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After performing in her last college play, Jessica discovers her good-show roses are from a sexy secret admirer whom she's also been eyeing from afar.
1. Tell us about your newest release.
As Jessica winds down in the dressing room after finishing her last college play, she ponders the mysterious vase of roses given to her as a good-show gift from an anonymous fan. When she finds out the person who sent the flowers is Josh, a sexy stranger who she's noticed sitting in the audience during many of her productions, she immediately takes the opportunity to get to know him a little better. Though their friendship starts out full of fun and passion, Jessica worries her jealous ex-boyfriend, Mac, is going to find a way to ruin it. Will she and Josh have a chance to enjoy their newfound relationship? Or will Mac get in the way of her happiness again?
2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?
This was my first published erotic romance that was longer than just a couple thousand words. I learned that longer stories can be a lot of fun to write because the characters have more time to develop and show who they are.
3. Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?
I find it really hard to write my sex scenes when my husband is home, so I write them when he's at work! This is weird because I have sex with him, so it's not that I'm uncomfortable or ashamed writing the erotic scenes. It's a strange quirk!
4. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?
Elyzabeth M. VaLey helped me get into erotica and helped me come back to enjoying romance, both reading it and writing it.
5. What does your family think about your career as a published author?
My mother is amused that I write erotic romance. Dad doesn't care either way. A few friends think it's pretty funny. Most people don't know because I come from a very conservative background.
6. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?
I love taking pictures, especially out in nature. Going to museums is one of my favorite things to do. I also love being in my garden. Food is a big interest – both cooking and sampling the cuisine of restaurants I've never been to. I'm also trying to learn another language, which is fun and a challenge.
7. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?
I'm currently working on a full-length novel, but I've got a short story I'm shaping up as well. So many stories to write, so little time! I'm always getting ideas. That’s both the blessing and the curse of creative people!
8. How can readers connect with you online?
My website: www.scarlettknight.org
It has all the goodies, like my email address, as well as links to Twitter, Goodreads, and Google +.
Jessica swiped the triangular sponge across her cheeks to remove her thick stage makeup. After four years as a theater major, the act of returning to herself after a successful show gave her the same bittersweet feeling. This time she was especially nostalgic, having completed her final main stage play.
She was one of many students who had very nearly completed all her course work midyear and would walk the stage in December, one month from now. Though she'd graced a number of Texas stages since she'd been a child, the graduation stage still held great mystery and awe. She wouldn't move to LA right away, but maybe by the summer; she'd continue living with her roommate for a little while, working tables at Golden Corral, until she'd saved up enough money to pursue her dream.
Her cell phone rang, the muffled techno song she'd programmed vibrating her purse. She reached down and pulled her black leather bag away from her leg and onto the metal table that ran along the wall beneath a row of long, brightly lit mirrors. After finding the phone, she saw it was Rick and smiled.
"Hey," she said into the receiver, leaning closer to the mirror to sweep the caked makeup from under her eyes.
"Hey, bitch!" Rick said, his flamboyant voice always fun to hear.
"Hey yourself. What's up?"
"Where the hell are you? The after-party has started, baby!"
The loud pop music in the background pulsed through the phone, and two cackling laughs from some random girls made Jessica hold the phone away from her ear. She smiled, shaking her head.
"I'm just taking my time," she said, wiping the lines of fake age away from the sides of her mouth. "This was my last play, you know. I don't have another year like you."
"Oh, girl, please don't tell me you're up there crying, feeling sorry for yourself."
Jessica laughed. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to do this alone, you know? Like a closing ritual or something."
"Well, I'm about to participate in some ritualistic drinking, if you know what I mean. Hurry your ass up!"
"I am! Calm down. Jeez."
"You did great tonight, by the way. Positively stunning as Lady Macbeth. I still have chills. People would've never known you are only five feet tall up there with your presence. You positively towered!"
"Well, thank you. The heels helped. And you were an excellent Banquo, by the way."
"I know. I'm pretty much excellent in everything I do. Ooo." He cleared his throat. "Did you ever figure out who gave you those roses?"
Her gaze drifted to the end of the table, where the smoky glass vase filled with the gorgeous arrangement of the red flowers sat. She'd found the gift waiting for her when she first entered the dressing room. All the other girls were in a frenzy, trying to figure out who'd sent them. The little white card had been addressed to her, and inside it simply read:
To Jessica: Break a leg. From: A Fan.
Whoever it was had to be familiar enough with theater lingo to know that "break a leg" was the luckiest thing a person could say to an actor. Sentiments like "good luck" were sure to doom a performance. So this person, he or she, probably came to watch plays often.
"You know," Rick said, his voice lifting musically, "I saw your guy out there tonight."
"Yeah, I know. I saw him too."
"No, I mean after the show."
"Really? He didn't disappear as usual?"
"Nope. He was just sitting out there in his seat, all alone. Mr. Fine." He sighed. "Mr. Mystery Fine."
"You're kidding, right?" Jessica's heart skipped a beat. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was on my damn phone, ruining the moment, kinda like I am now. God, who knows how many dates I've given up in the last few minutes since I started talking to your nostalgic ass!"
"Seriously, though, you saw him out there alone? Like he could actually still be out there right now?"
"Yes—hang on, I got another call."
The thumping music went mute as he switched over to the other line. Jessica eyed the flowers. Could they have been from him?
About Scarlett Knight:
Be they fun, contemporary romances or dark, fantastical erotica tales, Scarlett Knight's stories promise to sizzle with sensual heat. Mrs. Knight resides in Texas with the ever-so-inspirational Mr. Knight, her sexy husband. She has published multiple erotica short stories with Every Night Erotica and Oysters and Chocolate. The Good-show Gift is her first published novelette. You can find her blog at scarlettknightblog.blogspot.com. You can also follow her on her Twitter account: @knighterotica.