What Kind of Car Would You Be and Why?

In honor of my new book, TANK, set to release on May 17, I figured this month should be dedicated to Modes of Transportation! Seeing as how Tank rides a motorcycle, I thought, why not? And, my middle son’s nickname is…you guessed it, Tank, and his favorite thing in the world right now is fast cars! He’s only three. How do boys and their toys start so young?

Anyway, when I was in college I applied to be a RA. Me, a Resident Assistant, what a bad idea! But, somehow, miraculously, I got the job. During this process of applying to be a RA is when I got my first REAL dose of job interviewing. I had to answer some questions in front of a panel, do some other tricks like stand on my head. Okay, not really, but it sort of felt like it. But one thing I remember very vividly in the interview process was I had to answer a series of questions, essay style. And one of the questions was If you were a car, what kind would you be and why? 

Now, I’m not a car person like my son or my husband, but I didn’t have to think too much on this. If I were a car I would be a pink Jeep Wrangler. A Jeep Wrangler is an all terrain vehicle, rough and tough enough to get the job done, and pink, because well, I am a female after all. I wrote that answer ten years ago, and still, to this day, my answer stays the same.

Now, I’m mother of three, and everyday life throws something at me that by the grace of God I have been rough and touch enough to get the job done, and somehow, someway retained a little bit of my femininity. A very little bit, but still, it is there.

So my question for you is…

Erin Bevan

Cover Reveal

It’s that time again. Time for another reveal! Yah! Last February, The Wild Rose Press did a call for their new Candy Heart’s Series. The title of the manuscript had to be one of those cute little sayings off of a candy heart that you eat around Valentine’s Day. Well, the term Text Me stood out in my mind, and before I knew it, I had the outline for a short Valentine’s story.

A few weeks later, I had the story down on paper and submitted to an agent. Much to my luck, it was accepted, and now I have another short story published with The Wild Rose Press.

(Insert another one of my infamous happy dances here.)

Release day is January 27, and as soon as the pre-sale link goes up, you will know. Trust me!

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When Erika’s ex becomes her boss less than a year after dumping her by text, she gets desperate to find a date to the corporate Valentine’s dance so he doesn’t suspect she still has feelings for him. Though not a fan of texting for the obvious reason, she doesn’t have much choice but to tap the keypad in order to gain the attention of the only viable candidate from the classified ads.

Grayson made the mistake of listening to his brother a year ago and has regretted what he did to Erika ever since. But his brother’s next suggestion just might be his salvation when he takes out an ad for a Valentine’s date…and Erika answers.

Using a pseudo name and keeping contact to text messages only, Grayson’s plans to make Erika fall back in love with him appears to be working…until the date of the dance draws near, and she pushes a meeting—face to face.

Excerpt:

Valentine’s Day.

She sank deeper into the couch. What was she going to do? She couldn’t show up alone to the company dance. Not with the chance of Grayson being there. No way.

“Maybe go to another speed dating session?” She grabbed a tissue off the coffee table and wiped the excess slime from her fingers.

“My hairdresser’s single. You want me to ask him?”

“Your hairdresser’s gay. I don’t think he’d be interested in me.”

“Really?” Megan gave her a funny stare.

“Really.” Erika snorted. “Have you not seen the picture of him and his ex-partner at his station?”

“That was his partner?” Her friend’s mouth gapped open. “I thought it was his brother.”

She shook her head. Her friend was one of the smartest people she knew, but common sense eluded the girl.

Megan popped more hearts in her mouth. “That explains so much now,” she mumbled around the candy. “No wonder my hair always looks good.”

“Yes, it does.” Erika sipped her wine.

Her friend swallowed. “Well, I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know any single guys. If I did, I’d try to date them myself.”

“That’s okay.” She sighed and slumped back onto the sofa.

“Is Grayson single?”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking?” She narrowed her gaze. “You want to date him?”

“No.” Her friend said “no” as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I’m thinking about you. You wouldn’t go back out with Grayson again, would you? Please say no.” Megan’s shoulders sagged.

Go back out with Grayson. She never thought she’d be given another chance. Would she go back out with him after the way he treated her? Of course not. She deserved better, despite how wonderful he had been.

“I don’t think so. He really hurt me. I can’t give him that privilege again.”

“Good for you.” Her roommate perked up and patted her on the back. “Stay strong. You’ll find someone.”

“You’re right. I’m going to have a date for that corporate Valentine’s dance, even if I have to search the classifieds.”

“Surely, it won’t come to that.” Megan held up her glass for a toast.

Erika clinked hers with her friend’s. “Yeah, surely.”

Her roommate sat her glass down on the table and reached for more hearts.

“Here, give me one of those.”

“I love reading the little sayings.” Megan passed her a heart and tossed her dark hair behind her shoulder. “What’s yours say?”

She flipped over the candy to see the phrase. Bright pink letters stared back at her. Oh, you can’t be serious. “‘Text me’. Seriously?”

Megan burst out laughing.

“You would find that funny.” Erika popped the heart in her mouth and obliterated the little saying she had grown to hate so much.

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Erin Bevan