Hi Ella and
welcome to Adventures in Authorland. Please get comfortable and tell us about your adventure.
Ella Quinn |
When did you first
consider yourself a writer?
I think this is an
important question. During the first draft of the first book I wrote, I
considered myself a writer. I see so many people who describe themselves as
“aspiring writers.” You either are a writer or you’re not. If you’re making up
stories and writing them down, you’re a writer.
I do know that it sometimes takes a bit
of encouragement for people to claim being a writer. Diana Love told a funny
story about being at a writers’ conference early in her career. Person after
person asked her if she was an author, and she kept saying no, those other
people are. Then a tall, good-looking guy asked, and she replied. “Yes, I am.”
How many books have you written? Which
is your favourite?
I’ve written seven. Four of them, The
Seduction of Lady Phoebe, The Secret Life of Miss Ann Mash, and Lady Caro’s Accidental Marriage
are complete and sold. They comprise the first four books of my series, The
Marriage Game. I’m editing
the fifth book now.
Two are from a detour I took during
Nanowrimo, and will be the first two books of my second series.
I have to say I love them all. Lady Phoebe
may edge out the others just the tiniest bit, but only because she was the
first.
You’ve recently signed with a publisher.
Tell us about your writing journey before and after this point.
Although the story is long, it’s actually been pretty fast. Just over two years ago, I started out doing what most
authors do. I wrote a book, then wondered how to sell it.
In May I joined a general writers’ forum,
and discovered that I actually needed to revise my book. What you mean it’s not
perfect now? Aren’t editors supposed to fix anything that’s wrong? Apparently
not. Oh, and there was something called POVs I was supposed to get a handle on,
and don’t forget craft. It took me a couple of months to actually figure out
what POV was, but I digress.
The Brenda Novak Auction was in full swing,
and I won a critique with an agent. She ended up telling me I needed to work on
my craft (there was that pesky word again), but she thought I’d be published. Well, I can tell you that was all I
needed to start sending Lady Phoebe out on queries. Imagine my surprise when I
received rejections. They, however, did not deter me. By then I’d heard a lot
about rejections and figured it was part of the process. In June I’d I heard about RWA, and
immediately signed up, found a couple of special interest chapters and joined
them as well. I also took the rejections and parlayed them into PRO status.
I have to say that had it not been for that
I would not have found a couple of wonderful critique groups that ended up
helping me get my MS to the point where they were ready for submissions.
During all of this, I was writing Lady
Serena and entered several of contests. In fact, if you count up the number of
contests offered between July and September, that would be the number. Judges
either loved my submission or hated it. There was loads of advice, some useful,
most not. One published author, I wish I knew who it was, made a comment that
made up for all the negative remarks.
By
September of that year I was editing Lady Serena and writing Anna Marsh. In
October I attended the RWA New Jersey regional conference, met some wonderful
authors, and pitched Lady Phoebe. I was thrilled to get requests for partials.
In November for Nanowrimo I wrote Lady Grace’s Rendezvous (one of my
detours), and in December started querying Lady Serena. That was when I started
receiving requests for fulls. On February 1st I signed with my
agent.
She handed me over to her lovely assistant,
Claire Cavanaugh, who taught me how to edit and polish my books. In December I received the offer from Kensington.
When you are not writing, what are your
hobbies, passions, etc?
I love to read, travel, and being in the
water. I paddle board at least once a week. I help out with the local races on
the race committee and when Rolex is down here for their international regatta.
I greatly envy a friend who has taken off and is sailing the world. I just want
my own sailboat, but I would like to hang out in the Med on it for a summer.
If you could time travel back, or
forward, for one day, where would it be and why?
I’d love to visit the Regency era and
gather up as much knowledge as I could, especially about some of the things we
debate about.
If you could have any super hero power,
what would it be?
Ever since I first saw the TV show, Bewitched,
I’ve wanted to be able to wiggle my nose and get things done or be somewhere.
EXCERPT FROM DESIRING LADY CARO
“Oh!”
She glanced up. Captain Whitton. Her breath caught. “Good day, Captain.” His
hand seemed to burn through the thin cashmere of her gown and three petticoats.
This was not good. She didn’t need a man to offer her carte blanche again. Even
if he was sinfully handsome and her body responded to him as it never had to
anyone. His heat soaked into her. No, she could not do this. Whatever this was. “I was just going . . .”
Horatia’s
voice faded. He stared down at her. His eyes twinkled with humor. Her gaze
dropped to his lips, tilted once more into his crooked smile. The dimple made
an appearance, and her lips tingled in response.
His
arm tightened, causing her breasts to brush against his coat. A shiver shot
straight to the apex of her thighs, and she stopped breathing. Horatia closed
her eyes, resisting the urge to rub against him like some wanton cat.
She
inhaled and opened her lips to tell him they were standing much too close
together and he really shouldn’t have his arm around her. Oh Lord, he looked as
if he’d like to devour her.
Slowly, he bent his head, kissing and nibbling his
way from the edge of her lips to the center. By the time he got there, her
mouth opened, wanting him, begging him to continue. His tongue ran across her
teeth, teasing. When she could stand it no more, she put her hands on his face
and caressed his tongue with hers. He tasted like tea and the ocean. He lifted
her as he tilted his head, and she pressed into him, moaning. After several
moments, her brain finally caught up with her long-starved senses. What was she
doing, kissing him like this? She tried to jerk away. “Captain Whitton.”
The
indignation she’d tried to infuse into the words didn’t come out quite as she’d
planned. Her voice was much too soft and breathy, as if she meant to encourage
him rather than the opposite. She put her hand on his chest and pushed. He
loosened his hold but didn’t move away. She could not allow this to happen, not
now. She had too many duties to focus on.
Horatia
tried again. “Captain Whitton, I may be a widow, but I am a chaste widow. I do
not engage in love making outside of the marital bonds.”
“Very
well.”
As
his head bent to kiss her again, she hauled back one arm and slapped him.
Whitton’s
head jerked up with a frown. “What the deuce was that for?”
“I
told you…”
“Yes,
you told me you had to be married to make love with me, and I agreed.”
Something
was terribly wrong with this conversation. She narrowed her eyes. “Agreed to
what?”
“Marry
you, of course.”
All
the air rushed out of her as if her lungs were a bellows. “Marry me? Have you lost your mind? Or do you go around suggesting
marriage to every lady?”
AUTHOR BIO
Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestselling
author Ella Quinn’s studies and other jobs have always been on the serious
side. Reading historical romances, especially Regencies, were her escape.
Eventually her love of historical novels led her to start writing them.
She is married to her wonderful husband
of twenty-nine years. They have a son and granddaughter, Great Dane and a
Chartreux. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa,
England and Europe, she and her husband decided to make St. Thomas, VI home.
Ella is a member of the Romance Writers
of America, The Beau Monde and Hearts Through History. She is represented
by Elizabeth Pomada of Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency, and published by
Kensington.
Website: www.ellaquinnauthor.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/EllaQuinnAuthor
Twitter www.twitter.com/ellaquinnauthor
*Snort* Too funny! Loved the excerpt, Ella! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Glenda. I call them my comic relief.
ReplyDeleteA "cliff-hanging" excerpt...like the end of a soap opera episode, you have to wait until tomorrow to find out what happens!
ReplyDeleteLOL, Angela. Thank you!
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