Author Interview & #Review of Jersey Diner by Lisa Diane Kastner w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @lisadkastner

Jersey Diner

by Lisa Diane Kastner

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GENRE:   commercial romance

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BLURB:

Lauren has a dead end job as a waitress at the Oaklyn Diner. She becomes ecstatic when the diner is chosen to be the focal point of an upcoming movie, *Jersey Diner,* starring Jonathan Pearce. When filming ends she moves to California to start a new life with him. Lauren quickly discovers that all that she thought was real and true are in question.

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Excerpt Three:

“Here’s a copy of the script, read through it and then go over the scenes with the girl.”

“I can try. I never acted so I don’t know how much of a help I’ll be.”

He plopped it into my arms. The script weighed more than a stacked tray.

“This isn’t about acting. It’s about realism. That’s why we need your help. You’re a real waitress and this one just doesn’t get it.” He smirked. “If I could get ten cents for every time one of these actresses thought they could feel their way through a part. I’d be a zillionaire. Then give me a dime for every time they were wrong. Oh. I’d be …” He stopped. “Start reading.”  

I had opened the cover and started flipping through the pages.

“Good. I knew you’d be the right person for the job. We’ll pay you for your time. You can be our ‘Resident Expert on Serving.’ Ya know, like a martial arts expert.”

“Fun.”    

Welcome Lisa! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.
Hi and thank you for having me.  I’m originally from the East Coast. Grew up a Jersey girl and migrated to Philadelphia and then New York, and I now reside in Los Angeles with my amazing husband and our two kittens (The Master and Margarita). I am a book nerd (I read everything), a foodie (yes, please!), a sporadic worker outer (I think I just made up that word), and a music fiend. I love traveling and head to some place foreign every chance I have.


Is JERSEY DINER a single title, or part of a series?
Great question – it’s a single title but the characters show up as secondary characters in other books.


What were your inspirations for the story?

I wrote Jersey Diner because I was interested in why someone obsesses over another and what would prompt that obsession. When I was a teenager I was on USA Network’s Dance Party USA and had several fans. Some of which tracked down my address and phone number and decided to call me on a regular basis.  Luckily none of them were truly obsessive and it made me wonder what if someone was more determined?  Also, I had crushes when I was in junior high and high school but wasn’t very good at socializing so I wanted to explore what if someone took that crush to an extreme and that’s how I came up with Lauren.

 

When I first began writing Jersey Diner all of the imagery and references that came up were very mid-80s. I liked the contrast of the 1980s bright colors (blue eyeliner and bright yellow shirts) and pop songs (Wake Me Up, Before You Go-Go (Wham!), Like A Virgin (Madonna), Tainted Love (Soft Cell), Don’t You Want Me (Human League), Every Breath You Take (Police), Don’t You Forget about Me (Simple Minds), Jessie’s Girl (Rick Springfield). Everything seemed innocent and yet there was a dark undertone with the impending fall of Wall Street in 1987. Which is a nice parallel to the events in the book.  


Please share your setting for JERSEY DINER. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?

I grew up in New Jersey although the town in the book is fictional it’s based on Pennsauken and Oaklyn areas in the mid-80s. I think the descriptions and the vibe in the book are pretty spot on. It’s an environment in which everybody knows everyone else. Lots of great people. And a world that’s changing from being small town with local businesses to large retail companies coming in and putting the little guy out of business.  It’s a world where blue collar workers are having hard times finding jobs while those who are college graduates are having an easier time and those with no degrees are kind of stuck in limbo. It’s a place with a huge heart, a big laugh, and a lot of dreams.

When did the writing bug first bite?

Others knew I was a writer before me. My stepmother, Violet Smith sent me a white journal with gold leafing and encouraged me to write. My father taught me out how to write AP (Associated Press) and the reverse pyramid, before I hit my teens. I hid in my bedroom and wrote comic books and musings. I could be found at any time with my nose in a book or losing myself in television shows. I escaped into worlds that I created or that someone else created. I guess it was inevitable that I should be a writer. Now, if you talked to me when I was a kid, I would have told you that I was destined to be a rock star even though I was terrified of singing solo in public (still am).


Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

The list is gonna be long and not inclusive. Here we go: Anne Frank, Ann Rice, Toni Morrison, Salman Rushdie, Junot Diaz (love, love, love), Carolyn Turgeon (love, love, love), Jennifer Egan, Tom Perrotta, Da Chen, Sara Gruen, A. S. Byatt, Hannah Tinti (love, love, love), Charles Baxter, Jincy Willett, Paulo Coelho, Jhumpa Lahiri, Italo Calvino, Jamie Ford, J.K.Rowling …. And a bajillion more.


If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?
Everyone mentioned above although I’m pretty sure it would either be a KILLER PARTY or mass chaos would ensue.  Not sure. Either way booze, hot tubs, tunes, and board games would need to be involved.


Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time?
I love yoga, Zumba, running (ok, technically it’s fast walking/jogging but for me it’s running), reading, museums, traveling, and I’m a foodie. I’m also a music nerd.  So, the traveling, foodie and music nerd parts all definitely come out in the novels.  I have a book, LUSCIOUS, which will come out sometime in 2018/2019 and much of the book explores different eateries and bars in the Philadelphia area while following the main character in her “exploits”. 😉


What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

When I was nine, I died on the operating table. At one point when I was unconscious, I could feel this pull and a presence. I started scrambling, like scratching to pull myself back. I yelled, “I’m not done yet!” and then I woke up in the hospital attached to a dozen gizmos and with my parents at my bedside. So, that was pretty freaky.


What is the one thing that you would tell an inspiring writer to do?
Keep writing.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Lisa is a former correspondent for the Philadelphia Theatre Review and Features Editor for the Picolata Review, her short stories have appeared in magazines and journals such as StraightJackets Magazine and HESA Inprint. In 2007 Kastner was featured in the Fresh Lines @ Fresh Nine, a public reading hosted by Gross McCleaf Art Gallery.

She founded Running Wild Writers and is the former president of Pennwriters, Inc. (www.pennwriters.com). She received her MFA in Creative Writing from Fairfield University, her MBA from Pennsylvania State and her BS from Drexel University (She’s definitely full of it). Her novel THE KEEPER OF LOST THINGS was shortlisted in the fiction category of the William Faulkner Words and Wisdom Award and her memoir BREATHE was a semi-finalist in the nonfiction category of the same award.

Lisa presented at a TEDx in Seattle on The Power of Connecting. And presented at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs (AWP) on the “You Sent Us What?” panel.

Born and raised in Camden, New Jersey The Redness migrated to Philadelphia in her twenties and eventually transported to Los Angeles, California with her partner-in-crime and ever-talented husband. They nurture two felonious felines who anxiously encourage and engage in little sparks of anarchy.

 

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Website: lisadianekastner.com

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#Review of Driven by Passion’s Destiny (Men of Passion #3) by Bobbi Cole Meyer w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @colecolemeyer

Driven By Passion’s Destiny

by Bobbi Cole Meyer

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GENRE:   erotic/contemporary romance

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BLURB:

Lee Harris’s life of championship wrestling, gorgeous women and trekking all over the world to manage his chain of gourmet restaurants is over. A spinal injury puts him in a wheelchair. Despite a will of steel that has seen him through numerous injuries, there is no getting up and walking away from this one. Confused, bitter and angry, Lee resists all efforts of rehabilitation to help him adjust to his new life. Frustration is added to the mix when he meets Cassie, the first woman he wants since his accident. Wants and can’t have.

Cassie Sheppard has never gotten over her crush for the green-eyed, charismatic wrestler, Lee Harris. Now fate puts him within her reach. She is assigned to be his live-in physiotherapist. Despite his coldness toward her she finds herself falling for him more each day. She is determined to break through his stubbornness to help him regain his mobility, sexuality and self-esteem. Even if it costs her a broken heart.

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Excerpt Two:

Cassie sighed with shivering contentment as Lee tenderly explored her body. He ran his hands down the length of her torso and back up, leaving in their wake a wave of chill bumps that seemed to multiply and skitter throughout her senses. As he cupped her breasts and rubbed her hardened nipples with his thumbs, she caught her full bottom lip and emitted a shuddering sigh.

Trembling, her breathing labored in ecstasy when Lee leaned to suckle each breast. When he released one, he blew on it gently. The coolness of his breath on her moist skin was like an aphrodisiac, sending sensual shivers down her spine that coalesced in her sensitized area between her legs.

She felt she might die as a tidal wave of emotion washed over her when he tweaked each pebbled breast tip with his tongue. Eager to claim his mouth in a kiss, she twisted her fingers in his hair to urge him up.

The desire to be one with him, to have him deep inside her, their bodies linked, her wet with desire, him driving to her core was all she could think about. She wanted him more than she believed it was possible to want a man.

Her response intensified as she strained against him—opened for him—reached to direct him inside. Every quivering nerve in her body tingled, creating a buzzing in her head that grew louder and louder.

The buzzing alarm persisted, shattering the dream at the crucial moment when Lee was about to enter her. Frustrated, Cassie reluctantly opened her eyes. Her mouth was cotton-dry. She was still shaking with sexual anticipation, but with her waking reality came the colossal letdown.

She ran her hand down her arm, feeling the goose bumps. She yearned for that mind-blowing climax she’d almost achieved in that fantastic dream. It was the same dream she’d had for years, varying only slightly in intensity.

She glared at the clock, hating it for interrupting. Inexplicably, as always, that fantasy dream had kindled an overwhelming, obsessive desire to experience what her imagination tortured her with—ephemeral glimpses of satisfaction in Lee’s arms and their ultimate body connection.

Cassie released a dejected sigh as she sat up and hugged her knees. For a moment she allowed herself to bask in the dream’s sizzling afterglow, her thoughts running back to the evening before and her first face-to-face meeting with her fantasy lover, Lee Harris.

Though their initial meeting hadn’t been as good as she’d hoped it would be, it was better than she’d expected, given what she’d heard about how despondent and irritable he’d become—and how unruly he was with the other therapists. All of them had given up on him. She would not.

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My, my.  What book this one is.  I don’t really know what I expected when I started reading but I got more than I bargined for.  A hero to die for, a heroine that I actually liked, a secondary that finally got her comeuppance and a sweet romance that had all the feels.  You see, Lee is paralyzed.  But it’s only in his legs.  And being an ex-wrestler, that is a hard pill to shallow.  He still could do everything private but he was still wondering if he could have sex.  I loved how Ms. Meyer handled this aspect of the story.  She didn’t sugar coat it but she did handle the material very tastefully.  This book is labeled erotic but I just found it to be spicy at best.  🙂  Again, it was handled with maturity, tastefully and respectfully.

Cassie, I liked her from the beginning.  She had a thing for Lee when he was a wrestler and I really worried about how Lee was going to handle it when she admitted that she followed him throughout his career.  No worries.  In fact, I thought it was sweet.  I also liked how she finally reached out to her family.  I could understand why she hadn’t but the reunion and scenes later in the book were also very well done.  I kinda felt sorry for her sister.  She never knew how to handle Cassie and I think in the end, she finally did.

The secondary character of Heather is one big piece.  Oh, my word…you have to read the book to find out about her but I was so happy when Lou and Lee FINALLY figured out what her angle was.  Too bad it led to the black moment in the book but I did LOVE how Lee when to the lengths that he did in finding Cassie again.  *major swoon*

Overall, this is a sweet book between two people that couldn’t be more suited for each other.  The characterization of Lee and his paralysis isn’t glossed over.   Ms. Meyer did her research and it shows.   I can’t wait to read Luke’s book next.  Oh and Ms. Meyer since you have written Harm’s and Kayla’s books, too.  Maybe after Luke’s book, and epilogue/reunion.  Maybe?

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Bobbi Cole Meyer is the pen name for Barbara Meyer, who relocated from her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a career as a lyricist. Over the years Barbara has had numerous songs she co-wrote cut by major artists such as Tom Jones, Loretta Lynn, Barbara Mandrell, Barbi Benton, Stella Parton, The Soul Shakers, the Poppies, Bandana, Mason Dixon, the Wright Brothers and several others. She also co-wrote the theme song for the Italian movie, Summer Affair, with well-known guitarist and composer, Bucky Barrett.

Now residing in a small town outside Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband, Hank, Barbara is busy pursuing a second career, writing fiction, which she claims is her first love.

Barbara’s slogan is, “grab them with the first paragraph and don’t turn loose until the last period.”

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Blurb

Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing.  As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

Aria Rose is baring it all….

I knew better.  I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world.  He even promised me his heart.

But he destroyed everything–my heart, my career, us.

Excerpt

“Aria?” A deep voice cut through the crisp nighttime air.

She turned to see Ben approaching her, the shadows from the upper deck of the yacht moving across his face as he came closer. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Lawson.”

“Please, like I said, call me Ben,” he reiterated, leaning against the railing next to her.

“Right. Ben. Sorry, the last exec wasn’t quite so…”

His lips curved into a smile. “So, what?”

She wasn’t sure what to say, because her honest answer was sexy. That didn’t seem like the best thing to a man who now funded and controlled her film. “Approachable?”

Ben laughed—a deep chuckle that she felt vibrate through her bones. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It definitely is,” she assured him, placing a hand on his arm. The moment she touched him, she pulled back, immediately embarrassed.

He. Is. My. Boss. Get it together, Aria.

He didn’t chide her, or look uncomfortable, which she took as a good sign.

Aria returned to her original position beside him, and they stared out at the darkened water lapping the sides of all the boats docked around.

“Want to hear something funny?” Aria finally broke the silence, but kept her voice low. So low, he had to lean in to hear her.

“Tell me.”

“My parents met in this very marina. She was a caterer and he was a deckhand—still teenagers. Barely old enough to know who they were, let alone what they wanted out of life. Still, they knew what love was when they stumbled upon it, and they knew enough to never let go.” Aria’s heart beat a little faster, warming at the memories.

“Wow. Are they still together?”

Aria nodded. “Barely spent a day apart since. My mother is actually my manager, and she works insanely hard for me, but my father always comes first. He’s the love of her life.”

“Love like that is special. Rare.”

“Is it?” Aria tilted her head to the side. “I’m not sure it’s as rare as it is a choice, a commitment, and the strength to follow through each and every day. There were times they could have given up—maybe lived an easier life with someone else—but they made a decision that this was the love they wanted, this was the life they wanted, and in that choice comes a confidence, a happiness, that most people deny themselves.”

Ben was quiet for a minute. Finally, he inhaled loudly, then blew it out in one long breath. “That’s really beautiful, Aria. Hits a bit close to home, I have to admit.”

“I’m sorry.” Aria frowned, turning to face him and just leaving one elbow on the railing. “I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just finished going through a divorce about six months ago, though we’d separated the year before that. I think you’re right—love is a choice. Making love work is a choice. And yet…if it’s not with the right person, then it’s the wrong choice.”

“Soul mates.” Aria raised one brow. “You believe in that?”

Ben stared at her for a moment…a long moment. The kind of moment that made her shift her weight from one leg to the other, her skin heating under his gaze. “Yes. I believe in soul mates.”

She tilted her chin up ever so slightly, going for lightheartedness. “Well, we all have our flaws. You couldn’t be entirely perfect.”

Ben laughed again. “Believing in soul mates is a flaw?”

“Buying what you’re selling is definitely a flaw. You’re a movie producer, so you sell fantasy to the world.”

“I think we can have the fantasy.” His eyes danced, but his smile was gone. “Don’t you want the fantasy?”

Aria turned back to the ocean, looking out at the waves. This was too much, too real, too soon with a man she barely knew. A man who was pretty much her boss. “Who wouldn’t want the fantasy?” she said dismissively. “Some would say I’m already living it.”

“That’s certainly true. Everyone on this yacht, everyone in this city…Hollywood. It’s all a fantasy of some sort.” Something in his tone sounded so…sad? A small ache pulled at her heart, and she felt like they’d opened the door to something different. Something different than studio exec and actress. Something more than strangers who just met today.

Her humanity connected to his, and they were just two people standing on a boat wishing it could float them away from their picture-perfect lives.

“Do you know why I love Scarlet’s Letters?” she said softly, her voice barely above the whistle of the wind around them.

He stepped closer, his elbow pressed against hers on the railing now. “Why?”

“It’s something I can be proud of. A story I’m proud to tell. The strength of a woman in wartime, a French woman saving innocent people during the Holocaust…a woman picking her truth over a man, over love. Have you read the script?”

Ben nodded. “I have. Two years ago, when it was making the rounds. It’s powerful, and from what I’ve seen, you do an amazing job in it.”

“Thank you. When I first saw this script—or rather, read the book it’s based on—I knew I had to play this part. No matter what I had to give up. This was mine.”

She’d never connected to anything more than she had this script. It was empowering, and taught courage in the toughest of circumstances. It was a tiny snapshot of a much larger scale event, showing the decisions and atrocities suffered at such a human, personal level. It was a woman denying her own privilege and luxury to help fellow humans who didn’t have that reach.

“The way you talk about it…I’m jealous,” Ben admitted.

That got Aria’s attention, and she turned to face him. “Jealous? Of what?”

He pushed off the railing, looking up at the stars before settling on her gaze. “Passion. Excitement. Purpose. You know what you want. You know who you are and what your goals are.”

“And you don’t?” He had to be nearly thirty, if not over. Striking and fresh faced, but his features still said experience. Aria was only in her twenties, but at times she felt decades older.

Ben shook his head. “I thought I did. I built a life. Got married. Worked my way up in Maguire Industries. Everything was mapped out. Everything was…easy.”

The ache from earlier was back, the sadness in his voice. Aria placed her hand on his forearm, a comforting gesture. Partly for him, but mostly for her. She needed a physical connection when they were connecting on so much more.

“What happened?” she pried, squeezing his arm ever so slightly.

Ben looked down at her hand, his eyes lingering. He didn’t move or pull away, and when he lifted his head to face her again, there was a need in his eyes that made her insides heat. “The woman I trusted with all my secrets? She sold them to the highest bidder the moment I wasn’t able to be a stepping stone for her career.”

Aria didn’t reply, sensing there was more.

“She used every connection she had to get me blacklisted. Took everything. Now Maguire Industries acquired Shepherd Films, expecting me to fail. Pushing me out.”

“Not many would call being the CEO of a film studio a demotion,” Aria pointed out.

“When you’re used to being the landscaper, it’s hard to become the rose.”

Aria laughed, letting go of his arm. “First, soul mates. Now, roses. You’re a poetic man, Ben Lawson. A true romantic.”

Suddenly, his fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her to him. Pressing her body to his, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. His eyes never left hers, and she watched him wrestle with something…doubt, uncertainty. As if he didn’t know why he’d just hugged her to him, but then need. Pure need darkened his eyes as something deeper pushed the rest away.

Her breath was lost as she concentrated on standing, her knees already threatening to buckle. She’d taken every second of the journey with him, and now she wanted more. Something about the way he smelled ignited every nerve ending in her body. The way he held her, one arm wrapped around her back, was so secure, so comfortable, so protective, so intimately. No one had ever held her like that in her entire life.

She didn’t want him to let go.

He was fire. She wanted to leap into his flames.

“And what are you, Aria Rose?” Ben’s fingers tipped her chin upward, her eyes finding his. “Who are you?”

The words rumbled in his chest, vibrating against him as he spoke. There was a genuineness to it that terrified her, unnerved her, and completely overwhelmed her. Their souls were laid bare and he was asking for more.

A perfect stranger. A moment of truth. An absolute mistake.

She couldn’t do it. Her walls shot up and she let go of him, fear coursing through her. “I’m an actress, Mr. Lawson. Just an actress.”

And just so much more.

 

As a blogger, I get to pick and choose the books that I feature on the blog.  Even more so, what I will review.  It’s only me so I tend to be picky and yes, I have my favorite publishers and authors that I feature/read all the time.  That said, Ms. Robinson is a new to me author.  I’ve read some of her other works and loved them.  When I was approached to read this one, I actually didn’t want to…at first.  In fact, I left the sign up on a tab for a couple of days before I committed.  To read or not to read?  I was already going to spotlight it but reading it?  I had a tough time with the blurb.

Well, this book was not what I expected.  It deals with topics that are very relevant in our society today.  And just with our children.  Adults can be just as cruel, if not worse.  Throw in Hollyweird and its even more messed up.  What I came away from reading about Ben and Aria is that women can stand up for themselves and be heard when the cruelty starts.  And that some people can find redemption in what they have done to those women.

I did, however, have some issues with the book.  I don’t like instalove at all.  Aria and Ben have it in spades.  I understand that the beginning of the book had to be that way but I knew that Ms. Robinson had a point to that and she made it.  I never felt sorry for Aria or Ben at all in the book.  They had choices to make, right or wrong and they had to deal with the fallout.  In speaking of which, the pictures don’t show up until over 50% of the book.

What kept my attention is the way that Ms. Robinson wrote her characters and her writing in general.  She is one of those authors that can take a topic that most writers would gloss over or romanticize but she made it all too real.  She has the guts to do that and it really showed in this book.  It’s emotional, raw, heartbreaking and swoon worthing all in the same book.

Again, I applaud Ms. Robinson for writing such a provocative and thought provoking book.  It has a message that isn’t lost on me but it also leaves me a little leery.  I have a 7th-grade boy in my house now, I pity how social media, phones, etc. are going to play out in his world.  I can’t keep him a baby anymore. Bravo again, Ms. Robinson.

About the Author

Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in clinical and forensic psychology. She is married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

 

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