Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men

Anne Conley is back for another visit to FP, TD readers. This time it’s for her story “Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men”.  Anne was nice enough to do an interview for you, answering questions from yours truly.

FP,TD: This is a question I see in interviews all the time. Why did start writing?

AC: I don’t remember when I started writing, but the first evidence of it is an award I won in a Creative Writing contest in the 6th grade. It was a story about Fred Flintstone inventing the lightbulb, I think. I had stacks of notebooks and journals and things, attempts at getting juvenile feelings out on paper to deal with teen angst. That spilled into college, and then real life hit me and I only wrote in journals after that. I’ve been writing for public consumption for three years, after my kids went off to school, and I realized I was bored to death just keeping house.

FP,TD: Do you work on one story at a time?

AC: Nope. I usually have 3-5 projects going at once. I’ll outline a story, put it away for a while, and then work on revisions on something else. I go crazy if I’m working on just one at a time. My brain jumps around too much. I do have to compartmentalize them, though. I typically work on one thing through an entire stage of completion before I put it away and work on something else.

FP,TD: With so many stories brewing, I’m surprised you have time to read! But I’ll still ask. What books are you reading at the moment?

AC: Currently, I’m beta reading Vanessa Booke’s Drawn to You. I’m also reading How is it With Your Soul by Priscilla Pope-Levison and Jack Levison. I’m teaching a six-week lesson on that one at church. I’m in-between casual reads at the moment, but I think I’m going to start Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda by Tara Lee Reed. I’m sort of looking forward to that one.

FP,TD: If you could have one “big name” author read a book you’ve written, who would you choose?

AC: Liliana Hart. I met her at an RWA meeting two years ago, and she encouraged me to get into the Indie biz. She’s an inspiration to me, and I would just turn into a puddle of goo if she read one of my books. If she liked it? I’d die.

FP,TD: Is it difficult to keep the characters straight in your imagination?

LC: Surprisingly, no. I was having a conversation earlier this week with an author who uses color coded notebooks to keep everything straight. That level of organization is lost on me. I can remember the basics, but if I have to go back and look up an eye-color, my control-F function is just fine.

FP,TD: This is another question I’ve seen asked of authors frequently. Have you taken any formal writing classes?

AC: Yes, I took a few in college, twenty years ago. I taught writing to high school kids (later, I learned I taught them all sorts of wrong comma rules, tee hee). I’d love to go back to school and take some more specific writing courses, though. I am forever learning that I don’t know as much as I think I do.

FP,TD: Why or why not?

AC: When I took the classes in college, I was switching back and forth between an English major and a Theater major. In the end, I gave up on both and went for Communications (should have stuck with English…)

FP,TD: Do you edit your own work?

AC: I edit as much as I can, and depend on beta readers for developmental editing, but in the end, I send it to an editor to catch the plethora of things I (and my betas) miss. I don’t see how anybody can skip this crucial step. Finding an editor that you can work with is tricky though.

FP,TD: Coffee, caffeine, chocolate, and sodas seem to be the consensus for fueling sleep-deprived writers. What’s your favorite “writing fuel”?

AC: Trail mix and chocolate. I also try to take walks daily to keep my circulation up.

FP,TD: What advice do you have for new writers?

AC: First, research the craft and industry as much as you can. There is soooo much information out there to sift through. I probably read three articles on the industry every day, at least. Also, don’t listen to the nay-sayers. Find a support group you can get support from and don’t listen to anybody else. Last, KEEP WRITING!

Thanks, Anne, for stopping by and answering questions for the readers. As always, good luck and we look forward to watching you grow.

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men
SERIES – None
AUTHOR – Anne Conley
GENRE – Contemporary Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – January 1, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 28,500
PUBLISHER – Anne Conley
COVER ARTIST – James Price with AEP Book Covers

Best Laid Plans - Book Cover

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men tells the story of the whirlwind May/December romance between Taylor and Alexander. While Taylor is completely caught off guard by Alexander’s maturity and the difference between him and every other boy she’s dated, Alexander’s busy trying to figure out how to tell her he’s the lawyer suing her pants off.

This is a standalone story of approximately 30 thousand words, not part of any of Anne Conley’s series.

BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK

Best Laid Plans - Teaser 1

 

EXCERPT

“Well, well, well…” Sandra’s gaze turned mischievous, and Taylor turned to see who had captured her attention. And promptly lost all ability to breathe. She was barely aware of Sandra’s muttered curses as she wiggled into the pocket of her jeans to extract the money, throwing it at Tess across the table.
Alexander had gone home to change as well. Gone was the suit and tie. A pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt graced his long, lean body. The shirt fit well over his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to expose tan, corded forearms.
“Holy…” She took a sip of her drink, sucking it down to the ice to cool the pooling warmth inside. Her heart was beating fast, slamming against her chest painfully. Taylor watched his gaze travel the crowded club before finding them seated along the edge in the curved booth. His arctic blue eyes flashed from searching to triumphant to predatory in an instant, and the pool of warmth spread through her core.
With each step closer, Taylor found less breathable air.
“Holy hell. That man can wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business.” Sandra was in awe, and the thought crossed Taylor’s mind that he was closer to Sandra’s age than hers. She had no business starting something with him, anyway; maybe she should just fork him over.
Except his eyes never wavered from hers. As soon as he’d seen them, his gaze had latched onto hers, leaching inhibitions right and left. Her tongue snaked out and swept across her bottom lip, followed by her teeth, and she caught her hand fiddling with the neckline of her top. Subconscious signals flowed from her before she realized what she was doing.
She was glad to see him.
He flashed a grin at them before sliding into the booth next to Taylor, and she had a sudden understanding of the term panty-melting. His smile certainly did things to her insides that nobody else had managed to do. Ever.
His proximity was doing things too. He smelled clean and fresh, his woodsy aftershave wafting to her unencumbered by smells of permanent solution, hair dyes, and shampoo. His thigh brushed against hers, and tingles erupted in her stomach.
“Ladies,” he greeted them. Holding his hand out to shake the boy’s hand, he introduced himself, “Alexander.”
The guy, whose diatribe about his hair had trailed off with the women’s shift of focus, flashed a confident smile. “Lucas. Nice to meet you, man.” Taylor watched the handshake, both men’s hands white-knuckled with exerted pressure. She hid her smile behind her fingers. Lucas wrapped his arm possessively around Tess, who didn’t seem to mind much, and Alexander visibly relaxed.
Okay, so he wasn’t threatened by the attention to Tess. For some reason, that thought comforted Taylor, but not for long. His voice in her ear sent a whole slew of uncomfortable thoughts racing through her body.
“Can I crash girls’ night if I buy you ladies drinks?”
“Of course! I’ll have another margarita, Taylor needs another cranberry vodka, and Tess is drinking the draft bock.” Sandra had the hearing of a bat. Taylor had always been amazed at how well she could hear clients talking over the noise in the shop, and tonight was no exception.
When Alexander looked at her for confirmation, she nearly got lost in the pools of blue piercing her, offering a meek nod of acceptance. As he slid out of their booth with the grace of a cat, she felt a pang of loss at the sudden coolness that replaced his body heat.
She fanned herself absently, mentally chiding her body’s physical reaction.
“You gonna tap that?” Lucas was watching her, an amused look on his face.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s a manther if I’ve ever seen one.” He tossed back his beer in one motion and settled back with an excited gleam in his eyes.
Tess laughed uproariously, and Taylor couldn’t hide her confusion.
Sandra explained, “The male equivalent of a cougar is what he means.”
“How do you guys even know he’s here for me? You’re closer to his age. What if he’s here to pick you up?” she asked Sandra.
“He’s not, honey. I guarantee you.”
“Yeah, he looks like he wants to fuck you senseless,” Lucas added.
“Well, I wouldn’t have put it nearly that eloquently…” Alexander slid into the space next to Taylor, replacing the heat which had left with him. She watched him as a slight blush rose to his cheeks. Or was it a flame like the one tickling her insides right now? Or the one that was rippling across her own skin?
He held out a hand to her with two drinks in it, one hers, and one a clear amber liquid, presumably his. The way he cradled both glasses in his palms lent an intimacy to the glasses flush against each other. She took both and placed his on the table while he handed the others around. Those hands…
Grateful for the drink, she took a rather large sip, not wanting to see Alexander’s reaction to Lucas. Even though Lucas’s attention had been diverted to something Tess was whispering in his ear, Taylor still couldn’t look up enough to gauge anybody’s reaction.
Except Sandra’s, who loudly announced someone had to get up because she wanted to dance.
Alexander gracefully slid back out, holding out his hand to Taylor to help her. When she took it, his smooth fingers caressed her palm seductively as he lifted her out of the booth. The shudder wracking her body could not be suppressed. What was it about this guy? Nobody had ever made her body do these things, and she barely knew him.
An overwhelming desire to explore the attraction consumed her. Her eyes lifted to his, and once again, his crystalline blue gaze pierced her. She sipped on her drink, ignoring Sandra behind her and asked, “Do you want to dance?”
A rare uncertainty crossed his features, and Taylor thought it was cute. “I don’t really dance to this type of music,” he said, looking down at her. His gaze was focused on her lips, and she licked them nervously.
Setting down her drink, she took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. “It’s not hard, you just bounce with me.” Taylor wasn’t used to taking the lead with guys, certainly not guys like Alexander. He was so put together, so unlike any of the other guys she’d gone out with. In fact, it occurred to her, he wasn’t a guy. He was most definitely a man.
Carnal desire replaced the uncertainty on his face, and he tossed back his drink in one swallow. “Sounds heavenly.”

Sexy passion couple in neon lights on the disco

My Mistake - Author Photo

 

AUTHOR BIO

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing two romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

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