy McJudgersons. People who pass judgment over others all the time. It’s just hypocritical and annoying because no one is perfect.
- Do you prefer to write during the day or night? It used to be at night but I stopped drinking a lot of caffeine so now it’s during the day!
- You are stranded on an island…you get three items what do you bring? A fully-stocked kindle, a solar charger and a fridge filled with water and Cadbury’s Dairy Milk chocolate. The fridge is the third item. I’m not cheating…
6.Name one song you could listen to everyday and never grow tired of it. Johnny Cash ‘Hurt’
- What is your favorite dessert? Cake. Any cake. Lotsa cake.
- If you could tell your younger self one thing what would it be? To stop worrying so much and just enjoy the moment.
- Coke or Pepsi? Coke… well Diet Coke. Caffeine free.
10.Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate. Does anyone ever answer Vanilla? I would like to meet this person so they can make me understand.
- Do you outline your story or fly by the seat of your pants? Outline 100%
- If you could sit down with any author for dinner who would it be and why? There are so many! Um… Richelle Mead. I’ve read and re-read VA so many times. It will forever be at the top of my list of favorites. We were both at RT one year and I had a copy of VA for her to sign. I passed Richelle a number of times, at one point she was less than a few feet from me, and I froze! I fangirl failed! When I came home I wrote about it on social media, and my wonderful agent read it, got in contact with Richelle, and had a personalized signed copy sent to me. It just turned up on my doorstep! So really whom I’d have dinner with anytime is my agent because she’s awesome LOL. But I’d love to sit down with Richelle because she sounds like a very cool person.
- If you were a secret agent what would your codename be? Bambi Balmoral. No. Wait… wrong game…
- You get to choose the car of your dreams what do you get? A Range Rover Evoque.
- Love at first sight or lust at first sight? Lust at first sight.
- What’s one author you wish more readers knew about? Loads and loads of readers already know about her, but she deserves to be a worldwide bestseller and I know is on her way to being, and that’s LH Cosway. To me, she is the freshest voice in romance right now.
- What are you currently working on? A secret project that is yet to be announced and a second YA I’m writing for Harlequin TEEN.
- Finish the sentence. “If I wasn’t a writer I’d be____.” An events coordinator for Historic Scotland.
- Finish the sentence. “A world without books would be_____.” A world without dreams.
- Tell me something about you that would surprise most. My friends and family are surprised by how romantic my books are considering in reality I’m not terribly romantic.
- Who is your #1 Book Boyfriend? Jericho Z Barrons. Without. A. Doubt.
- Team Edward or Team Jacob? Team Jacob. In the books. Not the movies.
Excerpt from Every Little Thing by Samantha Young
I was on a mission.
A mission to cross the distance that suddenly stretched between my boyfriend Tom and me. Ten years we’d been dating. It was safe to conclude that we’d hit a rough patch.
But when your guy pushed you off him in bed because he was too tired to have sex then there was a problem.
I aimed to fix that problem.
First I yelled at him a lot and called him an asshole, because, seriously, asshole move.
Then I calmed down and I started to think. To plan. To fix the situation.
With sexy lingerie and a raincoat.
First I needed the sexy lingerie. I had a few pieces of hot underwear in my closet but Tom had seen them. I wanted to dazzle him with something new.
Sherry’s Trousseau just off Main Street was an expensive little boutique but none of the other stores or the mall near Dover sold anything as nice as Sherry’s. The only issue with buying lingerie in a small town, however, was the fact that anyone in the store, including Sherry, knew I was planning on getting lucky sometime soon, and had no qualms bringing up the subject like they had a right to the details of my sex life.
“Tom will have a lot of fun taking those off.” Sherry rang up the red silk bra, panties, matching garters and sheer silk stockings. I had a pair of red stilettos I planned on wearing with them.
“Yeah,” I said, “Here’s hoping he’ll explode all over me with excitement.”
I grinned to myself as I left the store, savoring Sherry’s blushing mortification.
Apparently it was okay for her to discuss my man touching my lingerie but not okay for me to discuss the consequences of such an act. Oh well. She should have been used to my inappropriate responses by now. It’s how I survived small town life. I said what I was thinking, no filter, and I beat nosy busybodies at their own game by divulging too much information.
It was fun.
I glanced back toward the shop to see if she was sharing her shock over what I’d said with Ellen Luther, the only other customer in the shop at that moment, and—
“Oof!” Pain shot up my jaw as I collided with something hard that knocked me off balance. The movement caused the paper bag with my lingerie in it to swing, and the thin handle snapped with the force, sending my new purchases scattering all over the pavement.
I stared down at it in surprise as my jaw throbbed. And then I caught sight of the shoes at the edge of the scene.
Polished to a shine.
Black leather Derby shoes.
I’d bet everything I had they were Prada.
And there was only one man in Hartwell who wore designer like it was made especially for him.
My heart sank as I lifted my gaze.
Sure enough, staring down at my new underwear like he was staring at a lamppost, or something equally mundane, was Vaughn Tremaine.
Now my whole body thrummed along with the throb in my jaw where I’d collided with one of his broad shoulders. As always he wore a tailored three-piece suit that fit him beautifully.
I watched in horror as he unbuttoned his jacket and lowered to his haunches to pick up my underwear. If it had been anyone else reaching for those items I wouldn’t have cared less. But Vaughn Tremaine wasn’t just anyone.
With my new bra dangling in his clutches he looked up and quirked an eyebrow my way.
Not for the first time I found myself squirming under his steel gray gaze.
Silence stretched between us as we stared at one another and I fought the urge to abandon my stuff and run off in the opposite direction away from him. The problem was—well there were a number of problems with Vaughn Tremaine—the fact that a) he was much too attractive for his own good and b) unlike anyone else, he had the ability to make me feel insecure.
Right now, for instance, as much as I didn’t want the thought in my head I couldn’t help but note how unaffected he appeared at holding my sexy underwear in his hand.
I was as attractive as a limp noodle to him.
And it shouldn’t bother me.
The man was a jerk.
“Looks like Tom is in for an interesting evening.” Vaughn held the bra up toward me.
I snatched it from him, my cheeks blazing. Clearly karma was getting back at me for what I’d said to Sherry. As he reached for the panties and garter I snapped, “Leave it.”
“But I’m already down here.” He ignored my demand as he collected the broken bag and carefully placed the underwear back inside. As he stood up Vaughn handed me the bag.
In my angry embarrassment I leaned in to yank it from him, only to stumble as I did so. Vaughn moved to steady me, his strong fingers curling around my bicep. His touch panicked me and I jerked away, scowling at him.
Perhaps a year ago I wouldn’t have scowled so hard at him.
I would have scowled for sure, but maybe not so emphatically.
Up until last summer our interactions had always been antagonistic because from the day we met Vaughn had made me feel I was the uneducated provincial to his superior cosmopolitan self. He did this by mocking me, mocking Tom, and I didn’t like it. He was no better than me.
Admittedly, however, there was a certain amount of fun in teasing and mocking him back. That is until last summer, when during one of our many verbal battles he’d out and out said that he disliked me in front of Jess and everyone else whose opinion I valued. And okay, I might have deserved a harsh retaliation because I’d been particularly bitchy to him that day because of an argument I’d had with Tom . . . but . . . well . . .
The son of a bitch had hurt my feelings, and that was unforgiveable.
“As ever the gentleman, Tremaine.”
“Helping you retrieve your belongings was gentlemanly, I thought.”
“No—the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to assess the situation, realize that touching a lady’s unmentionables is ungentlemanly, ignore said unmentionables, and go merrily on your way while I tried to conspicuously recover the unmentionables.”
The right corner of his mouth tilted up in amusement. “You’ve never crossed me as the shy and retiring type, Miss Hartwell. I wouldn’t have thought my seeing your panties would get them in such a twist.”
“Ha, clever.” I ignored him calling me Miss Hartwell. Or I attempted to. I never wanted him to know how much it bugged me that he never called me by my name. In retaliation I never referred to him out loud as anything but Tremaine.
We really brought out the maturity in one another.
He grinned. “I do find I’m wittier around you.”
“Yes, well, that happens when arming yourself in a battle of wits against a wittier opponent.”
There were moments, like now, when I thought I glimpsed a flash of respect in Vaughn’s eyes. But I knew that couldn’t be true. I was just looking for something I wanted to see. “We’re particularly feisty today.”
“Don’t royal ‘we’ me, Tremaine. I’m not impressed by your pomposity. In fact it pisses me off.”
He stepped closer into me, and I had to steel myself against stepping back. Vaughn Tremaine did not need to know his nearness made my breath catch. His eyes drifted over my face. He always did this, like he was savoring my every feature, and I knew his only purpose in doing so was to make me feel uncomfortable.
“You shouldn’t tell me when something pisses you off,” Vaughn said. “You know it only makes me want to do it more.”
Synopsis for Every Little Thing by Samantha Young
The New York Times bestselling author of the On Dublin Street series returns to Hartwell, Delaware—the perfect place to get away from it all, and find what you never knew you needed….
Bailey Hartwell has many reasons to feel content—her successful business, a close circle of friends, and her steady boyfriend…even if their romance feels staid after ten years without a serious commitment. The only challenge in her life comes in the form of sexy businessman Vaughn Tremaine. She thinks the ex-New Yorker acts superior and that he considers her a small-town nobody. But when Bailey’s blindsided by a betrayal, she’s shocked to discover Vaughn is actually a decent guy.
Vaughn admires Bailey’s free spirit, independence, and loyalty. As his passion for her has grown, his antagonism toward her has only worsened. Every little thing Bailey does seduces him. But when Vaughn’s painful emotional past makes him walk away in fear he will hurt her, it opens an old wound in Bailey, and she uncharacteristically retreats.
Once Vaughn begins to realize he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, he has no choice but to fight like he’s never fought before to convince Bailey that the love they’ve found together only comes around once in a lifetime….