K.A. Tucker has stopped by EverAfter today to answer our questions and share an excerpt from her new book, Surviving Ice, which released yesterday! Pick up your copy today!
FIRST ROMANCE (AKA My First Time):
What was the first romance novel you read?
Anne of Green Gables. It’s not technically a romance novel, but the love story between Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe plays such a major role in the series, I consider it to be my first true romance.
What do you remember about it?
The way Anne and Gilbert’s relationship developed as they grew from children to adults, from a little boy who pulled on a little girl’s pigtails, to a hopeful and devoted man.
What did you like most about it?
Being Canadian myself, I love that this story is set in Prince Edward Island. But it’s still a very different world from the one I know and I loved experiencing the simplicity of it.
Have you ever reread it? If you did, how do you feel about it now?
Many times. And watched the movies…many times 😀 I would recommend it to everyone, including tweens.
Rochester or Heathcliff?
Spock or Kirk?
Sunrise or sunset?
Tea or coffee?
Cake or pie?
A pie with cake filling? A cake with pie filling? A pie-cake? I can’t decide.
Scruff, beard, or clean-shaven?
Car or motorcycle?
Excerpt from SURVIVING ICE:
It’s just a regular ringtone. For me, though, it’s the wail of a war siren, and I’m immediately alert. There is only one person who has this number, and I didn’t expect him to use it again so soon.
The tile is cool against my bare feet as I roll out of bed. I collect the phone from the nightstand with one fluid movement, unhindered by sheets or the morning sluggishness that an average person might face. Stepping through the propped-open patio doors and onto the balcony, I answer with a low, curt “Yeah.” The sky is just beginning to lighten over the quiet bay. Dozens of boats sit moored below, their passengers lulled into deep sleep by the ocean air and rhythmic waves. I’m high enough up that I’m not likely to offend anyone with my lack of clothing, especially at this hour. Not that I’m truly concerned by it.
The code name is a sharp contrast to the warm breeze skating across my bare skin. My adrenaline begins to spike, all the same. Hearing it means that I will be forced to leave this haven soon. Sooner than I had hoped.
“How is recovery going?”
I instinctively peer down at the angry red scar on the outside of my thigh, where a bullet drilled into my flesh and muscle just three weeks ago, outside of Kabul. I nearly bled out before I made it to the doc. He patched me up on a makeshift operating table, buried deep in a maze of rooms, and charged me a hefty price.
“Like new,” I lie.
“Good.” Bentley’s voice is rich and smooth, a welcome sound in a sea of strangers. “Where are you now?”
I peer out over the beautiful vista of crystal blue water and whitewashed stone buildings, the volcanic rock cliffs in the distance, reluctant to divulge my location. I sank a good chunk of my last payout on renting this one-bedroom villa for the month. It’s my private sanctuary, where I can revel in anonymity and peace for a while, before finding somewhere else to drift to.
Bentley has never asked before.
But he also has the technical capabilities to trace this call. If he really wants to find out, then he will. In fact, the second I picked up, he probably already had his answer. “Where do I need to be?” I say instead.
Ivy Lee, a talented tattoo artist who spent the early part of her twenties on the move, is looking for a place to call home. She thinks she might have finally found it working in her uncle’s tattoo shop in San Francisco. But all that changes when a robbery turns deadly, compelling her to pack up her things yet again.
When they need the best, they call him. That’s why Sebastian Riker is back in California, cleaning up the mess made after a tattoo shop owner with a penchant for blackmail got himself shot. But it’s impossible to get the answers he needs from a dead body, leaving him to look elsewhere. Namely, to the twenty-something-year-old niece who believes this was a random attack. Who needs to keep believing that until Sebastian finds what he’s searching for.
Ivy has one foot out of San Francisco when a chance encounter with a stranger stalls her departure. She’s always been drawn to intense men, so it’s no wonder that she now finds a reason to stay after all, quickly intoxicated by his dark smile, his intimidating strength, and his quiet control.
That is, until Ivy discovers that their encounter was no accident—and that their attraction could be her undoing.
Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures. You can find her on her Website, or on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, YouTube, Pinterest, or on Instagram.