Thursday, 16 July 2015

Q&A with Roni Loren + Giveaway

There's just something about musicians and bad boys that women can't resist. And yet, when I started reading Call on Me by Roni Loren I knew on so many levels that its hero Pike was so not my type: a hard partying, tattooed up womenizer drummer, and yet the more I read, the more I got to see that there is so much more to him, and that there is a caring and thoughtful guy behind the façade. And THAT was incredibly sexy. So sexy that I couldn't resist him. And nor could Oakley, Call on Me's heroine. I dare you to read Call on Me and try to resist him, but until then read on to learn more about their story and enter the giveaway at the end! ;-)

Q: Who was your inspiration for the badboy sexy rockstar Pike?

Jared Leto
A: I used the band 30 Seconds to Mars for a lot of the inspiration. Physically, I picture Pike a lot like Jared Leto when Jared was blonde. Of course, Jared looks good with any color hair, including the pink Mohawk. But for Pike’s drumming style, I definitely used Shannon Leto for inspiration. The way this man drums…it’s damn sexy. He’s just so angry at those drums. Enjoy a little 30 Seconds to Mars and see for yourself. “Technically” I’m in this music video since I was in the crowd of one of those concerts they show in the montage. So you know, that means me and the band are like this ~crosses fingers~ ;-) But beyond looking at how lovely they are, listen to Shannon’s drumming on this song. OMG. (Can you tell I’m a fan?

Q: Can you share with us one scene that didn't make it to the final version of the book and why was it cut?

A: I actually didn’t cut a whole lot in this book. This was the rare, magical book that flowed easily and just seemed to pour out of me. But here’s a small start of a scene I cut. The Ranch is the BDSM resort in my series. But I decided that would be too predicable for them to go and have a scene there. So I changed it to where they never quite make it there because the smexy stuff happens on the way instead. : )

Pike sensed the shift in Oakley as soon as they got out of the car and she linked her hand with his. He’d expected her to be full of nerves at this point. The Ranch could intimidate the hell out of the bravest newbie. But Oakley had her chin tilted up and a determined look in her eye. It was a look he’d seen backstage at concerts many times both in the mirror and on the faces of other performers. It was the expression that came after pre-show jitters were defeated—the game face, the I’m-going-to-rock-this face.

Something about it turned him the f**k on. He pressed his hand to her lower back, guiding her toward the door.

Q: Can you tell us any funny or interesting thing that you discovered or happened while you were writing Call on Me?

A: I think the best thing that happened when I was writing CALL ON ME was discovering more characters I wanted to write about. The heroine’s brother, Devon, is a side character. But when he showed up on the page with his husband, Hunter. I was all—hey, I wonder what their story is? So I planned to write a short story for them. Well, turns out, I had a whole lot more to say than that. My “short story” turned into a novella (YOURS ALL ALONG) and a prequel of sorts for CALL ON ME. (That’s when I emailed my editor—Um, hey, so that 10k word short story I was going to send you? Yeah, well it * might * be 40k words now. So, um…oops?) Luckily, my editor was on board with releasing it as its own novella. And I’m so happy I got to write their story!

Call on Me by Roni Loren

Book #8 in the Loving on the Edge series

Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.

Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.

But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.

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“So,” Devon said, obviously searching for a change in topic, “you know a guy in the next band?”

“The drummer. He’s the one helping out with that music project at Bluebonnet. He gave us tickets, thought Reagan might have fun.”

Dev’s eyebrow arched. “Right. Because he thought your kid might have fun.”

“It’s not like that.”


Guitar chords blasted through the speaker for a moment as the crew on stage did the sound check. Oakley turned her head as the big screens on the side of the stage lit up with a publicity photo for Darkfall—the wind making the screens ripple and the bodies in the picture come to life. The crowd cheered.

“Look, mom!” Reagan shouted back at her. “It’s Mr. Pike!”

“I see, baby.” Boy, did she. The larger than life image had Pike staring down the camera with his bandmates. Badass. Tough. Beautiful.

“Which one is he?” Devon asked, following her gaze.

“The blond.”

“Whoa,” he said low enough for the kids not to hear. “You had that guy over for pizza and managed keep your clothes on? You have more restraint than I do.”

He had no idea. “I have no interest in being a groupie.”

“Can I be one?”

She shoved his shoulder. “You’re such a tramp. I’m so telling Hunter when he gets back in town.”

“Tell him. He’d agree. But seriously, is the guy a jerk? He looks like he has high potential to be an egomaniac. I don’t want that kind of guy around my baby sister and niece.”

She frowned and dragged her eyes away from the picture. “Oh, he’s got an ego, all right. He’s entirely inappropriate most of the time and a shameless flirt. But I wouldn’t say he’s a jerk. He’s kind of, I don’t know, weird and manic and…funny.”

Devon tipped up the bill of his hat, eyeing her with a sly smile. “Oh, so we have a mad crush then?”

“What? No.”

“Oak, you’re here in the Texas heat at a hard rock festival. You don’t even know these bands. And a few weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to take Reagan to see that 80s cover band, you told me she was too young for concerts.”
Oakley crossed her arms. “Rae has since proven her maturity.”

He smirked. “Bull. Shit. You’ve got the hots for this guy.”

“He’s not my type.”

Dev shook his head and draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close so the kids couldn’t hear. “Come on, don’t freak out about it. You work too hard and spend too much time alone. This could be good for you.”

“An ill-advised hookup with a drummer who will drop me as soon as he gets bored could be good for me?”

“Exactly. Look, I know I’m your brother and shouldn’t be saying this, but there’s nothing wrong with a finding yourself a hot, temporary fuck buddy.”


He laughed. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. I mean, yes, you’re right. The guy’s probably not boyfriend material. But you’re a grown woman and deserve some fun. You know we’re always happy to have Rae over if you need a date night.”

“I think you just flunked big brother school.”

He gave her shoulder a pat. “Okay, fine, want responsible brotherly advice? Use a condom. And don’t let him take video.”

She poked him in the ribs. But before she could respond to his comment, the lights on stage began to flash and the crowd surged forward, excitement like a contagion moving through them.

“Come on, mom! Let’s get closer.” Reagan grabbed her hand and dragged her with the flow of the crowd.

They’d already been pretty close to the stage, thanks to the special passes Pike had sent, but now they were only a ten or twelve rows of people back on the far left side of the stage. Bodies pressed close to them and she couldn’t help but get caught up in the fervor of the crowd.

She pushed onto her toes, knowing the drummer was almost always the first one to come out.

“Is that him?” Dev asked.


Devon pointed to the other end of the stage, and Oakley froze up the moment her eyes landed on Pike. Tight gray jeans, combat boots, and a black sleeveless T-shirt that showed off his ink. All swagger and sex and guyliner. Pike waltzed onto the stage like it’d been built just for him. He lifted his hand in greeting, earning screams from the audience, then hopped behind his drum kit. He put in his earpiece, raised his drumstick, and leaned over to his mic with a cocky smile. “Y’all ready for us, Dallas?”

The crowd erupted. Sound exploded from his drums.

And Oakley forgot to breathe.

Good. God.

The rest of the band ran onto the stage, adding guitars and vocals to Pike’s heavy rhythm, but Oakley barely heard the words.

All she could do was stare. Pike took command of the drums like he had a personal vendetta against them, banging hard and violent but with a sharp-edged grace that made it look like moving art. Every part of his body worked in perfect rhythm—muscles flexing, tattoos dancing, sweat flying—and the expression on his face wasn’t far from what she’d imagined he looked like in the throes of sex. He was taking the songs in his fists and making them his with every swing of his drumsticks.

Oakley swayed on her feet, the pounding beat taking on an erotic edge, vibrating though her and invading her like a drug.

He looked possessed.

He sounded amazing.

And she was toast.

She felt the urge ride up her throat and she couldn’t stop it. Her hands went up with the rest of the crowd and she screamed Pike’s name like a goddamned groupie.

Fucking. Toast.

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Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that's it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.

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