Casey Clipper is with us today for our Author Spotlight. Yall give her around of applause and enjoy.
Contemporary Romance Author Casey Clipper is from Pittsburgh, PA.
She's a noted sports fanatic and chocolate lover (all right, maybe that could
be classified more as an addiction). Like you, she's an avid romance reader and
loves to lose herself in a good book. Casey is an active member of the Romance
Writers of America, Contemporary Romance Writers, the Three Rivers Romance
Writers, Pennwriters, the Authors Guild, ASMSG, and IAN.
From International Amazon Bestselling Contemporary Romance
Author comes book 3 of the #1 Bestselling The Love Series in
Warning, book 3 of The Love Series is about bad boy extraordinaire
Derk Forester. This novel contains strong/foul language, violence, and sex.
After all, he works for the mob. No rainbows or kittens in his story. Possibly
a puppy. Oh, and no cliffhangers in this series.
Derk Forester is a man who's used to getting what he wants
when he wants. He takes, conquers, then saunters away in all aspects of his
life - work and play. Years embedded deep in the mob and a sour taste for
relationships, he has zero desire to find a permanent partner to make a home
with. His carefree lifestyle leaves him with a long list of inconsequential,
bed-rocking, no-strings-attached women. A daily life he relishes until he
meets...her. The one woman who could alter his world. The one woman he can't
get out of his head. The one woman who could bring him to his knees. The one
woman who could be used against him.
If it wasn't for bad luck, Mackenzie Hiland would have no
luck at all. A cheating husband, shafted by the courts, no money or home, her
life is a dismal list of horrible choices and even worse consequences. After
acknowledging she needs to change her decision making skills, Mackenzie can't
help but to be lured in by the dangerous man, who's taken an interest in her
and is blatant in his desire to get her into his bed. Despite the fact she
tries to distance herself from Derk, he refuses her rejections. Will Derk
become another addition to the long list of regretful decisions she's made?
Could Derk possibly be the man that doesn't screw her over? Or will Derk be the
one choice that finally takes her to a point of no return?
*Dangerous Love is book 3 of The Love Series. Though this is
not a cliffhanger series and the novel can be read as a standalone, you might
find it more enjoyable to read the entire series.
**Warning: Not suitable for under 18 yrs of age. Contains
strong language, violence, and sex.
(The Love Series) Excerpt:
felt like lead weight. Amazing how a head injury messed with your entire body.
When she'd taken the tumble off the bar, thanks to a spilled beer, she'd been
embarrassed as hell. A trip to the ER confirmed she had a mild concussion.
After orders to take a week off work, see a concussion specialist, and given
pain meds, she came home and cried into her pillow. She was spent. Emotionally
and physically. Her life was a royal mess. Things needed to change. Her life
needed a new, positive direction. She was so sick of being this fragile woman
with only small glimpses of fight. She needed to take control of her life
instead of allowing circumstances and others to pull and yank her along. That
was the way her life had played out since she could remember. There hadn't been
a time in her life that she wasn't tossed around by others, as if she was an
expendable piece of furniture. Enough was enough. And enough of feeling sorry
knock on the bedroom door interrupted her self-imposed sorrow.
door opened and the bane of her existence sauntered in. All six foot three
inches of pure menacing masculinity.
didn't move. She couldn't. Her body severely ached.
heard you took a fall," he said, shoving his hands into his jeans pocket
and leaning against the chest of drawers.
still refused to answer. As*.
came to check on you," he said, shuffling from foot to foot.
sort of amused her. She would place money on that he rarely felt uncomfortable
in any given situation.
took a couple short steps toward her.
scent of cigarettes mixed with soap and shampoo wafted her direction. She
closed her eyes and inhaled the intoxicating combo.
she opened her lids, he was next to her, kneeling on the floor. He gently
brushed her matted hair off her face.
filled her eyes. He seemed genuinely concerned over her, yet she couldn't get
the image of him f*&king another woman in a public hallway out of her mind.
saw you." Her voice soft and shaky.
brows knitted together, and he tilted his head to the side.
night,” she elaborated.
blinked, confused. Then it clearly registered when he figured out what she was
referring to. His face grew surprised, followed by a quick panic, replaced by a
coolness she was positive he constantly wore. He slumped down onto the floor
and ran a hand across the back of his neck.
sorry," he said simply.
you supposedly like me so much, why would you do that?"
he raised a brow, "you threw me out of your place. We're not in a
relationship. Yes, I want you, badly, but we're not a couple. If you had a guy
in here last night there's absolutely nothing I could say or do about that.
Though, that doesn't set well with me." He paused. "Ironic,
reached up and ran a calloused finger down her cheek. "Tell you what, why
don't we start this over again. I came on too strong and fast. I'm used to
getting what I want, when I want it. I see, I take. You, I need to savor."
eyes locked. He held onto her gaze, and she felt that raw pull between them.
She'd experienced it that first night he gave her that scorching kiss. Like an
invisible flame that burned from him and she was the moth. Unable to help
herself from wanting to get close.
absolutely nothing in his personality that said he was a man who attempted to
woo a woman. This wasn’t a hearts and flowers man. She should appreciate his
brutal honesty. But what could they possibly have in common? Obviously, he was
unscrupulous beyond comprehension. That was written all over him as if he
advertised it. She was entirely opposite. Could opposites truly attract or was
she setting herself up to take a fall? Again.
tired," she said softly, unable to think. The process painfully ripped
kicked off his shoes, stood, and whipped off his belt, then crawled on the bed
and slid in behind her. He pulled her body flush against his and spooned her.
Burying his nose into her hair, he murmured, "Get some rest."
the first time in what felt like forever, her body melted into a man's warmth.
She felt protected and safe. Derk’s scent wrapped around her senses, relaxed
her. His muscular arm securely circling her waist made her feel tiny and
dainty. Even though she didn't want to need that feeling any longer, she
couldn't help to relish it. How could she possibly consider a relationship with
a man like him? She couldn't. Their days would be numbered. It was only a
matter of time before he’d grow bored. There was only one thing to do, if he
truly planned to seduce and court her−protect her heart.
Dangerous Love (The Love Series)
A few minutes after ten, Derk and
Smith sauntered into Cards to find it
filled with wall to wall drunks.
was on top of the bar with Kayla and two other bartenders doing some sort of
dance, gyrating to the pulse of the music. He could have sworn he felt his
blood pressure spike. F*&k this shit. It was bad enough she just recovered
from a concussion from dancing on that cesspool of a bar, but to be on display
like a pole dancer. Forget it. Not his girl. She needed to find a goddamn
red, he stormed right up to the bar, shoved drunk bastards out of his way,
until he stood below her. It only took a moment for her to catch his eye. A
flash of fear lit those beautiful blues. Luckily for her and everyone else
nearby, it was the end of the number. She jumped off the bar to a round of
applause and went right back to pouring drafts. Conveniently out of arm’s
reach. When she approached him, he reached across the bar and yanked her close.
don’t like it," he growled. Eyes narrowed, he studied her as she nervously
bit her lip. The caveman in him wanted to toss her over his shoulder and cart
her the f*&k out of the disease infested place. Buuuut, that would more than likely have her screaming, and the
only time he ever wanted to hear her shriek was when he was pounding into that
How the hell did
he deal with this? He wasn't used to wanting a woman so badly he went all alpha
or whatever. It made him feel...exposed, like he was gonna lose his sh@t.
realize you don't have a say in what I do for a living," she challenged,
her voice unsure.
want to get into it with me, Mac? Do you?" he countered, totally turned on
by her defiance.
looked him dead in the eyes. "Do you
really want to get into this debate with me?"
She squared her
shoulders and straightened her spine, ready for a battle.
mouth, he kissed her hard, his tongue reaching as far back as it would go. He
was so f*&king hot for her, he wanted to take her on the dirty-a** wood
bar. Apparently, she was just as hot, because she met him stroke for stroke as
their tongues danced violently. He dislodged their lip lock. "Mac, you're
glittered excitedly. "You think?"
have a f*&king choice, M. I'm tired of waiting for you. No more." Derk
released his grip on her and reluctantly allowed her to return to her duties.
Raking his eyes up and down her fine body, little did she know what she was in
for when she clocked out in a couple hours. Waving toward the far end of bar,
she let him know where she was stationed for the night. He and Smith muscled
their way and not-so-gently escorted two barely twenty-one year old punks off
quickly slid a beer in front of them, then went about her business. Derk ran a
hand through his hair and released a long breath. He picked up his longneck and
took a drag, his eyes plastered to Mac. As if she could feel his penetrating
gaze upon her, she turned his direction and her cheeks pinked. Snorting, he
crooked a finger at her. The minx sauntered over to him and leaned on the bar,
teasing him with her perfect breasts.
coming home with me after work," he demanded.
her eyes, she said, "Are you asking or telling me?"
to admit that was a direct order, he clamped his mouth shut.
you?" he asked, with only a hint less demand.
rolled her eyes which caused Smith to chuckle. A rarity for the man.
been a sh*tty day," he admitted.
as if she sensed that, she relented. "Okay."
pick you up," he said. "Three?"
midnight. I get off early." She gave him the most awesome wicked smile.
leaned over into her personal space. "You don't have to work here, you
her brows. "What do you mean?"
saying." He shrugged.
what the hell was that? Sometimes that brain filter thing shut off on him. Now
wasn't the time to spew stupid crap like she could live with him and he'd take
care of her.
him, Smith quietly chuckled, again. He'd kick the bastard if he didn't think
Smith would retaliate with a bullet to his knee cap.
picked up his beer and downed it, tossed some cash on the bar, then stood to
leave. Leaning over, he grabbed Mac at the nape of her neck and pulled her in
for a blazing goodbye kiss.
he had enough of her taste to tie him over until later, he stalked out of the
place before he opened his mouth and said more crazy, stupid sh*t.
Silent Love (The Love Series) - Blurb and Purchase Links
Silent Love (The Love
Series-Book 1) blurb:
Former Navy SEAL Sean Millen has
been perfectly fine with his bachelorhood until recently, when he realizes he's
unhappy with his single status. Unfortunately, his playboy reputation doesn't
offer him the type of woman that could fulfill his days and nights as well as
settle into the specific life he envisions.
Four years ago, Beth Connors'
world was entirely altered. Beth spends her days trying to remain invisible in
order to avoid unwanted attention. Each night she sheds grief-filled tears over
the former life she once led but will never be able to regain.
When Beth literally runs into him.
Doctor Sean Millen. A force of nature. A rock. A reputable heartbreaker, who
takes an immediate interest in her, there's no place for her to hide. But
Beth's natural instinct to push Sean away to save herself and him from the
difficult task of adjusting their lives to her shortcomings is always front and
center. Yet, Beth secretly longs for love. Is she strong enough to tear down
the walls of her self-imposed prison?
Sean finds himself falling for a
woman who is determined to reject his every advance and deny their surprisingly
deep connection. Can Sean push past Beth's concrete walls that she refuses to
destroy? Or will Beth's shocking revelation of her past prevent them from
finding the love they both deserve? Or will a tragic accident pull Sean and
Beth apart permanently?
*This is not a cliffhanger.
**Not suitable for under 18 years
old. Contains sexual scenes.
Silent Love (The Love Series) excerpt:
Beth to her parents' front door. This meeting could make or break their
relationship. They'd been dating for close to two months and things were
terrific. Well, maybe an occasional hiccup here and there when Beth got into
her own head, but he dealt with those moments, then they moved forward. But a
few days ago, before this planned dinner, Beth went home to talk to her
parents. When she returned to his house three hours later, she remained
unusually quiet and refused to discuss what happened between her and her
parents. That had him worried for days. Now, here he was, feeling like he was
walking into the lion's den.
Beth opened the
front door and stepped inside. "Mom. Dad," she called out.
An older version
of Beth rounded the corner towards the back of the house. Good lord, if that
was how Beth would look in thirty years, with any luck, Sean would still have
her on his arm, he was a damn lucky man. Mrs. Connor was a knockout. Though she
stood a couple inches taller than Beth, they could pass for sisters.
honey," Mrs. Connors said. Her eyes scanned Sean, but she approached her
only child and embraced her with a secure hold. When she pulled back, Beth's
mom looked her up and down. "You look fantastic. You glow."
flushed bright red. Sean wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into
his body for security. She melted into him, and Mrs. Connors perceptive eyes
didn't miss their interaction.
Beth said softly. "This is Sean Millen. Sean, this is my mother, Jill
Connors, it's nice to meet you," Sean said respectfully.
you, Sean. It's wonderful to meet you. Elizabeth has told me loads about
you." She smiled lovingly at her daughter. Those matching ocean blue eyes
of Beth's glittered with some sort of emotion he wasn't able to decipher.
"Please, come inside and meet Mr. Connors."
Jill down the hallway a few steps then took a left into a large living room. As
they entered the room, Mr. Connors stood from a recliner in the far corner of
Mr. Connors was
an older version of himself. Well, except add twenty pounds, four more inches
in height, and two more inches in biceps, thighs, and chest. Clearly the man
maintained his work out religiously, noticeable from all the bulging muscles
that flexed as the man moved. A military haircut made his distinct features all
the more intimidating. The man looked as young as his wife and was just as good
looking. Sean would bet money in the man's early days he had his fair share of
women. His laser glare focused straight in on him. Sh*t.
Beth said softly as she approached him.
reluctantly tore his glare from Sean and focused on his daughter. As soon as
his dark blue, piercing eyes met his daughter's ocean blues, the man visibly
melted. His features lightened, and he actually smiled.
he said, leaned down and kissed her forehead.
want to introduce you to Sean Millen. Sean, this is my dad, Michael Connors,"
Mike wrapped a
possessive left arm around his daughter, tucked her into the crook of his body,
and stuck out his right hand. "Mr. Millen."
Connors," Sean said respectfully.
daughter tells me you were in the Navy," Mr. Connors tested.
sir," he answered. The air in the room was stiff and tense. Mrs. Connors
stood in the background watching the scene looking as if she was ready to jump
in to interject. Beth gnawed on her bottom lip, her eyes darting between her
father and her boyfriend.
me you and your brother were SEALs."
right," he answered.
titled his head and studied Sean, sizing him up. "You both went in
For some reason, Sean didn't feel too chatty about his life. He didn't like the
feel of the room or the interrogation. He was too damn old to put up with this
sh*t. He wasn't an eighteen year old kid about to take a daughter to the prom.
For f*&k's sake, he was going to be forty in less than two years.
Connors shoved his daughter out from under his arm and got into Sean's face.
"You think you're a badass? You think you can come into my house and get
our blessing for dating my daughter who's more than ten years younger than you?
You need to find someone your own age, SEAL."
He spat SEAL
like it was a curse.
Sean refused to
back down. "What is this, some sort of test to see if I'll walk away? Not.
Going. To. Happen. I love your daughter. I respect her and admire her. I spend
my days worrying about her and my nights holding her close." He took a
step closer. "As for my tour in the Navy, I went so I could get a medical
doctorate. My parents couldn't afford the schooling. My brother refused to
allow me to go in alone. We've always been close, and we couldn't imagine
leaving each other for that many years. It was the best decision both of us
Jill said again. "Look at your daughter."
head snapped to his baby girl, whose face was red and tear streaked while her
mother held her.
Mike breathed. "I'm sorry, honey."
Sean said softly.
She left her
mother's arms and went straight to...Sean's and buried her head into his chest.
He wrapped her up securely, kissed her head, and ran a soothing hand down her
soft tresses. After a minute, he lifted her face to look him in the eyes.
"It's all right, sweetheart," he assured her. "It'll be fine.
We're just feeling each other out, baby. It's what we nasty military men do. We
protect the women we love. You're father has probably done that your entire
A sniffle and a
nod was the only response he received.
Mr. Connors said with bite. Clearly he didn't like his daughter choosing her
boyfriend over him.
Sean nodded to
her father for her to focus on him. She looked her dad's direction but remained
tight against Sean.
only daughter. My baby girl. No man, including this one standing in my living
room, who just admitted you're sleeping with, is good enough for you. No one
ever will be. I need to make certain he's in this for the right reasons,"
Mr. Connors insisted. He crossed his large arms over his broad chest. "Got
a problem with that, young lady?"
Her head went up and her chin out.
shined with adoration and respect. His mouth quirked up.
enough testosterone before dinner," Jill interrupted and put an end to the
palpable tension. "Dinner is ready. Everyone to the dining room."
She bustled out
of the room with the group dutifully following her.
in Sean's arms while they went to the dining room. Well, wouldn't that be a
story to tell their grandchildren some day.
Romance (love the alphas)
love penguins. Like, really, really, really love them. Want one. As a pet.
work in progress
released the 3rd (and next to last) novel in The Love Series, Dangerous Love.
And the title represents it plot well. (Nothing like a bad boy to get a girl
all wound up.) Each novel in the series is about a different couple in a group
that have some sort of relationship with one another.
you begin writing and why?
A few years
ago (5-6 maybe?) I read a popular romance series and when finished, thought,
"Wow, I'd have written that much differently." And I did. I wrote my
own series that will never see the light of day. Lol. But I went on from there,
writing different novels as an escape from daily life.
inspires you to write?
and stories that pop into my head. That's really it. I get a story that
suddenly makes an appearance and I need to write it down. (Or more like type
like a mad woman.)
Are any of
your books based on something personal that has happened in your life?
the character Lynn from Unexpected Love is based loosely off the real life Lynn
that I know. Well, her spunk and smart mouth.
some of your favorite authors?
Totally a fan girl. Love her! All my fans know that it's Lexi, Lexi, Lexi. I
also LOVE Tiffany Reisz. OMG, her Original Sinners series is beyond delicious.
And if I can someday be half the author she is, I'll be escatic.
like asking me what's my favorite type of chocolate. Wha??? Favorite book??? I
can't pick one.
change anything that has happened to you?
I plead the
fifth, based on the fact that any answer could possible come back and bite me
in the butt. (Plus, I'm a firm believer in learning from any event that occurs in your life.)
share some of your WIP?
is chapter 1 of Taken Love (The Love Series), the final novel in the series.
Two in the morning and Smith
strolled through the local grocery store on a mission to find something to eat.
It sucked ass. Twice he fended off drunk and/or high girls that he'd never
consider giving the time of day. First, he didn't go for younger women. Too
many grim memories. Second, he wanted them at least lucid when he took them
home to his bed. For a guy it tended to be somewhat self-satisfying if a woman
remembered his name the next morning.
In the prepared food aisle, he found
nothing. Empty refrigerator cases mocked him. He stood in front of the blank
units, a metaphor for his barren life. Thirty-four years old and he was in the
middle of a supermarket in the wee hours of Saturday morning looking for food.
Wouldn't that make a great Christmas card newsletter.
No, he hadn't just left a party. No,
he didn't slip out of a woman's warm bed. He was headed home after tagging
alongside Derrick Murphy, his sometimes boss, and his best friend Derk Forester
all day. What did he have to look forward to when he walked through the front
door of his home? Nothing. No woman waiting for him. No cat. No dog. Not a
parrot or hamster.
"Damn it," a soft feminine
voice said from behind him.
F*%k. Wrapped up in his own
thoughts, someone managed to sneak up behind him. That, he couldn't allow.
There was a novel length list of names that'd love to get the jump on him.
He glanced over his shoulder and did
a double take.
A gorgeous petite blonde stood,
gaping at the shelf he stood before. She wore black dress pants and a white
button down oxford shirt, both covered in food remnants. In fact, it looked as
if she'd rolled in spaghetti sauce and beef. What the hell happened to her?
"Not one hoagie? Nothing. I have
to be back at work at eleven and am starving and this place never has anything
for me to grab on the weekends. What the hell?" she complained out loud to
herself, then stormed off mumbling. "I hate frozen food. It'll sit in my
stomach all night."
Intrigued, Smith followed. Through
the closed bakery section, the seafood section, the fresh meat department,
pasta and dairy sections. She was entirely unaware he stalked her, and the
entire time she complained. About everything. Her job, her work hours, her boss.
She apparently had car issues and a crappy house.
He watched her pull a frozen Lean
Cuisine meal out of a freezer case, slam the door, then march toward the
check-outs. Smith continued to tail.
She was his type. Blonde, hair
pulled back in a loose ponytail. Maybe five and a couple inches−at most.
The shady looking man behind the
register creepily eyed her while he slowly rang up her meal. An odd sensation
of the need to put a bullet in the man's head ran through him. He could. His
ever-present Glock was conveniently strapped to his body.
Smith grinned. She had spark. You tell him, sweetheart.
She pulled out a wad of one dollar
bills and paid for her late-night meal.
"Don't bother with the
bag," she growled, snatched the box and quickly left the building.
Smith continued his survey. He stood
on the sidewalk and watched her climb into an old cobalt blue Chevy Cavalier.
It took her three tries to get the car started. Smith took note of the license
plate number as she pulled away. A number he'd give to Derk, who could hack the
DMV records and find out more information, if
he chose to go that route. Doubtful though. More than likely he'd forget about
her by the time his brain shut off for the night.
After she drove away, he shoved his
hands into his suit pants pockets and made his way to his Lexus GS. Sliding
into the driver's seat, the engine purred to life with the press of a button.
His body felt the long day start to take hold as the leather seats engulfed
him. Even with his stomach screaming for nourishment, Smith ignored the pain.
He wasn't in the mood to spend another second in the store or sit at a
twenty-four hour grease-pit. He refused to upset his stomach with a frozen
pizza or inhale what sparse amount food he had in his cupboards. Pulling out of
the grocery story parking lot, he decided he'd eat a large breakfast in the
morning. Probably at a dive diner. Wasn't life grand?
hardest part of writing?
isn't that a loaded question. I can't really pinpoint one item. It's a
culmination of everything with regard to writing a novel. Making sure tenses
are correct (horrible at those), not overly using adverbs (love them!),
character and story arcs, keeping the novel flowing smoothly without losing the
reader, showing not telling, and the list goes on and on. Oh, it's easy to
write a story, it's not easy making sure all the correct elements are in place.
Thank goodness for editors.
Do you have
any advice for other authors?
business is difficult. Extremely. I had no idea when I self-published my first
novel the strain, time, money, and involvement it takes to be an author. This
is not an overnight success business. Not even close. It takes some authors
many years to get where they want. Time. It takes time and quite a few novels
under your belt. So be patient. Oh, and be friendly and professional to your
peers. A bad reputation goes a looooong way, trust me.
Do you have
any other hobbies?
over Jamie Dornan a hobbie?
show and song?
Dead and The Fall. (Again, with the Jamie Dornan fixation and it's all because
of this show. You MUST watch it. He's so psychotic it's wonderful!)
Round Pick One:
Rough? Hello, again, like picking my favorite chocolate. Aren't these one in
Beard or No
or Doggiestyle? Oooo, threw me off on this one and I can't decide. Monday
Missionary, Tuesday Doggie.
or Candy? Candy