Author Interview - Natasza Waters
About the Author:
Natasza Waters debuted her first romance novel “Too Grand For Words” in 2011 which found its way into book clubs where women enjoy a cup of romance with a twist of steam.
After majoring in English in her early years, Natasza’s life altered course. A lifelong working relationship with the marine industry began when she became an officer with the Coast Guard. Crafting stories with pieces snipped from real life, the sea—particularly the West Coast, and those who offer a wary respect as much as they love it, find their way into her plots puddled in action with unsung heroes and heroines aplenty.
A twenty-four hour day finds Natasza drafting her next novel, blogging, working, and fitting in book signings to keep in touch with her readers. Sleep you say? Not so much!
Emily: It is my pleasure to have you on my blog today, Natasza. Let's tell our readers a little bit about yourself before we introduce them to your latest book. What genre do you write and why?
Natasza: I like to craft romance with a healthy dose of action. Writing a cup of romance with a twist of steam is my “catch phrase”. Conflict and love work so well together in a tale. I strive to create stories that stick in the mind like cotton rubbed against a prickly surface, hopefully something will linger after you close your e-reader or the back cover of my book.
Emily: Who is your favorite author and why?
Natasza: That’s like asking me to pick one flavor of ice cream—tough one. I love variety. The voice of an author is what hooks me, especially if they can make me laugh out loud. I recently read “The Bet” by Rachel Van Dyken. I loved it, especially when she wrote a scene with two brothers when they were young boys and arguing. She nailed it! Her writing style is very light and easy. When I begin to stall and sputter in my own writing I break off and replace my voice with someone else’s.
Emily: Is there a character you liked so much that you would like to meet?
Natasza: I’ll throw my own hook in here, but honestly the hero of my upcoming series “Code Name: Ghost” Commander Thane Austen of the US Navy SEALs. Once I’d developed this character I immediately thought—this is the man that all men aspire to be. If you want to meet him I interviewed him on my blog.
Emily: When do you usually write and where? Do you have a certain place or writing cave?
Emily: Do you have other passions besides writing?
Natasza: Time spent with my husband. He travels around the world, and I have little down time. To put a paw on him and stop him from loping off is important. When we stop spinning our wheels, we’re like newlyweds.
Emily: Have you ever written a story based on real life events?
Natasza: “Too Grand For Words” my debut novel was loosely based on experience. It’s a very steamy and descriptive novel for those who like to squirm in their seats and get a serious case of eight point oh! on the sizzling Richter scale.
Emily: Out of all the books you’ve written, which is your favorite one?
Natasza: My new series “A Warrior’s Challenge” coming out this July. I did a lot of research into the lives of the US Navy SEALs and the struggles they have balancing their roles as family men and warriors at the same time. This series deals with real life challenges, love, commitment to country and the residual effects of our on-going challenges with terrorism. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a terrible thing to battle, but it’s not the hero who has it, but instead the heroine. Although the novels are considered romance they are intense and gritty in nature.
Emily: Which is your favorite character that you created?
Natasza: Commander Thane Austen “Code Name: Ghost”. Thanks so much Secret Cravings Publishing! He’s the type of man that can make any woman’s resistance wither. “Code Name: Ghost” will be like reading a cross between “Acts of Valor” meets a contemporary “Pride and Prejudice” where the greatness in the hero is not measured by how many men he’s killed, but how the heroine rekindles his belief in kindness and love. Commander Austen treats women like his missions: in, out and gone. He’s a hard-edged SEAL addicted to his profession. His struggle to resist Kayla (the heroine) is the story’s arc. It’s her tragic past that finally separates the man from the warrior. He’s a legend and when he gazes at a woman her socks instantly melt to her ankles.
Emily: How do you deal with bad reviews?
Natasza: Quick, knock on wood, but I haven’t had one yet. Ugh, I just jinxed myself didn’t I? But I can answer the question anyway, a big steaming pile of pooh. I’m empathetic and if I’ve let someone down I hate that. Sure, you can’t please every reader, and the more popular your book the more displeased readers you’ll run across. Just hoping my shoulders are broad enough to take the good with the bad.
Emily: What do you do when you suffer from writer’s block?
Natasza: Just answered this one on the Linkedin forums. I back away—slowly—and read someone else’s novel. Usually, I get a block when I get wound too tight into the storyline. I put my cyber gun down before I pepper my computer with bullet holes, and walk away. I know it’ll come eventually.
Emily: Thank you for stopping by! I wish you great success with your upcoming series!
Natasza: Thanks so much for inviting me Emily. Wishing you all the best in your writing and hope your synapses are always popping with creativity and your cordless mouse never runs out of batteries!
Too Grand For Words
Genre: Romance Action
Book tagline: Moira Viterra can’t love. Steven Porter can’t trust. When sea meets sand, a storm of wills rolls in with the heat of the Nevada desert.
Book blurb: Steven Porter’s successes are as rugged and powerful as he is. He owns Hollywood, but no woman has ever owned him. During a business trip to Las Vegas, he becomes lost in Moira’s siren eyes. It’s going to take an ocean full of seduction to get her to see his way.
Moira Viterra is a matriarch of the sea. Working with ship captains and gnarly mariners, she won’t let any man command her.
An evening that begins with sizzling glances across a blackjack table ignites the heat in Steven, enough to know Poseidon’s daughter is different. Synchronicity and irony join hands to box him into a corner. It’s a cat and mouse game as Steven tries to hide who he really is from Moira.
When Steven finds out Moira’s been hiding her own secret, he’s faced with the decision of his life, but being with her may mean the end of his own.
Excerpt – Too Grand For Words“Steven, I need a shower,” she said, pushing away from him.
“And I need you,” he growled. He slipped his hands beneath her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Nipping at her neck, he worked his way down to take her breast in his mouth, biting her nipple, and flicking the pain away with his tongue. His hands replaced his mouth, filling his palms with both breasts. Moira’s fingers crawled to his chest and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Folding the material away, her fingers slid across his skin. Excitement engorged his shaft, his erection growing hard. He needed her more now than ever before. His hands wound around her ass. Slowly, he slid her up his body, then carried her to the writing table and chair in the room.
“What are you doing?” Her arms slipped around his neck.
He planted her feet on the chair. Fingering the tab on her zipper, he pulled, revealing her soft skin. Taking his time, he peeled her jeans down her legs. “Just helping out a friend,” he growled.
“Steven, what did you want me to say? You didn’t even know what to say.”
He hooked his fingers around the lace panties that clung to her hips, drawing them down to the chair. Running his hands back up her skin he stopped at her waist. “The truth would have been good.” Grasping her ankle, he guided one foot to balance on the glass of the tabletop.
“What’s the truth?” she asked quietly, as he gently kissed her thighs.
“That I’m the man who can love you like you should be loved.” His lips followed the gentle curve of her hip until he reached her clit, and he sucked it deep into his mouth, tasting the wetness that had already dripped between her thighs. His tongue plunged inside the fold of her sex, and she fell back the few inches against the wall. Her legs trembled in his hands with every flick of his tongue. He licked the sensitive tip, waiting a second and then brushing it again, taunting her.
“Oh God, Steven.” Her palms flattened against the wall for support.
Leaning away, he loved her with his fingers able to watch her face and her body trembling beneath his hands. “Oh yeah, sweetheart, you look so beautiful when you’re like this.” He felt the familiar burn inside him begin to eat up his logical thoughts.
Yanking her into his arms, he swung her onto the bed. “I need to be inside you, Moira.” She was so wet the sweet silkiness rolled down the cheeks of her ass. He groaned with the sight, and slid his fingers through her wetness until they were drenched, and then palmed his shaft, lubricating himself. A shot of pleasure scorched through him, and it made his entire body shudder.
Her lips parted as her lids became heavy with passion, watching him. “Baby, do what you want,” he growled. He pumped himself slowly as she curled around onto her knees. When her lips slid over the head of his shaft, his body jerked with pleasure. Her wet tongue felt so good with its sensual touch. He covered her small hand as she stroked the length of him, showing her what he liked.
She reached between her thighs and covered him again with her silk. “Oh yeah, Moira. Fuck, that is hot when you do that.” He drew away from her mouth, and pulled her up the bed. He breathed out, trying to get control, but the raw need for her sat deep in his stomach. “You want me, just as much as I want you,” he said, gently rubbing the tip of her nub with hard then soft strokes, keeping the heat burning in her, seeing it in her green eyes.
“No, I don’t,” she said weakly.
His tongue teased the sensitive area above her hardened clit, and she gasped, her legs drawing apart. “Your body can’t lie to me, even if you want to. You burn hot, sweetheart, and I want that heat.” He bent her knees, opening her wide for him. He knelt in front of her, and took his shaft in his hand, guiding the tip into her. Her silk covered the end of him, and he shuddered with restraint. But there wasn’t much left in him, not after today. “Baby, I want to be deep inside you,” he growled, slipping his head in and out of her with slow, erotic thrusts that made her hips rise to meet every plunge. Her lips parted as she propped herself on her elbows, her head falling back.
“Tell me what you want, Moira, tell me what feels good, baby.” He could barely talk, the passion coiling tight inside him.
“Deeper, oh God,” she cried out, when he filled her.
Deeper and deeper he buried himself in her tight channel. The friction made his desire fly off the charts. Her muscles responded, clamping down on him with sweet acceptance. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me. God, that feels so good,” he groaned. Thrusting inside her, he lost his mind with every delicious stroke. Every second brought him closer, until they both shuddered with release.
Before he could even think straight, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. “Moira—” Emotion welled up inside him, practically drowning him.
“You have to stop doing this,” she said, her breath choppy.
He released her, and she leaned back, propping herself up with the palm of her hands. “Doing what?” he said, his pulse coming down. He couldn’t help rolling his hips, enjoying the feeling of still being inside her, his body shaking with aftershocks from the orgasm.
“Being with me, being close to me.”
“You’re going to get hurt, Steven.”
A chill ran through him as he pulled out of her gently. “Moira, are you talking about this dark cloud Callie thinks follows you around?” His finger jumped to her mouth. “Wait, not now. Let’s have a shower first, and then we’ll talk.”
“Good idea. Go to your room and have a shower.”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He plucked her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.
“You think you can just push me around like a rag doll, don’t you,” she chastised him.
“For the love of God, woman, haven’t you figured out who’s in charge here?”
She scowled at him. “I suppose you think you’re in charge.”
“That’s right, I am, and you like it.”
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Author Contact Links:
Email: Nataszawaters@gmail.com /
“Too Grand For Words” video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYtSqAgmIWQ&list=PLCICv-paQgO8JASVjULVMCm16_LRCzvCV
You can read a few chapters of my upcoming series “A Warrior’s Challenge Code Name: Ghost” at: http://voicebetweenthelines.com/preview-my-next-book
And if you want to heat your eyeballs check out the video for “Code Name: Ghost” at: http://nataszawaters.com/code-name-ghost-video-trailer
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