Friday, November 22, 2013

Lois Winston Offers Up Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception #.99 super bundle!

Today we have the talented Lois Winston (who also writes as Emma Carlyle) chatting about knitting emus and Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception. This award-winning novel is part of the Romance Super Bundle, offering 10 awesome reads for only .99! I know you're itching to get yours, but read the interview first. Lois is very witty. 



Quick round for Lois Winston!

Coffee, tea or…what’s your vice?
 Coffee, 24/7!

Favorite Movie:
 Classic: Casablanca
Contemporary: Shakespeare in Love

Favorite Color:
 Black (because it’s so slimming!)

Favorite book/author:
Depends on my mood. If I want to laugh, it’s Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series, but I’m also a huge fan of Ariana Franklin’s Mistress of Death historical mysteries.

How do you feel about bacon?

I especially like it when it’s chocolate covered. But then again, everything is better when covered in chocolate.

The REAL questions… (you don’t have to answer all of them but I do want to know more about you AND what’s under your bed. I’m growing dust elephants for profit. I don’t want to be out-marketed.)

*Tell us a little about yourself. (Please answer this one even if you think it’s boring. Make something up, tell us about your cherry stem tying skill… Tell us about your knitting or your llama…whatever works.)

Hmm…no one has ever asked me about my knitting, my llamas, or my knitting
Of course the emus knit...they had a knitting company.
llamas. Seriously, though, my llamas don’t knit. They cross stitch. The emus knit. Okay, I’m pulling your leg. I’m a city girl. No llamas, no emus. I knit the occasional scarf, used to knit sweaters but haven’t made one in years. I no longer cross stitch, thanks to the need for trifocals, but I do design cross stitch for various craft and needlework magazines and an embroidery floss manufacturer.

What’s under your bed?
  A city of dust bunnies and several plastic bins of clothing that no longer fit. But hope springs eternal. Someday I just may lose those 20 lbs. and fit back into those outfits.

What comes first, plot or characters?
 Depends on the book. Some of them have started with characters, others with an idea for a plot.

Pantser, plotter, or hybrid? Tell us about your writing process.
Definitely a pantser. I’ll get an idea for a scene and run with it, building a book around it.

Oddest thing on your desk?
 A reindeer pencil.

What’s your most interesting writing quirk?
 I’m a “method” writer. Much like method actors, I envision myself as the characters in my book, then write the scene as I experience it in my head.

What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write in?
 I write in several genres—romance, mystery, romantic suspense, and women’s fiction. I enjoy different aspects of each.

What is the hardest thing about being an author?
 Relatives and non-writer friends who expect free books. They think we’re all pulling in James Patterson and Nora Roberts type money. If only…

What’s the easiest thing about being an author?
 The commute.

Tell us about your latest release!

My latest release, Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception, is actually an ebook reissue of the first book I ever wrote. It became the second book I sold. It’s currently available as part of the Romance Super Bundle, a boxed set collection of ten full-length novels by ten authors for the incredibly low price of only .99 cents.

Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception—blurb

Winner of the 2008 Winter Rose Award for Excellence in Romantic Fiction, the 2008 More Than Magic Award, and the 2008 Laurie Award

Life has delivered one sucker punch after another to Emma Wadsworth. As a matter of fact, you could say the poor little rich girl is the ultimate poster child for Money Can’t Buy Happiness — even if she is no longer a child.

Billionaire real estate stud Logan Crawford is as famous for his less-than-platinum reputation as he is his business empire. In thirty-eight years he’s never fallen in love, and that’s just fine with him — until he meets Emma.

But Emma’s not buying into Logan’s seductive ways. Well, maybe just a little, but she’s definitely going into the affair with her eyes wide open. She’s no fool. At least not any more. Her deceased husband saw to that. Besides, she knows Logan will catch the first jet out of Philadelphia once he learns her secrets.

Excerpt from Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception...

Winter wonderland, my ass.

The stinging wind whipped at Emma’s exposed cheeks and brought tears to her eyes. Lowering her head, she trudged around the enormous mounds of black snow piled along the curb, searching for a semi-safe path onto the sidewalk. Finding none, she grabbed a parking meter and hauled herself over the smallest of the soot-encrusted icebergs. Some people would go to any lengths for their morning cup of java, and she was one of them.

As she yanked open the door to Chapters and Verse, the “Spring Movement” of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons greeted her. Someone had a really warped sense of humor. Or hoped the power of positive thinking could affect weather patterns. Still, the music held a reminder that the harsh realities of early February in Philadelphia would eventually give way to sunshine and flowers come late March. Maybe. Last year they’d suffered through one of their worst blizzards ever the first week in April.

Emma shivered, thoughts of daffodils and crocuses quickly replaced by the chill rippling through her damp body. Shaking the moisture from her hair, she deposited her coat on a chair in the café, then headed for the coffee bar.

“Morning,” said the barista. “The usual?”


With her morning shot of caffeine and sugar in hand, Emma trolled the stacks of books, occasionally pulling a volume from the shelves and sliding it under her arm. She needed the predictability of this daily routine. It helped her get through the rest of the day. Every day.

Why the hell do I stay?

If she had any courage, she’d leave. Sell the house. Move away. Start over. But she couldn’t leave, and her reasons had little to do with a lack of courage. Life in Emmaville was just too damn complex. One part guilt, one part masochism. But how could she leave the only tangible reminder she had of life before everything had turned to shit?

So she stayed, losing herself in work that at least gave her the satisfaction of knowing her efforts helped others. She pushed herself each day until exhaustion overcame her and she fell into nightmare-riddled sleep. Tomorrow morning the cycle would repeat itself. I’m a twenty-first century Sisyphus, eternally damned to live out an unending punishment for my sins. Not that she had a clue as to whatever sin first condemned her years before, but she’d certainly committed a whopper since then. Whether a sin of omission or commission, it hardly mattered. The result was the same.

Still, what would be the harm in a short escape? She deserved that much, didn’t she? Emma closed her eyes and conjured up a distant memory of a sun-kissed Adriatic coastline. Hell, why not? She opened her eyes and headed for the travel section.
Logan Crawford’s mind kept drifting back to the events of last night, an evening definitely not worth remembering. Even her name escaped him. Normally not a problem, but this time he was saddled with Candi-Randi-Bambi-whatever-the-hell-her-name-was for the length of his stay in Philadelphia. As head of the city’s redevelopment office, she was his official escort-slash-liaison, the person assigned to make certain he chose the City of Brotherly Love as the East coast site for his corporate headquarters. And last night Candi-Randi-Bambi, a woman who wore her ambition emblazoned across her surgically augmented chest, made it abundantly clear just how far she’d go to get him to sign on the dotted line. And it was far from brotherly. Or sisterly.

Logan doubted he was the first billionaire businessman she’d bedded in her quest up the corporate ladder, but he’d wager a good portion of his sizeable fortune that he was the biggest—the wunderkind West Coast urban developer who was giving The Donald a run for his money. Only Logan had better hairas the media was quick to point out.

With a snap of his fingers, he could provide Candi-Randi-Bambi with an express elevator straight through the glass ceiling, and she knew it.

No fucking way in hell.

Last night when he stared down into Candi-Randi-Bambi’s come-hither eyes, he saw the reflection of a disillusioned, unhappy man. And damn, up to that moment he hadn’t even realized he’d been disillusioned or unhappy. He had wealth; he had power. So what was up with the sudden emptiness and dissatisfaction?

Beryl would say it was because he led a shallow life devoid of emotional commitment. As much as he protested to the contrary, he knew she was right. Maybe it was time to leave the bimbos to Trump.

Struck by the epiphany, he’d bolted from Candi-Randi-Bambi’s bed. They’d used each other. She spread her legs hoping to advance her career; he’d taken advantage of the offer. Sex without emotional entanglements, the pattern of his adult life. He got the release he needed, and the woman got a notch on her bedpost. Only this time it hadn’t worked. After thirty-eight years Logan Crawford realized it was time to grow up. Only damn it, he didn’t have a clue how.

Still reeling from the self-revelation, he’d canceled his morning appointments and headed his rental car north, needing some time alone to think. After driving for half an hour he found himself in a quiet, upscale section of Philadelphia. A bookstore on top of a hill beckoned like a siren.

For the rest of his stay in Philadelphia he vowed to spend his nights curled up with a good thriller rather than a cheap thrill. Now all he had to do was find one. At the moment he couldn’t even find the damn fiction section in the boundless maze of shelves that wound around the first level of the two story megastore. Lost in the travel section, he spun on his heels and—


Award-winning author Lois Winston writes romance, romantic suspense, mystery, chick lit, women’s fiction, and non-fiction under her own name and her Emma Carlyle pen name. Kirkus Reviews dubbed her critically acclaimed Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery series, “North Jersey’s more mature answer to Stephanie Plum.” Visit Lois at, visit Emma at, and visit Anastasia at the Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers blog. Follow everyone on Twitter  and Pinterest 

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Linda McLaughlin said...

Fun interview, Lois. There's such a thing as chocolate-covered bacon? Not sure if that appeals to me or not, lol?

I used to do cross stitch, too, until the glasses thing. :(

Pamela Fryer said...

Chocolate covered bacon? Is that a real thing?

Lois Winston said...

Yes, Linda and Pam, there really is chocolate covered bacon. And it's expensive!

Linda, my cross stitching days are behind me, too, thanks to trifocals, but I still design it.

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