An Interview with Jennah Scott
When or what made you decide to become an author?
Like so many others, I've always wanted to be an author. It just took me sitting at home while my husband was in India on business to decide to make a career out of it. That was almost three years ago and I haven't looked back since.
How do you get an idea for your novel?
Most of my ideas come to me while I'm in the shower! It's the best place for me to think. No interruptions and quiet, for the most part.
What is the inspiration you use?
Pinterest. The pictures I find on there are wonderful for inspiration!
What is your writing style? Do you just sit down and write or do you create character sketches, outlines, or notes?
I start with a very loose outline and notes. As the story gets going I'll do character sketches, adding things here and there as I get new information. Usually my outline only covers the first 1/3-1/2 of the story, so I end up having to stop and outline some more.
Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowing when you are blocked?
That really depends on the day. I've got a couple of close writer friends that are great muses.
How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?
Full-length novels: 8
Short-stories/novellas: 4
What is you favorite plot line type?.
I love friends to lovers and one-night stands. I'm a huge fan of westerns, too, although I don't think that's really a plot line. :)
What is your current work in progress and how did get the idea for the Work in Progress?
My current work in progress is a m/m one-night stand short story. It's actual the prequel for a novel I've already finished. It's a western, set in Wyoming during Cheyenne Frontier Days.
Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?
Take your time. Make sure your work is the best it can be. I've learned from experience it doesn't help to speed through anything.
Where are the bodies buried? IE Is there any old work in progresses you threw aside and decided not to complete and why?
They are buried in a file on my laptop. I threw aside a new adult story that I've rewritten I don't know how many times. The feedback on it was the same across the board: the main character was really hard to connect with. I learned a lot from that story, but it's just not right. One of these days I may go back to it, but probably not. It's one of those live and learn manuscripts.
Blurb:
Not one to settle down, Angelica Rousseau never thought she’d consider planting roots in the small town of Kimmswick, Missouri. When her art speaks to her—and gives her a reason to get up close and personal with body shop owner, Ryker Talcott—sticking around starts to have appeal.
Ryker has to deal with a lot of personalities and has found that custom orders for women almost never end well. Especially when the women are as picky and confident as Angelica. This time it’s different. He's never met a woman like her. She rivals his confidence and has the attitude to back it up.
When the past threatens their future, Angelica and Ryker have to decide what's more important—their own promises to themselves, or the love they both feel for each other.
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Excerpt
Angelica’s best friend, RayAnne, belted the lyrics to the ridiculous country song as they drove down the quiet streets of Kimmswick, Missouri. RayAnne was the most positive person she’d ever met, which was probably why they worked so well together. Whatever the reason for their odd couple style friendship, Angelica was more than happy for it. It was easy for Angel to slip into lonesome artist mode as a sculptor, and Ray was always there to yank her back from the depths.
“Come on, Angel, you know this one.” Angelica laughed and leaned her head out the truck’s window, the smell of small town life and fresh grass lingering in her nostrils.
Angelica laughed as she butchered the lyrics. The decision to ride along while RayAnne worked was definitely the right one. If anything could get her mind out of the slump it was in, there was no doubt RayAnne could do it. “Sorry, lover, guess I didn’t quite learn this one last time.” She reached over and turned the volume dial down on the dash of the old blue Chevy pickup.
“That’s all right.” RayAnne shrugged. “One more stop today and then we’re done. You ready to quit your art job and be a scrapper with me?”
Angelica forced a smile. How close she’d been to giving up on art for so many years and so many reasons. Maybe it would be better to try something different. Just the thought made her heart ache. Give up on art. Aside from her clothes, art was the only output she’d found. Well, that, and the great casual sex she’d had in all her days traveling from town to town. But here in Kimmswick? Not too many options. Which brought her to think about someone else’s problems for a change.
“Oh. Changes. I need details. What’s going on with that boyfriend of yours, Matt? You came home awful early last night.”
“Ugh.” RayAnne’s shoulders slumped. “Don’t worry, Angel, it’s not me, no, no, it’s never me. It’s him. Just like it was with Steve and Darryl and…” Ray brought her sunglasses down to her nose and glanced over at Angelica. “Now why would you go and ruin a good song?”
RayAnne’s dainty arms turned the steering wheel hard onto a gravel road Angelica didn’t recognize. Even though Kimmswick was small, she tended to stick to her studio and house. The grocery store, gas station, and bar were all within five miles of both, so she didn’t have a reason to explore the town much.
“Sorry. Where are we going?” Angelica stuck her head out the window and took in several long warehouse-shaped buildings about a mile up the road.
“This is it, last stop, and we can go home and pop open a beer.”
“Oh, so this is the friend you’ve been telling me about all this time, huh? Favorite stop of the day?”
RayAnne pulled up to a broad expanse of lot where a big black 350 was parked. A man bent over brushing at the rocker panel on the driver’s side was the focus of her attention.
“Oh yeah, hot as sin.” Ray let loose a long whistle as her eyes raked over the man’s ass.
Angel unclicked her seat belt. “So why haven’t you dated this one?”
RayAnne cackled, “No, sir. Hot as sin and likely to take me to hell just as fast. I don’t think I could control myself with him.” RayAnne hopped out of the truck, slamming her door, but the man outside didn’t even flinch. “Aww, isn’t that cute. See, where I come from we like men who don’t mind a little dirt on their machines.”
The way RayAnne bounded out of the truck of her Chevy in cowboy boots and country dresses still amazed Angelica. But it was part of who she was. Her heart was still in Tennessee, buried with her mom.
Now, without hesitation, Angelica put one heavy black boot on the ground before sliding the other out and taking the small hop to the ground. Sure, the shin-high laced up boots were easier to maneuver than her usual stilettos, but she’d rather get out of her Cadillac than hop out of a pickup truck any day of the week.
Angelica leaned against the truck and watched as RayAnne sauntered up to the man and snaked her arms around his neck as he leaned down to wrap her up in a brotherly-type hug. His shirt was solid black, cotton from the way it moved on his torso. She eyed his biceps as they stretched the material. The man released RayAnne, straightening to his full stature as he pointed to a set of bay doors and headed toward the shop.
RayAnne walked back to the truck and jumped in, yelling through the window. “You getting back in?”
“No, I’ll just walk it.” Angelica kicked at the gravel under her feet as the truck roared to life next to her.
It was pretty back by the shop. Trees surrounded the lot, the only ones removed for the drive and the buildings; thin shoots of grass stuck up in the densest areas of the trees. So much nature right around an auto and body shop, odd combination, but one that made Angelica smile, nonetheless. Funny how she could still find new places and people in such a small town. In the three years she’d been in Kimmswick, the place had yet to stop surprising her. Which in itself was surprising considering it was a small town where not a whole lot happened. Angelica shook off a shudder and looked around. No sense reliving past mistakes. The bed of RayAnne’s truck was already disappearing into the bay doors as she approached the building.
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Bio:
Jennah Scott resides Kansas City, Missouri. Until she started writing she didn't know what she wanted to be. Which is why she has degrees in education, business, and medical assisting. All that uncertainty has provided her with plenty of ideas for new books. When she isn't writing she's causing trouble on Twitter, hanging out with family, or she's lost in a book. There's one thing about Jennah, there will never be a dull moment when she's around.
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