Eva Lefoy - Sweet Cravings - Guest spotting What I have learned in the publishing industry

I’m a former newspaper reporter from a small town on the west coast. I know deadlines. I can do production. In the newspaper world it’s all hurry, hurry, hurry, now, now, now.

In publishing, the work flow can sort of be the opposite. It’s more akin to hurry-up-and-wait. You write your piece and submit it and you … wait. Then after they accept it, you … wait for an editor to be assigned. You wait for a cover. You wait for a release date. Etc.

The book publishing process is a whole different animal!

What’s fun about it though is all the great people you “meet.” I say “meet” because unless you go to a conference, you mostly meet people online. But they’re generally pretty terrific. Since I’ve been in the Decadent Publishing family I’ve had people I’d just met crit my work and be very generous with their time. And this is for someone that just showed up one day in their group and said “hi!”

Authors have also been very generous with their personal space – their blogs. Promo opportunities, and shares and all kinds of stuff. I feel very lucky to have met all of them for sure!

Book publishing is really more of a community.

By the way I’m happy to announce I’m the newest blogger at Silken Sheets & Seduction and we will be doing a Summer Seduction blog tour with giveaways August 14 – 21st so check us out!

In the meantime, feel free to reach me at:

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Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

 

 

Sweet Cravings by Eva Lefoy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding the waves of a sugar high, Violet Cunningham seduces the town’s newest pastry chef, slathering him with whipped cream in his secret kitchen. But all that is made of sugar melts, and her brazenness vanishes soon after their tryst, leaving her battling old insecurities about her waistline and appetites, courtesy of her mother. Positive she’s only made a fool of herself, she’s mortified when her boss sends her back to sexy Chef Max’s kitchen and into the proverbial frying pan. After a red-hot date, her chef disappears, and Violet’s emotions simmer to a boil, forcing her to confront the awful truth: there’s more to life than pastry.

 

 

 

 

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About the Author

 

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“You hungry, sweetheart?” His hot gaze left a trail on my skin and heated through more than one layer of fabric. The innuendo in his voice was unmistakable. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear with a super-warm finger whose touch promised tingling satisfaction. I held my breath and nodded. “For what?” he whispered.

 

I wanted to whimper. Wanted to melt right there on my kitchen floor. I’m good at bravado—up to a certain point—but being interrogated, even by a hottie, or especially by a hottie, turns me shy real quick. And Max’s stare-right-through-me intensity made me very shy, very quick. Made it hard to say that one little word…the one I so badly wanted to say: You. I opened my mouth but he’d started talking again.

 

“You see, I know all about hungers. About appetites.” He circled me slowly. Like a tiger using its steamy breath to tenderize its next meal. “And how to satisfy them.”

 

Maybe so. But surely I must come off as a rather odd case? I mean, I practically raped a pastry chef at a chamber of commerce event! Was there even help for people like me? Concern and embarrassment had me chewing my lower lip. I wanted badly to look away from his gaze—look anywhere but into his chocolate-drizzled eyes. But as if he could read my thoughts, he placed a finger under my chin and held me captive with that simple touch.

 

“All people have appetites,” he stated. “Your appetites, I know how to feed.” He smiled, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I will enjoy feeding them. If you will let me.”

 

I tried to hide a gulp. He sounded sincere. But how could it be? No man had ever made me such an outrageous offer. I had half a mind to put up a hand and stop him right there. But wasn’t this what I truly wanted? Or would I rather stay within the safe bounds of the pastry goal lines forever and watch my waistband expand? Alone? God. I could hear my mother’s voice…. You’ll never get married with those eating habits, Violet. No man will ever want you. Besides, bigger women can’t get pregnant very easily.

 

As if he could hear my thoughts, he said, “Even if you think some of your hungers are bad…or wrong.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “I assure you they are not. They are perfectly normal.” His arm slid around my back and pulled me close, hip to hip. My sex clenched in anticipation. “All of them.”