Joyfully Reviewed Welcomes Author Laura Ulen Curtis and her latest release,
QUIRKS AND KINKS!
“It’s a new show, Quirks and Kinks. We’ve already selected a male reenactment actor to be your co-host, so you’re the last piece of the puzzle. There’s some seriously f@$%ed up sh*t out there that people are into, and the two of you are going to be the face of it.”
“I’m going to be the face of people’s freakish fetishes?” I asked disbelievingly.
Larry shrugged his nonchalance, shoving it directly down the throat of my panic. “Half of it.”
That conversation was the beginning of more than a show.
It was the beginning of mystery, friendship, and love, and the outcome of mixing all three together with two unsuspecting victims.
Easie Reynolds and Anderson Evans were drawn to the same, simple thing—each other.
But, sometimes, undeniable chemistry isn’t enough. After all, how easy is it to get know someone when they’re constantly pretending to be someone else?
SNEAK PEAK EXCERPT:
“I’m still not even sure what we’re doing here,” I told Ashley as I glanced around at the cheap Tex Mex themed decor of El Loco Restaurant.
All around us, business-suit-clad, young singles chatted and laughed, sinking deeper into their margaritas and each other. A life untraveled stared me in the face, but it didn’t make me feel bitter or regretful. All I felt was stupid for being out and spending money that we didn’t have.
“You just landed a job,” she cooed before sipping delicately from the free water.
Giving her my undivided attention, I narrowed my cat-like blue eyes.
“Granted, it’s not a job you’re exactly thrilled about, but it comes with money, and that’s worth celebrating a little.”
“Pff,” I huffed. “So far, all it’s come with is a bag of muffin mix and humiliation.” Exaggeratedly, I checked my purse. “Nope, no money.”
Ashley just shook her head. “We’re eating one dollar tacos. Peanut butter and bread are more expensive. Relax.”
My fingers itched for a cigarette, and astute twenty-three year old lady that she was, Ashley didn’t miss it.
“Besides, if we’re going to get on the money discussion you’re going to have to take a closer look at some of your other expensive habits.”
Ashley had been trying to talk me into quitting for years, and I knew my lungs would thank me if I somehow managed to follow through. But for as desirable as it sounded, I just…couldn’t. It wasn’t so much the addiction and the work it would take to kick a years-in-the-making habit. It was that smoking had become my emotional crutch. My timeout in any moment of need and my excuse to busy myself with something other than being a bitch. I was scared of the chasm I’d fall into, the unclimbable hill I’d create with my auger-like anxiety.
My sister didn’t know any of that. No one did.
“I smoke for my career.”
Her eyes practically rolled all the way out of her head. “This ought to be good.”
“You know this industry is unbelievably vapid, and vapid means skinny. Smoking keeps me that way.”
She shook her head in disdain.
“And it’s cheaper than a gym membership.”
“Global warming, anyone?” she called dramatically. “You’re argument is balancing on some pretty thin ice.”
Suddenly, warmth wafted up into my face as our waiter shoved the toasty basket of complimentary chips into the center of our table. My eyes drifted naturally from the basket to the hand holding it, where a large, oval, heavy metal ring sat in blazing contrast to the tan expanse of his long ring finger, up the line of his muscular—deliciously veiny—forearm, to the cuff of his rolled up black sleeve. On a runaway mission of their own, my eyes wouldn’t stop, eating up the expanse of his bicep in an instant, stutter-stepping up the corded column of his slender throat, and landing on one of the most attractive male mugs I’ve ever seen.
A mixing bowl of ethnicity, his naturally tanned skin and dark features stood in stark contrast with the minty green of his eyes. Directly on me and smirking, they were mesmerizing.
Ashley spoke, as I’d apparently lost all of my normal snarky ability.
A small glance from me to her preceded his polite answer. “You’re welcome.”
She smiled her prettiest smile, the one that infused her entire being from chest to eyes, and the corner of his mouth notched higher in response.
A foreign heaviness settled in my chest as I watched, and its completely unwelcome presence nearly made me sick.
He turned to leave slowly, one last lingering look in my direction making my nerves ratchet up to an eleven.
Fuck. I did not like to be rattled. Confident words were my modus operandi, but a good earthquake could wreck even the strongest of routines. My table at El Loco, tonight—this guy—was the epicenter.
The man in question had just earned himself automatic placement on my shit list.
Straight, white, top teeth just barely teased the plump pillow of his bottom lip. It was unintentional, completely innocent, and hot as Jesus’ sauna.
Shit list position confirmed.
“You’re, like, really attractive,” Ashley noted, evidently drunk on her water and speaking via a direct link to my brain.
His chuckle was like a full body vibrator, skating through the nerves on every inch of my skin. One long-fingered hand shot straight to his neck, rubbing the uneasiness of Ashley’s compliment out quickly.
“Are you an actor?” she continued. “You’ve got to be, right?”
- Every attractive person you meet must be in the business.
I would have laughed at Ashley’s assumption and how ridiculous it was if I hadn’t been thinking the same thing.
He looked slightly bashful, but fought straight through the discomfort and answered her frankly. “Uh, yeah. I mean, I’m trying anyway. I’m not particularly successful.”
Distracted by my reaction to him and his honesty, I didn’t run a pre-check on anything coming out of my mouth. Not that I normally had the best filter. “So you’re another one of those actors, waiting tables to pay the bills and pass the time?”
He bristled, and rightfully so. But he did it with an otherworldly calm, meeting my eyes directly and speaking in a soft, polite—if only slightly teasing—voice.
“One of those? Oh. No. Waiting tables is my dream. I just act to fit in.”
My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment and shame, and the glint in his eyes told me that he saw it.
Sometimes I hated that my default setting was bitch. Such a dominant trait was hard to overturn. “Okay, so maybe that was a little rude.”
One corner of his mouth—the smug one—rose just slightly. “It’s a distinct possibility.”
Silence hung between us, but while my time was spent avoiding eye contact, his was spent calculating his next blow.
“I guess you must be something really impressive then?”
“Huh?” My wandering eyes shot to his with the focus of a heat-seeking missile.
“Well, you obviously aren’t on the waiting tables slash acting track that the rest of us losers are.”
“I mean, you must do something that really matters, right? Educating orphaned kids. Curing Cancer. Coming up with the way to end all of the world’s unrest.” Attractive arms crossed over an equally nice chest. “Am I right?”
For as confident as I usually was, and as many comebacks as I normally had, I couldn’t think of one single thing to say.
Unfortunately, my sister wasn’t suffering from a similar problem.
“Hah! She’s an actor too. But she’s too busy to wait tables.”
“Working?” he asked, one manly eyebrow cocking in time with his question. If I wasn’t mistaken, he actually looked impressed for a minute.
I was ready to leave right then, but Ashley, being the one of us with a conscience, had a knack for ruining a good thing.
“Oh. No. She’s just too busy being her. You know, cutting people like you down in her spare time.” She looked away, bopped to the music in the background. “But, she doesn’t do it on purpose. She was born this way. Cold, dead heart and all. I guess that’s why people like me still love her.”
I tried not to let her words hurt. After all, if I were describing myself, I probably would have chosen the exact same words, and because I knew her so well, I knew she was just trying to make a joke and bail me out of a situation of my own making.
And yet, I still couldn’t stop the smile from slipping and sliding its way off of my face.
It only took a few seconds to recover, but when I looked back up at the waiter, he was looking at me differently. Assessing.
Uncomfortable was too cushy a word for what I was feeling. Bombs exploded and sprayed shrapnel, the sharp edges of his scrutiny digging into the flesh of my muscle and making it twitch just beneath the not-protective-enough layer of my skin.
Please tell us about your novel.
—Quirks & Kinks is just as much a story about finding yourself as finding each other. Easie and Anderson are reenactment actors and hosts on the new show, Quirks & Kinks. It’s a wild ride on the road to self-discovery and love, but with a little bit of help from each other, Easie finds the soft under her hard exterior and Anderson finds a way to move on. With a ton of laughs along the way.
How did you research your novel, if applicable?
—A lot of googling and reading about fetishes. Trust me, for this novel, you do NOT want to go into my search history. Picture me as Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura. “Do not go in there. Waooh!”
Where can readers find you online?
—Almost everywhere! I’m slightly inept at some social media sites, but I give it all my best effort.
When you are stuck on something, what is your go to cure?
—Moving on! I write out of order, so even though it’s hard sometimes, the best thing for me to do is let it go, find somewhere else in the book that comes easier, and then come back to it. Motorcycle rides with my husband are also a terrific way of clearing my head. And the shower. Basically, I just go anywhere where I can’t actually write all of my terrific ideas down, and they’ll start to flow.
Do you have a real life hero? If so, can you tell us who and why?
—I’m going to be cheesy and say my parents on this one. Because they aren’t perfect, but they are always loving and supportive.
Who is your favorite literary hero and heroine?
—I don’t have a favorite. I know, can you believe it? But I think the beauty about literary heroes and heroines is that they are all unique, just like real people. Every one of them has something to offer.
Are you character or plot driven? Why?
—I am one hundred percent character driven. I’m a pantser rather than a plotter to begin with, and then once I get going what little plot I do have is usually completely null and void when my characters decide they want to do something else. You’ve heard of method acting. I’m a method writer. You can be sure if my character is crying in a scene, I was crying while I wrote it.
How do you feel about social media? Is it a help or hindrance to you?
—A help. While trying to keep up a significant social media presence can be tiring, there’s nothing like forming a personal connection with your readers. When people message or comment or tweet me about some kind of impact my book has had on their life, I can’t help but thank the medium that made that connection possible.
What are the first five titles on your kindle?
—Fighting Shadows by Aly Martinez, Ride Steady by Kristen Ashley, my read-through copy of Quirks & Kinks, Fire Inside by Kristen Ashley, and Insider by Olivia Cunning.
Where do you see yourself and your writing in the next five years?
—I wish I had a crystal ball for real, but I’m hoping I’m still plugging away, growing my readership, enjoying the heck out of my job, and getting better at writing with every book.
How many books do you own and what does your bookshelf look like?
—I own (relatively) few physical books. But that’s because I’m just lacking the necessary bookshelf space. Buy my books and get on with helping me buy more shelving, would you? Just kidding.
On the shelves I do have there’s a basic inventory of all of my titles and signed copies of books from super cool people I’m now allowed to call my friends.
I know, it’s unreal.
If you are published traditionally and independently, which do you prefer and why?
—I’m an indie. 🙂
What advice do you have for people that are trying indie publishing right out of the gate?
—Be true to yourself and grow a thick skin. The path is different for everyone, and people will be brutal. Hold on to your ideals and roll with it. But grow at the same time. I know, it’s complicated.
What do you find inspiring?
—Everything around me. All you have to do is listen, and someone will say or do something that you can use as a starting point for a book. Specifically, I love a good, strong, sassy woman.
Do you have a favorite charity?
—St. Jude Children’s Hospital.
Your family is safe and sound. You have 24 hours to live and have been given the ability to do anything in the world, what do you do?
—Break into the New York Times office and write my name on the bestsellers list? Should this answer be something less selfish and more philanthropic? Haha!
What is your favorite genre and why?
Romance is the best genre in the world.
Okay, so maybe not the world. But it’s the best genre in my world and here’s why.
The sky is the limit.
My characters can be anyone they want to be, experience anything they want to experience, as long as they do it together. In fact, writing romance, I feel like I’m writing every other genre too. I can write mystery or sci-fi, Distopian or Paranormal. It can be full of suspense or laced with humor. My leading men can be sports stars, businessmen, IT geeks, or bikers, and their leading women can be the same.
There are no wrongs as long as the characters feel right. That kind of freedom is hard to create otherwise.
Laurel Ulen Curtis is a 27 year old mother of one. She lives with her husband and son (and cat and two fish!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over the United States. She graduated from Rutgers University in 2009 with a Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and puts that to almost no use other than forecasting for her friends! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and reading and writing Romance novels.