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Hey folks! If you don’t know me, I’m Ember Leigh, erotic romance author. But that’s not it—oh no. Most of us authors wear enough hats to be mistaken for the discount rack at a department store, so I thought I’d give you all a little peek into what life is like for me behind the scenes.
We’ve all got different approaches to structuring our days, and I for one have always been very interested in what works for some people and the why of it. Personally, I’ve experimented with a lot of different set-ups, and at this point, I’ve tried it every which way, from waking up at 5:30 a.m. for years to working second shift for a long time, and then everything in between! I left the corporate world and began working remotely in 2012—which allowed me to play with a lot of new combinations.
I’m now officially a full-time creative without children (though we’re starting our family this year!), so this schedule will be completely different in say, oh, nine months’ time! But for now, here’s what it’s like…
NOON: WAKE UP. Yes, seriously—noon. It sounds sacrilegious in today’s world to start the day at noon if you’re not 17, but there it is. Also, I hit snooze at least three times. It’s been impossible for me to wake up on the first go unless there’s an emergency or I hear a strange voice on an intercom saying “Come out with your hands up”, which happened once at 7:30 a.m. because there was a police stand-off and snipers perched on my roof (aimed at the neighbor’s house, I should add!). Though it’s a story for another time, it’s also an example of something that wakes me up on the first try.
Noon-1pm: This first chunk of the day usually sees the morning ritual, which is coffee and juice and yoga. I start every day with a fresh made vegetable juice. I was gifted a juicer a couple years ago and, well, it changed my life. I usually mix beets, apples and celery, but some days I get crazy and mix cucumber, apple and lemon. One never knows. I like to drink the rainbow, and gosh darnit, it tastes amazing. And apparently keeps me looking fresh, because the other day I was guessed as a teenager. A TEENAGER! That’s not really flattering—I don’t want to look like a middle schooler. I am in my thirties, people.
1-8pm: This large chunk of the day is reserved for external business activity, which can range from my part-time job working as a bilingual coach for a client services company (remotely, because I refuse to wear pants!) or tending the various activities involved with running my food truck, a joint venture with my husband (I’ll wear pants for this one). As spring is gearing up, this is about to be full food truck, all the time. We sell Argentinian/American food, and cook a LOT of homemade, super fresh stuff. We love feeding people! Other business activities include expense tracking, ordering supplies, marketing, and the dreaded account reconciliation *cue spooky music*.
9p-4a: WRITING TIME. That’s right, once the darkness falls, I go into CREATE MODE. My real peak occurs from about 1a-4a. I wish, with all my heart, that I was a morning person—but you know what? I’m not. I’ve tried it every which way from Sunday. People tell me it’ll change, that I’ll get used to it, that kids will flip my clock. I dunno—it hasn’t changed yet, though the kids should be happening soon (and we’ll see!). All I know is this: my grandma, who’s almost 80, is STILL a night owl, and she had five kids. I think it’s in our blood…Can you tell I don’t have my hopes up?
4:30a: BEDTIME. Collapse next to my sweetly bearded hubby, who has been sleeping since midnight since he wakes up at 6:30 am everyday…*evil cackle* Silly day-shifters…
In a nutshell, my day can be reduced to “Juice, coffee, and write”, but there are a few other things in between, I suppose. Stay tuned for an update in a year, when a baby gets added to the mix and we see how tenaciously I’ve stuck to the second shift lifestyle! *wink*
Rose Delaney is a baby bounty hunter, rescuing children from fugitive ex-spouses. All she wants is to return a recovered child to its mother and get back to her regimented solitary life. But when a snow storm leaves her and baby Emmy stranded, Rose has no choice but to lean on the ruggedly handsome rescuer, who thinks the baby is hers. Holed up in their mountain resort-under-construction and unable to contact Emmy’s mother, Rose’s priority is hitting the road—even if Garrett’s erotic touch entices her to ride out the storm.
Construction boss Garrett Galo loves his job, but he never imagined a perk like being snowbound during a whiteout with the sassy brunette he just rear-ended. He’s learned to stay away from women who want a family, especially when they come with a kid in tow. When passionate nighttime encounters flare between them, Garrett begins to question what he’d risk to keep Rose.
This isn’t the time or the place for romance—but will five days on a mountain make these loners reconsider giving in to love?
Enjoy an Excerpt
Inching the door open further, she poked her head in. Garrett’s body silhouetted against the translucent shower door. The image of his chiseled, naked body seared through her mind. Her mouth went dry.
She crept inside and eased the door shut, body rigid as she watched his shadow move inside the shower. The fogged mirror hid her reflection as the soft mesh shorts slipped to ground, followed by her undies and T-shirt.
Garrett began humming, out of tune, something that sounded suspiciously like a children’s song.
Rose grinned, excitement roiling beneath her skin. This not only was going to happen, it needed to happen. Her heart thumped in her chest as she reached for the shower door.
The door opened a few inches before Garrett’s humming turned into a gasp. He whipped around and pulled aside the shower door, eyes wild.
She grinned up at him, loving the swirls of shock and appreciation in his eyes as he took her in.
“Can I join?”
His mouth hung open a moment, gaze sweeping over her naked body, lighting fires on her skin. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her inside the shower, slamming the door shut behind her.
The water hit her body in a pleasingly warm rush. He pinned her to the shower wall with his hips. Her breath hitched.
“I don’t even want to ask why you’re naked in my bathroom,” he said, kissing her neck, “and I don’t even care. Fact is, you’re here, and you’re mine now.”
About the Author:Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.