3 Questions with Raine O'Tierney
1) What is your favorite genre to write in?
Sweet MM romance, note the 'sweet' :)
2) Do you believe the written word can change a persons’ heart?
It's changed mine, I am a different person for having read the Dhammapada and everything by children's author Sylvia Cassedy.
3) What books have made you cry?
I am definitely a big ol' crybaby, so even as an adult, standards like Bridge to Terabithia and Where the Red Fern Grows reduce me to a weeping mess. Honestly, Most Beautiful Words makes me cry every single time I've read it (which by now has been a lot).
Book Name: Most Beautiful Words
Author Name: Raine O’Tierney
Author Bio:
Called "Queen of
the Sweetness" (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O'Tierney
loves writing sweet stories about first loves, first times, fidelity,
forever-endings and...friskiness?
Raine O'Tierney lives
outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author, Siôn
O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either asleep, or fighting the good
fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best
thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging
fellow writers. Writing for 20+ years (with the last 10 spent on M/M) Raine
changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly.
Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure
games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!
Author Contact:
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Blurb(s):
Excerpt:
But Rook had no
interest in waiting for permission. He’d come forward, snaking his arms around
Toren’s sheet-covered waist and pulling him hard against his body. “It’s just a
kiss,” Rook breathed before he put his lips against Toren’s. Should he protest?
Had he protested? Toren couldn’t
remember. In that moment there was nothing but Rook’s firm lips, gently teasing
his own apart. Toren kissed back, tasting the other man, sucking at his bottom
lip. Rook’s mouth was intoxicating, and quite suddenly, Toren forgot why he’d
ever resisted. He liked kissing Rook.
But after only an appetizer’s worth of his mouth, Rook pulled away. The
sensation of their mouths pressed together lingered, and Toren was dumb with
the moment. Lost on it. Uncertain what they’d even been talking about.
“Do you remember me
now?” Rook asked.
“Mmn,” Toren agreed,
warmth lingering on his lips. “Rook.”
Silence was his reply.
The arms around his waist fell away, leaving him feeling cold.
Toren slowly opened his
eyes to find he was standing alone, clutching his sheet, as Rook walked away
from him toward the staircase.
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My sister use to say to me "You are what you believe you are." when I was a teenager. It helped me get through some of my rough patches in life.
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