Wednesday, February 20, 2013

GUEST AUTHOR: M.B. Feeney

Today I get to welcome friend and fellow author M.B. Feeney to the blog with an excerpt from her novella, Right Click, Love which was released as part of Sugarplum Dreams (Book 4 of the Candy Collection). But first, lets get to know a little about:

M.B. Feeney


What is your favorite color of socks to wear?
I tend to wear multicoloured, stripy socks, and I nearly always wear 2 pairs so my boots fit me (I have narrow feet – the only part of me that IS narrow these days)

Name one actor/actress you would love to get naughty with?
*raises eyebrow* Do you really need to ask? Oh wait, yeah, not everyone knows me. Weeeellllll, I may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on a certain Mr Jackson Rathbone (please attach a pic... hell, I’ll include it with my gubbins)...

What kind of music do you like?
Well, I have such eclectic tastes when it comes to music. I love cheesy pop music to bounce around to when I’m doing house work, I love “guitar” music – as in bands who play their own instruments -, rock, a touch of R&B, dance. It all honestly depends on the mood I’m in and what I’m doing at the time.

Do you know how to drop an egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?
Er... Actually, I do. Boil it, then peel the shell off it first, but my main bit of advice would be don’t drop it, it’s a waste of an egg.

If you were a cookie, which would you be?
Non-existent as cookies don’t last very long in my house!

Do you speak with your dog?
Best conversation I have in my house, away from the laptop!

Which is your favorite time of the day?
Bedtime... for the kids! I love them more than breathing, but it’s blissful when they go to bed and I gain control of the TV again.

If you were a t-shirt, what color would you be? Why?
Firstly, I wouldn’t be a tee, I’d be a vest (tank) top because I wear them all year round. I’d be black because a) it goes with everything and b) it’s slimming

Very nice answers, quite logical! 
And because you asked, here's your celebrity crush . . . well, his boots anyways:




Excerpt from Right Click, Love: 

Sipping her hot coffee, Jodie Lynch tapped in her login details to check how well the latest blog post had been received. The stats were through the roof, and there were almost thirty comments awaiting approval. She’d never expected that writing about the nonexistent sex life being experienced by her and her best friend Louise Hewson would garner so much attention.

Ever since they’d started the blog six months ago after suffering yet another dire date with someone who wasn’t what they’d ‘advertised,’ the friends had begun to enjoy the torture of dating. Back then, Jodie had sat with Louise drinking cheap rosé into the early hours and lamenting the lack of decent, single, honest men who still had their own hair and teeth. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it? Without thinking and under the influence, Jodie had pulled out her laptop and set up the blog. She’d been thankful that she hadn’t posted anything that evening, and she had almost deleted the blog altogether once she’d overcome her hangover the next day. However, after to speaking with Louise, Jodie had decided to go ahead with the no-holds-barred outlet for their frustration. She read the last post back before looking at the comments.


14 June 2012 –
Why Would You?


So, Louise got set up on another blind date by her boss Theresa. She kept telling Louise that Mark was “such a nice guy” and “so perfect for you”. Since pickings had been slim, Lou tarted herself up, yet again making me jealous of her gorgeous, slim, petite figure, which made my almost six-foot frame look extra gangly. As I curled her hair, she began her age-old whinge about wanting my red hair. Who wants to be ginger with all the hassle we get? Anyway, I digress. She got ready and went to meet him at the local Bella Pasta (His choice, not hers. *eye roll*). Typical Louise, she arrived early. She decided to wait at the tiny bar and get herself a drink — non-alcoholic, of course, since we ALL know what happened last time. While she waited, she scoped out all the escape points. Just in case.

Looks good, no? As I've read it, I can tell you it really is! Here's a little more about the lovely M.B. Feeney and where you can find her:


M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, 2 kids and a dog.  She's also a student teacher, a doodler and a chocoholic.  Writing has been her one true love since she could spell, and publishing is the culmination of her hard work and ambition.








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