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Elizabeth Means ladies and gents!


The winner of a signed copy of Forever Freed by Laura Kaye…… Congratulations Michelle Bledsoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now for your weekend pleasure… Please welcome fellow Rose, Elizabeth Means, author of Dangerous Charade (I must read this book)!

Hi Elizabeth, I’m excited you’re here today with your new Wild Rose Press release. I can’t wait to get started, but first would you tell us something about you?

A Bit About Me

 I live in the midwest with my wonderful husband.  When I’m not reading or writing, other hobbies I enjoy include hiking, biking, and chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.
While I enjoy many genres, I’m particularly drawn to Victorian era romance stories that are fueled by forbidden love and quite often…murder.   The foggy streets, swirling coat tails and foreboding castles make it a difficult one to resist. 
I have an undergraduate degree in biology and a half-finished master’s degree in business.  Strange how I can’t ever seem to find the time or energy to complete the degree but I can find plenty of both to write 250+ page novels…  

 Wow- such educations to work with. Finished or not that’s more than I have. Lol

So down to business:

  1. If you could be anything other than a writer what would you be and why?

Well…first I should tell you I’m not a full-time writer, I’ve got a day job!  Which I very much enjoy.   Great company, great people and it’s in the publishing field.  What else would I like to do?  I love to solve mysteries so perhaps some kind of detective work.

  1. How did you get into writing what you write?

I write in a wide variety of genres, all of which I read.  Depending on my mood I might pick up chick lit, romance, mystery…etc.  What I’ve found hard is when I start a story that’s the mood I’m in at the time so it’s easy and it flows.  Twenty or thirty-thousand words later I may not be in that frame of mind anymore but I have to make myself focus and stay there to complete what I started.  We writers are nothing if not disciplined!

Isn’t that the truth!

 Where do you see yourself in five years as a writer?

In five years I hope I have 6 or 7 books published, that would be a dream come true.

For a lot of us. That’s a reasonable dream.

 What would be your favorite romantic get-a-way?

Someplace cool with chilly nights.  Makes for excellent cuddling…

What are you working on now/next?

Right now I’m finishing up a middle-grade story.

 And for fun-

  1. Vanilla, chocolate or something else (and what)?          CHOCOLATE.  Is there anything else??
  1. What makes a perfect hero to you?

My perfect hero is imperfect.  He’s got issues, rough edges and a few traits that make you want to strangle him.  He’s also sexy, intelligent and most importantly, he’s madly in love with his heroine.

 Imperfect. I love that answer! Thanks for coming to share your new book, Dangerous Charade, Elizabeth. I just love the cover. I think those Mardi Gras masks are so cool. And you have an excerpt for us.


“One-two-three… two-two-three… very good.”  Julian held Gabrielle securely about the waist as they moved across the floor in perfect unison.  “You’re a surprisingly quick study.”

She nodded demurely, barely able to concentrate on whatever it was her feet were supposed to be doing. Or not doing. Dancing with Julian was proving to be even more unnerving than she’d feared. Having his body but a breath away from hers was far too distracting. He was her number one murder suspect, and she needed to keep her wits about her now more than ever.

“Are you sure you’ve never waltzed before?” he asked.

“Never,” she lied.

He spun them around quickly, catching her off guard, causing her to cling to him tighter. “I believe you’re ready for Rocancourt’s ball. I no longer fear you will trip over both my feet and embarrass us silly.”

 She pursed her lips. “I can assure you I would do no such thing, with or without your lessons.”

 “You don’t say?”   He furrowed his brow in mock thoughtfulness. “Do you know what I’m thinking, Gabrielle?”

 “I cannot begin to imagine, my lord.” She cursed the butterflies in her stomach. The effect he had on her when he breathed her name in that seductive drawl of his was maddening.

 He leaned down so his face was beside hers and whispered in her ear. “I think you have a secret.” He felt her body tense. “Oh, yes, I’m onto your little game.”

 You can reach Elizabeth at her Author Website (readers can contact me through it):

 Thank you so much for coming by Elizabeth and sharing about yourself. I had a great time!

Join me on the 29th for a visit with Sarah Grimm!