[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, Tracey! Describe yourself in five words or less.
[Tracey Livesay] Smart, funny, empathetic, loving & creative.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you tell us a little about The Tycoon’s Socialite Bride?
[Tracey Livesay] It’s a modern day marriage of convenience, which can be tricky to pull off. My hero, Marcus is on a quest to avenge his mother when he crosses paths with my heroine, Pamela. The story focuses on how Marcus learns to let go of the past and embrace love in the present.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] How did you come up with the concept and the characters for the story?
[Tracey Livesay] I saw the scene first, before anything else came together. I had an image of this elegant, sophisticated woman waiting outside of an executive’s office all day for a chance to talk with him. Finally, when it was clear that she wasn’t going to be let in, she gets annoyed and bursts into his office. I thought, what would make a woman do that? What would she care about to go to such an extreme? Once I knew that, the rest of the story came to me. ?
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
[Tracey Livesay] The fact that I was actually writing a book. That this wouldn’t be like the others I’d started and stopped over the years. The scene I loved writing the most? The one at the baseball field.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?
[Tracey Livesay] The Queen of England. I’ve always wanted to be in charge of everyone. I know she doesn’t make policy, but come on, you’d be queen! ?
[Tracey Livesay] My phone. LOL I will turn around and go back home if I find that I’ve forgotten it.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name three things on your desk right now.
[Tracey Livesay] Cup of water, my daily planner & my laptop.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name some books that you enjoyed recently.
[Tracey Livesay] The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion, Sweet Southern Betrayal by Robin Covington and One Foot in the Grave by Jeaniene Frost.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What do you like to do when you aren’t writing?
[Tracey Livesay] I catch up on TV and/or watch movies. Oh, I guess I should spend some time with my family, too. LOL
[Manga Maniac Cafe] How can readers connect with you?
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Thank you!
To avenge his mother’s mistreatment at the hands of her upper-crust employer, self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson needs entree into their exclusive world. When D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington comes to him for help, Marcus realizes the golden admission ticket he’s been seeking has suddenly fallen into his lap.
Pamela will do anything to save her favorite cause, even agree to a marriage of convenience. The altruistic “it-girl” isn’t worried about the pretend passion with Marcus turning real; she’s sworn off powerful, driven men who use her for her family’s connections.
So she’ll deny the way her pulse races with one look from his crystalline blue eyes. And he’ll ignore the way his body throbs with each kiss from her full lips. Because there’s no way he’ll lose his blue-collar heart to the blue-blooded beauty.
Tracey Livesay wrote her first romance novel at the age of eleven, called “The Healing Power of Love.” With a detour through college and law school–where she met her husband on the very first day–she’s finally achieved her dream of being a published author. She lives in Virginia with said husband and three kids. For info on her upcoming releases or to chat about TV, movies and/or purses you can check out her website (traceylivesay.com) or find her on Facebook (TraceyLivesayAuthor) and Twitter (@tlivesay).
But Marcus Pearson was unlike anything or anyone she’d ever experienced. She didn’t know how to explain the draw she had to him. She’d never understood the power of passion, how it could make you do things you’d never thought possible. Even now, a part of her wanted more from him.
The knowledge that she possessed so little self-control terrified her. She pushed away from him, her desperate strength clearly catching him off guard. Gathering her courage, she forced herself to look at him. A slight flush covered his cheekbones and his jaw was a slab of granite. His hair, the only soft thing about him, was a disheveled cascade against his forehead. His eyes bored into hers and she wanted to give in to their demand, but she couldn’t do that to herself again.
“You’ve made your point,” she said.
“I don’t know.” His erection was an impressive imprint against his shorts. “The runner is stuck on third. He wants to come home.”
“You mean score.”?
“That’s the object of the game.”?
“Not this game.”
“Are you sure? That’s not what it felt like a moment ago.”
A cleansing brace of anger rushed through her, rebuilding the chinks in her armor, fortifying her decision. “I’m positive.”
He stared at her with a look full of awareness. As though he knew how weak her defenses were and was debating whether he would press forward for surrender. Finally, with a decision made, he smoothed his hands through his hair, bringing order to the chaos.
“We should be going. The maintenance crew will need to get out here and prepare the field for the game tomorrow and we don’t want to keep them late.”
He surprised her with the thoughtfulness of that statement. He was a complex mixture of arrogance and consideration, ruthlessness and charm. The wedding was in two days. Was that enough time to perfect her mask of indifference? Was such a thing possible with him?
“Hey Pamela,” he called, when she’d started back toward the tunnel entrance.
She turned, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him standing with the field behind him.
“There’s one more reason baseball is like sex.”?
“There’s no time limit. You play until the game is over. And some games can go on for a very long time.”