We’re so pleased to welcome author Heidi Cullinan today, on the Lonely Hearts blog tour. Enjoy her interview, then be sure to enter the TWO giveaways we’re hosting:
The first giveaway is a comment-to-enter contest for the chance to win an Ebook of Lonely Hearts or your choice of an Ebook from Heidi’s Backlist. To enter, leave your comment right here before Midnight Pacific time on Monday, August 17, 2015. Winner will be selected on Tuesday, the 18th, and notified by email for prize delivery.
The second is a tour-wide giveaway of swag, which includes a paperback copy of Lonely Hearts, a BluRay of Howl’s Moving Castle, a figurine, and a pack of Black Butler playing cards. Click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter.
TNA: Heidi, let’s pretend for a minute you’re in a relationship with one of your leading men. Who would that man be, and why is he your “type”?
Heidi: Randy, because he’s the most fun. And because I know he’d do vagina for the fun of it. Though since I always say he’s basically me, that’s terribly narcissistic.
I’d also do Ethan, because I basically married him. All the new adult guys feel like my babies, though. Doing them would make me feel like I should be arrested.
TNA: Which one of your characters would you most want to drop everything for and go on a roadtrip with? What would make him (or her) a fun traveling partner?
Heidi: You do realize I want to answer Randy again. And I’m going to. Because he’s Randy. We’d end up in jail in some backwater town and he’d still make it a party.
TNA: Which one of your books do you think would translate best to the silver screen? Why? If you were casting the movie, who would you choose to play your leading men?
Heidi: Oh man. Well, the one I’m pining for most right now is Clockwork Heart, which I’m still editing, but man, I want to see the pirate airship! Though Fever Pitch I want for the song and dance numbers. I’d want some ingénues to play the guys and girls, so it really feels like they stepped out of the page and not a Hollywood call list.
TNA: Of all the settings you’ve written into your books, where’s the one place (real or imaginary) you’d most like to visit? What makes it somewhere you might even like to live?
Heidi: Logan, Minnesota. It could never actually exist, but to be honest I’d love to live in a remote small town, except that they are never like they are in fiction. Real life is far more grim, isolated, and depressing.
Love Lessons, Book 3
With the quiet help of his wealthy family, Sebastian “Baz” Acker has successfully kept his painful past at bay. But as the end of college draws near, his friends—his buffer zone—are preparing to move on, while his own life is at a crippling standstill.
With loneliness bearing down on him, Baz hooks up—then opens up—with Elijah Prince, the guy Baz took a bullet for last year. The aftershocks of their one-night stand leave giant cracks in Baz’s carefully constructed armor. For the first time, the prospect isn’t terrifying.
Accustomed to escaping his demons by withdrawing into his imagination, Elijah isn’t used to having a happy herd of friends. He’s even less comfortable as the object of a notorious playboy’s affections. Yet all signs seem to indicate this time happiness might be within his grasp.
When Baz’s mother runs for a highly sought-after public office, the media hounds drag Baz’s and Elijah’s pasts into the light. In the blinding glare, Baz and Elijah face the ultimate test: discovering if they’re stronger together…or apart.
Warning: Contains sex in a Tesla, sex in a cupboard, sex under a piano, kinky role play, and a cappella RuPaul songs. Just a couple of boys groping, battling, then finally loving their way to becoming men.
Excerpt: Baz’s only response was to quirk an eyebrow and draw Elijah closer. An extended remix of “Get Lucky” played, and Baz was trying to lead them in a dirty dance, but it hadn’t escaped Elijah’s notice Baz barely moved at all, doing his best to keep his weight off his left hip. Elijah had assumed the handful of pills Baz popped in the car was Baz joining the party. Obviously those drugs truly had been medicinal.
He flicked the center of Baz’s chest. “What the fuck are you dancing for, if you hurt?”
“Honey, if I only danced when I didn’t hurt, I never would.” He drew Elijah closer, bringing his stomach into contact with Baz’s groin. “Besides, moving around usually helps.” Sounded like a crock of shit to Elijah, but he was tired of keeping track of Baz’s BS. “So
you’re telling me you hurt all the time? That sucks.” “Beats being dead.” The quip had an edge to it. “What the fuck happened to you in high school, anyway?”
Too late, Elijah remembered the Xanax lack of filter. He held up his hands. “Forget it. Ignore me. Or lie. Tell me you fell out of a jet or something.”
Baz pushed hair out of Elijah’s eyes. “I was bashed outside of a Boystown bar on my sixteenth birthday. I lived. My boyfriend didn’t.”
Elijah stumbled. He shook as he recovered his balance, staring intently at Baz.
What did Baz find that night you first met in Saint Paul? You, trapped in an alley with a bad trick. Must have been one fuck of a flashback. That’s why you freak him out. You’re a goddamned ghost. You probably even look the same as the old boyfriend.
Elijah told himself it was fucking stupid for the knowledge to hurt. What, he thought one fucking blow job through a moonroof meant fairy godmothers were real?
Baz’s eyebrow arched over the glasses. “No pity, and all Xanaxed up too. I’m impressed.”
“I’ve been to reparative therapy. Some of us get our hell in one whap upside the head, some of us spend ten months on our knees.”
You are an asshole, Elijah’s rusty conscience screamed at him, but Baz only smiled. “I like you, Elijah Prince.”
Elijah tried to throw his walls back up, but he was far too drugged. “Fuck.”