L.A Rose recently made it out of college alive and with an English degree. She's a habitual beach bum and a not-exactly-recovered romance addict. She's also plucked up the courage to become an indie author!
ADRIAN LESSONS, a New Adult contemporary romance, is her first book - if you don't count the ones she wrote before she finally came up with something publishable. (She prefers not to.)
About the Book:
If there’s one thing Cleo Reynolds knows, it’s that she’s not into Adrian King.
The son of a model with the looks to prove it, the experienced author of her school newspaper’s sex advice column, the cocky playboy with a hint of darkness. That Adrian King.
Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.
The problem is, he’s very into her.
After accidentally flashing him, and slightly-less-accidentally-but-still-totally-unintentionally making out with him in front of the whole class, she expects to be called crazy. Instead, he asks her out.
Cleo’s determined not to end up as another notch on his bedpost. Except she hasn’t done…you know…it in a while. (Read: ever.) And as a girl who pays her tuition by writing all the sex scenes in her roommate’s bestselling romance series, the lack of inspiration has served up a fat slice of writer’s block.
Until her roommate proposes that Cleo and Adrian act out all the steamy scenes in her book.
It’s just research. No feelings involved.
Available Now: Amazon
5 Questions with Author L.A. Rose
Q1. Tell us a little bit about your background. You have a degree in English; what works influenced your desire to write and tell your own stories?
A. Ooh, that’s a hard question! Having an English degree is funny, because I feel like I should cite all these grandiose names of literature, but to be honest, the books that influence me the most—and have made the biggest homes in my heart—tend to be modern commercial fiction. I’m a big fan of YA, Melina Marchetta (On the Jellicoe Road, ahhhh) especially. I also get this insane urge to write whenever I read anything by R.S. Grey or Alice Clayton.
Lessons is your debut novel, but you have some unpublished works too. What’s
your favorite part of the writing process? What’s your least favorite? Adrian
A. My favorite part of the writing process is also the toughest—starting the book. There’s no better feeling than diving into a new story, and for me, it’s usually also when the writing comes easiest. My least favorite part is when I hit the inevitable slump, typically at 20k. But once I power through, the rest comes fast.
Q3. What is your method for writing a book? Do you have a specific routine? Do you outline?
A. These days, I rarely outline. When I’m working on a first draft, I write fast, averaging 4k a day. The real time-sucking part of the process is editing. Editing often takes more than twice the amount of time it takes to write a first draft.
Q4. Where did you draw your inspirations for your characters? Are Adrian and Cleo based off or inspired by anyone you knew in college?
A. Man, I wish I knew an
Adrian in college! A sex
advice column definitely would have spiced up my school newspaper. Maybe I can
email them and recommend one…but no, Adrian and Cleo aren’t inspired by anyone
in particular. I’d say that I take bits and pieces from people I know, but that
process happens unconsciously, for the most part.
Q5. What future writing projects are on the horizon? Any “sequels” to Adrian Lessons—
will Marie ever get to let loose and act out some of the scenes in her books and get her own story? J What can you tell us about James Games? Any teasers?
A. Ah, poor Marie! J If enough people show interest in reading her story, I’ll think about it, for sure. In the meantime, JAMES GAMES is coming out on September 30th – it’s another NA romance standalone about a sorority-run contest to win the heart of an actor boy, whose sole interest is the one girl determined to lose the contest.
People are staring. Whispering. I’m breaking the eleventh holy commandment—thou shalt stay away from James Reid—but at the moment, I don’t care. I’m too excited about the Nobel Peace Prize I’ll receive for resisting the urge to punch him. “The thing is, I don’t care what you think of me. Know why? I already got the one thing I wanted from you.” I lean in, my smirk getting a little bigger, a little harder.
“Good. Then we’re even.”
The nearness of him is forcing my body to respond in ways I wish it wouldn’t. I’m in his space, challenging him. In his sharp-jawed, storm-eyed, six-foot space. And he’s not moving away. He reaches behind me, and for a sizzling second I think he’s going to pull me close. Right here in the middle of the hallway.
Instead, he pulls the fire alarm.
The ensuing blare is so immediate and so like nails pounding into my skull that I shriek, covering my ears. All around us, everybody loses interest in the fact that James Reid is talking to a freshman girl and gains interest in the possibility of burning to death. Footsteps rattle past us. In half a minute, we’re alone.
“Are you insane?” I spit at him.
He answers in the affirmative by kissing me.