- If you could interview anyone, past or present, who would it be and what would be your lead question?
My grandmother that I never had the chance to know. I would ask her what the town was like where she grew up in Italy.
- Your most played song/band?
I’m not sure I have one, I change it up a lot.
- Favourite genre of romance?
- Favourite food?
Oooh that’s tough! I’ll say, pizza. But it has to be the good woodfire stuff.
- Favourite drink?
Coffee, specifically a flat white.
- If you could have any superpower what would you choose?
To pause time. That would certainly help with the deadlines!
- If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?
Trying to figure out a way to be writing. There’s honestly nothing else I want to do with my life.
- Favourite quote?
“We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are” – Anais Nin
- Tell us something about yourself that most people wouldn’t know…
This is hard, I’m a pretty open book. Hmmm. One of my most hated foods is jelly (unless it’s in trifle, of course.)
- Most famous person you’ve ever met? Tell us about the meeting!
I’m not sure I could call it a meeting, but when I was living in Melbourne my apartment happened to be across the road from a place where lots of famous people would stay while touring. I saw Ashton Kutcher and Rumour Willis walking through the complex on their way to dinner one night. My friend and I were looking at this really cute (extremely tall) guy only to discover that he was, in fact, a celebrity and I’m pretty sure he caught us staring like a bunch of starstruck teenagers. How embarrassing!
The Aussie Next Door
American Angie Donovan has never wanted much. When you grow up getting bounced from foster home to foster home, you learn not to become attached to anything, anyone, or any place. But it only took her two days to fall in love with Australia. With her visa clock ticking, surely she can fall in love with an Australian—and get hitched—in two months. Especially if he’s as hot and funny as her next-door neighbour…
Jace Walters has never wanted much––except a bathroom he didn’t have to share. The last cookie all to himself. And solitude. But when you grow up in a family of seven, you can kiss those things goodbye. He’s finally living alone and working on his syndicated comic strip in privacy. Sure, his American neighbour is distractingly sexy and annoyingly nosy, but she’ll be gone in a few months…
Except now she’s determined to find her perfect match by checking out every eligible male in the town, and her choices are even more distracting. He doesn’t want to, but he’s going to have to intervene and help her if he ever hopes to get back to his quiet life