Inkwell Guest: Jillian Chantal on Hot Pursuit
Hi, all! Today I’m pleased and honored to have fellow Ellora’s Cave Blush author, Jillian Chantal, on my blog. Jillian and I originally met via Twitter, bonding over our love of Captain Morgan (the pirate in the commercials for the booze). We struck up a friendship and Tweeted off and on and then VOILA! She sold a book to EC and we ended up with the same awesome editor. It was kismet, I tell you.
Anyway, she’s here today to talk about her sexy new release, Hot Pursuit. I hope you’ll stick around and say hi!
Many thanks to Michelle for letting me drop by today to talk a bit about my new release with Ellora’s Cave in the Blush line. The story is called Hot Pursuit and it truly is a chase across the globe.
I’ve been a lawyer almost since the day I was born and have always enjoyed my work in that profession. Sometimes it can get a bit stressful and I love to write romance so that the happy ending always comes to the client- no wait- I mean the reader.
My heroines usually have any career in the world besides law. You know, I’m writing these stories to escape my real life, so why would I be crazy enough to write about a female lawyer? I can’t really answer that because I don’t have a clue where this story came from.
The lawyer in this story, Evangeline, is not what she seems to be on the surface. She’s like super-hero lawyer. Believe me, I’ve never met one quite like her. She’s a bit sassy and a bit kick-ass. I have to say she was pretty fun to write. She kept surprising me at every turn and I hope the readers of this story enjoy the journey as much as I did. She’s hard to get to know at first, but she grows on you.
Blush sensuality level: This is a sensual romance (may have explicit love scenes, but not erotic in frequency or type).
Racing across the globe to help a client isn’t part of corporate lawyer Evangeline Fleet’s normal legal services, but this is no ordinary client. She’s the beloved daughter of an old family friend. In her efforts to save the girl, Evangeline gets in over her head when sexy Interpol agent Cecil Waugh enters the picture in hot pursuit of her client. He follows the lawyer on an international chase from New York City to Rio de Janeiro where they forget their differences for a moment and fall into bed together. Before the sheets can even cool Evangeline makes a daring escape, leaving behind her lover.
Relentless in his quest to find Evangeline’s client, Cecil continues the chase across Europe. But it soon becomes unclear who his main target is—Evangeline’s charge, or the spitfire of a woman herself. Only time will tell how hot this pursuit will become.
An Excerpt From: HOT PURSUIT
Copyright © JILLIAN CHANTAL, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Barbara buzzed Evangeline’s office. Van was on the floor on her ab cruncher, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a sports bra. “Hang on, I’m across the room,” she yelled in the direction of the speaker. She rose, walked to her desk and picked up the headset. “Yeah. What? It’d better be a Federal judge or something. You know it’s my workout time.” She tapped her toe, impatient to get back to her exercise.
“Not a judge but an Interpol agent. On the phone. He insisted I interrupt you.”
“Barb, who do you work for? Me or that guy?”
“Well, then. What’re you going to tell him?”
“That you can’t be interrupted?”
“See, that was easy, yeah?”
“Yeah, boss. Should I get his number?”
“Tell him I’ll call him back in thirty minutes. What’s his name?”
Van doubled over in laughter and held on to her stomach. “Oh God, what would a Cecil Waugh look like? A nerd in taped-up horn-rimmed glasses with his pants belted under his armpits and a pen protector in his shirt pocket?”
“You’re terrible.” Barbara snickered.
“And you love me for it.” Van laughed.
“Yeah, right. I’ll tell him you’ll call back.”
“Thanks.” Van hung up and finished her workout. She took a quick shower in her private bathroom. She dried her hair, curling under the ends of her pageboy cut and put on a red merino-wool pantsuit for the depositions she had scheduled for later in the morning. The suit was double breasted with three large buttons on an asymmetrical bodice. She slid on her red patent-leather stiletto pumps with the pointy toes, the ones she called her Wicked Witch of Manhattan shoes. She wanted to look especially tough since the lawyer on the other side was from Miami and had a reputation as a real asshole. She thought she might need to use the pointed toes on his butt. Kick some ass, as it were.
Van nodded at herself in the mirror. Yep, the red is the right choice. Makes me feel more powerful. And it doesn’t hurt that it looks good on me. She grinned over her vanity, pinned on a white topaz broach, flattened the collar of the suit jacket and walked to her desk, ready for the day’s challenges.
Before she could take her seat, her phone buzzed again and Barbara said, “That Waugh guy—”
Van yelled into the speaker, “What? The nerd with the pocket protector on the phone again? He sure is an impatient little nerd, isn’t he?”
“Er. Not exactly, boss—”
Van’s door burst open and banged backward on the jamb. A gorgeous man with dark hair hanging over his brow, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt that showed off his toned biceps, strode into her office. There was no sign of a pocket protector anywhere on the man. He said, “Cecil Waugh, Interpol.” He thrust his hand toward her as if to shake hers.
Ignoring his hand, furious that he’d come into her office uninvited, gorgeous or not, she said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Barging in here?”
He dropped his outstretched hand to his side. “You didn’t call me back like your secretary said you would. I have a witness on the lam and you know where she is. I’m not a patient man, so I came over here to get some answers. Nerd that I am.” His gaze raked over her body with a sneer and he added, “Your secretary said you were too busy to come to the phone when I rang up earlier. Was that a lie? To avoid my call so you could keep hiding your client? Is obstructing justice a hobby with you?”
“You rude son of a bitch. I’m not sure you have any authority in this country and you certainly have none here in my place of business. I have no obligation whatsoever to tell you anything. I definitely have no obligation to take or return your call. I suggest you leave before I call security.” She sat in her chair and reached toward the phone.
“Look, I’m sorry I barged in but there’s some urgency to the situation. I’m not trying to be rude but I need to speak to Senoia Griffin. Now.”
She glared at him. Held his stare for a full twenty seconds. Then, not breaking eye contact, she picked up the phone, pushed a button and said, “Leo, I need you in my office right now. I have an intruder.”
Cecil said, “All right, all right, damn, I’ll go. Call off your security dog. But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot. I’ll be back with a warrant. Soon.” He turned to walk out, stopped and looked back. He looked her up and down for the second time then turned toward the door.
She gasped at the audacity of the sneer he’d had on his face as his gaze raked over her. “Lots of luck with that warrant, buster. You’re in New York now. I think you’ll find that people here have rights. Now get out of here, you jerk.”
He stalked out of her office, the door slammed behind him, so hard it rattled in the frame. Again.
She got up and walked out into the secretarial area. Barbara stood there looking at the suite door and Van said, “Not so much a nerd, huh?”
Barbara shook her head. “I know I’m wet. God, what a man.”