Tamara Morgan’s latest release, If I Stay, hits shelves today! She dropped by the virtual offices to chat about her new book.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, Tamara! Describe yourself in five words or less.
[Tamara Morgan] Constantly seeking laughter.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you share your favorite scene from If I Stay?
[Tamara Morgan] Oh, that would be the scene where the hero and heroine (and most of the downstairs staff at Montgomery Manor) go play laser tag together. I love when my couples get a chance to kick back and play. So many times in romance, we’re focused on the angst and conflict…we forget that a large part of falling in love is simply having fun.
The couple that laughs together, stays together. I firmly believe that. 🙂
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What gave you the most trouble with the story?
[Tamara Morgan] Oddly enough, it’s the upper crust of the Montgomery Manor crowd that causes me kinks. The entire series is about the class differences and drama between a rich hotelier family and the staff members who serve them. I’ve got the downstairs staff all figured out…anyone who plays laser tag and wears jeans and T-shirts is my kind of people.
But once you head upstairs, I’m kind of at a loss. I had to spend hours researching expensive clothes and shoes and cars. I don’t know how some authors write nothing but millionaires. Millionaires are hard!
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What’s one thing you won’t leave home without?
[Tamara Morgan] My phone. It’s not a very inspired answer, but I need constant access to my Words with Friends account or I get twitchy. I have like 20 different games going at all times.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Name three things on your desk right now.
[Tamara Morgan] If by “desk” you mean “my lap,” the answer is: my computer, a blanket, and the dog.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?
[Tamara Morgan] Oooh, this one is tough. I feel like I should pick someone important and all-powerful to prove what a thoughtful person I am, but I’d probably be Amy Poehler or Mindy Kaling. I’d love to work on set of either one of their shows (and maybe even help write an episode, HINT HINT).
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What are some books that you enjoyed recently?
[Tamara Morgan] Right now I’m in the middle of Austenland, which I’m really enjoying for its humor and quirkiness. I saw the movie last year, but the book is so much better (isn’t it always?).
Next up on my TBR list is the newest JL Merrow book, Relief Valve. She’s one of my favorite authors, so that book is going to be a treat for getting my own edits wrapped up and put to bed. I have to parse out my favorites that way, or I’d never get anything done!
IF I STAY
Author: Tamara Morgan
Release Date: May 12, 2014
Publisher: Carina Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Ryan Lucas would rather be anywhere but Ransom Creek, Connecticut. After losing his high-adrenaline career as a Hollywood stunt driver, he’s had to tuck his tail between his legs and take up employment as a chauffeur for the Montgomerys, a wealthy hotelier family.
Amy Sanders has returned home to Ransom Creek to take over her mother’s former position as nanny to the Montgomerys—bringing her close to dashing Jake Montgomery once again. She grew up with a major crush on Jake, and it’s not easy to leave those feelings behind, even though her friendship with the hard-edged family chauffeur, Ryan, has a sizzling undercurrent of undeniable attraction.
Amy’s determined to prove to Ryan that life at Montgomery Manor isn’t all bad, but each time they draw closer Jake swoops in. Amy is torn between two men—and two worlds. And Ryan is rapidly coming to learn that if he wants to make Amy his, he’ll have to prove to her that life downstairs can be everything they both want.
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Tamara Morgan is a contemporary romance author of humorous, heartfelt stories with flawed heroes and heroines designed to get your hackles up and make your heart melt. Her long-lived affinity for romance novels survived a B.A. degree in English Literature, after which time she discovered it was much more fun to create stories than analyze the life out of them.
Whether building Victorian dollhouses, consuming mass quantities of coffee and wine, or crying over cheesy 1950s musicals, Tamara commits to her flaws like every good heroine should. She lives in the Inland Northwest with her husband, daughter, and variety of household pets and only occasionally complains about the weather.
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Amy scooted out from underneath Ryan and got to shaky legs. Giving in to the indulgence of a backward glance to find him staring openmouthed at her, she lifted her shirt off and tossed it to the hallway floor.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She kept moving, an extra sway in her hips as she unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied them off her hips. “Leaving you a trail of bread crumbs in case you get lost along the way.”
She reached behind her and flicked open her serviceable white cotton bra. The only way to dress up that kind of bland plant material was to dangle it enticingly from one fingertip, which she did as she reached her door. It wasn’t locked—unless someone wanted to steal her ancient ten-pound laptop or her collection of Old World maps, there wasn’t much to take—so she pushed it open and slipped in.
One. Two. Three. Four. She flicked on the lights, assuming Ryan was right behind her. Five. Six. Seven. Was he seriously not going to follow her in here? Eight. Nine. Nine and a half.
She slipped out of her panties—more of the same boring white cotton, though at least they had bits of scalloped lace at the edges—and tossed them out the open door.
Nine and two-thirds. Nine and three-quarters. What the heck came after that?
“Goddammit.” Ryan stormed through the door and tossed all her clothes onto the floor. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He stopped, suspended in a swirl of desire that hit him from all sides, holding him momentarily aloft. In his haste to somehow find the ability to both walk and gather up Amy’s clothes, he’d forgotten that he held all her underclothes. Nothing stood between him and her completely naked body except distance and air—both of which mattered for absolutely zero.