With: Lucy Farago
Hello and thank you for having me. Let me tell you how the book evolved.
My first attempt at writing was a paranormal historical. I didn't read contemporaries and I was advised to write what I knew and loved. I loved vampires and men in kilts. Enough said. Then my critique partner tricked me into reading Sugar Daddy by Lisa Kleypas. I didn't read first person. Boy, was I picky. But no longer. I loved the book and saw the light. But wait, I then discovered I could have romance and a mystery all in one book. Yeah! But could I write one? Could I be a modern day Agatha Christie? Nah, but I gave it shot.
While watching a rerun of Footloose, I wondered what would happen to that preacher's daughter when she grew up and ventured out into the real world. I'd found my Maggie. And what would offend her daddy's rigid morality more than a strip club. Now, what could a woman, who wanted her father's approval, do that would alienate him but in the end prove him wrong? So began Sin on the Strip.
I'm not a dark writer so I wanted the book to be along the lines of how Roxanne St. Claire wrote. I aimed for a great suspense story and hero and heroine who could survive the curve balls I wrote for them. But I also wanted them to have fun. The pool scene in where Maggie and Christian engage in a dunking war began as a playful exchange, but give two people who are already attracted to each other wet, slippery bodies and sooner or later lips are going to lock.
Christian was harder to write than Maggie. Remember, I read historical and paranormals, where it was more acceptable to be alpha and not get smacked down by the heroine. The line between hero and arrogance is a fine one indeed, especially when dealing with Maggie, who continually puts herself in harm's way. So I gave his testosterone something to ease his yearning to lock her in a room. Her need to help kids on the street, his wishing that someone had reached out to his sister before she'd ended up dead seemed to work. He begins to understand how Maggie's mind ticks, even if she doesn't.
The bad guy kind of evolved, for lack of a better word. He started out as a friend of Maggie's and then…well, if you want to know more about him, you'll have to read the book.
SIN ON THE STRIP
What happens in Las Vegas always burns bright, especially after hours. In this sizzling new series, the city's 24/7 glitz hides one woman's darkest nightmares—and one investigator's seductive secrets...
Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas's merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won't survive…
Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer's MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie's determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…
Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves. Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition. http://www.lucyfarago.com/
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