A VISIT WITH ANNE LANGE & MOLLY SIMPSON OF WORTH THE RISK
Today, I’d like to welcome, Anne Lange and Molly Simpson to Golinowski’s Gambol. Congratulations, Anne, on your debut novella – WORTH THE RISK.
(Anne) Thank you, Denise, for having us. This is actually the very first interview for Molly.
(Molly) Hello, Denise. Thank you for inviting me to tag along.
I’m honored to be the first to interview you, Molly!
(Anne) To set up the story a bit, I’ve provided the blurb. And I’d like to add, that although this story is classed as an erotic romance (simply because those scenes are more explicit), it’s very much a contemporary romantic love story – a reunion story.
Even the hottest sex might not be enough to ease the pain of the past…
Molly Simpson arrives at a beautiful provincial park, ready to spend the May Two-Four holiday camping with friends. This weekend is the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner Daivies showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give him. She had her reasons for leaving him all those years ago, but now, sex with Tanner is scorching, and when they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart. But the past doesn’t want to stay buried, and Molly isn’t sure reliving it is worth the risk…
Sounds great! So, let’s get right to it, shall we?
First, how did you two meet and did it take much to decide how you were going to tell your story?
(Anne) Well, we actually met through a mutual friend. Colleen is Molly’s best friend, and I know Colleen’s mother. When I brainstorming about this idea, Colleen overheard me and her mother speaking and suggested I consider telling Molly’s story. When I spoke with Molly, although she was hesitant at first, it didn’t take too long to convince her. I can be very persuasive.
(Molly) Actually, it was a good experience for me. Therapeutic you might say. For Tanner too.
Were there any artistic differences as the story developed, Anne? Places in the story where you had to exercise your authorial authority?
(Anne) Well… (Anne glances over to Molly)
(Molly nods her head) It’s okay, Anne. Go ahead.
(Anne) Molly took a lot of grief from people who couldn’t understand why she kept this particular secret from Tanner. But she was hardest on herself. It wasn’t easy for her. And reliving it wasn’t a piece of cake for either of them. But, it’s definitely helped, I think. At points Molly would distance herself, and become very clinical about the whole thing. It’s a coping mechanism, I know. But I encouraged her to keep that side of it to a minimum and focus on the emotional impact instead.
(Molly) I wouldn’t have thought it at the time, but yes, Anne is correct, Tanner and I couldn’t have moved forward without all of this coming out. People just need to understand that we were young. And young people often make decisions that may not be the smartest, but at the time they made perfect sense—to me anyway. Hindsight and the wisdom that comes with age is always more clear.
Are there any parallels, Anne, between your life and Molly and Tanner’s?
(Anne swallows and nods.) Yes. There is. I went through the exact same thing that Molly did. That’s what connected us. (Molly reaches over and takes Anne’s hand in hers) I wasn’t as young as Molly was at the time. I’d already been married, but the pain is no less, the feeling of guilt is no less. And the inherent need to bottle it up inside yourself is there no matter how old you are. In fact, when my own husband read Molly’s story, and asked me about it, he was stunned to find out I had experienced similar emotions. And then he felt bad that he didn’t realize I was going through that. So, in some ways, telling Molly’s story was therapeutic for me, and him, as well.
Are there any dramatic differences, Molly, and how did you get that across to Anne?
(Molly) Hmm. Dramatic differences? Probably the biggest difference was our ages. Like Anne just said, she was older when she had the same thing happen. Not that she necessarily understood what was happening, but she had the advantage of being older and wiser.
(Anne snickers) You make it sound like I was decrepit.
(Molly laughs and squeezes Anne’s hand) Sorry. Anne was slightlyolder than me, but she was far wiserthan me. Anne did research and figured it out. I didn’t. Frankly, I don’t think I even considered it. Guilt set in and took up residence. I felt broken. That’s why I never said anything to Tanner. I needed Anne to understand that and get that point across in the story.
How about a sample of WORTH THE RISK?
(Anne) Sure thing. But I will forewarn, the sample below is NOT X-rated. LOL J
Taking her hand, Tanner led her to a secluded spot at the north end of the beach, a private nook nestled in amongst the trees. The rest of their friends were back at the campsite, arguing over who won that last game of cards.
When they reached the perfect spot, he released his hold on her hand to lay out the blanket. With a flick of his wrists, he let it fly out before it settled in the grass. He unzipped the sleeping bag and laid it opened over the blanket. Kicking off his shoes, he crawled between the blankets of the makeshift bed and reached out to her. She laid her hand in his. With a playful tug, he hauled her down beside him and wrapped the sleeping bag snug around her.
Lying side by side, hands clasped under their heads, they gazed up at the star-studded sky. Water lapped at the shoreline, soothing her, lulling her into a sensuous, romantic state. The chirps of a few crickets and the occasional splash of a frog or fish jumping into the water were the only disruptions in their cozy little universe. The scent of Tanner tickled her nose. He never used cologne, just Irish Spring and him. She rolled her head to peer at him. He lay there, staring at her.
“This is perfect.” Her voice was a whisper.
Without a word, he rolled to his side and canted over her, brushing his lips across hers. His were soft, his touch tender. She couldn’t resist opening her mouth, allowing his tongue to slide inside and dance with hers.
He raised a hand to cup her face as he deepened the kiss. She reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling until his chest fell onto hers. His heart thudded against her. Wrapped together, she surrendered to him.
After a passionate embrace, he ended the kiss and cradled her in one arm while the other rested against her lower belly. His gaze held hers as he inched his hand under her sweater, his fingers tiptoeing in a feather-light touch to cover her breast.
She arched her body, pushing her breast into his grasp.
Oh my! Now that we’ve wet your whistle, here’s where you can pick up your copy:
You can buy it here:
Barnes and Noble
All Romance Ebooks
Let’s play Casting Call, Molly – what actors would you cast for the main roles in WORTH THE RISK and why?
(Anne snickers. Molly laughs) Well, Anne and I have actually discussed this. We had to think about her, but we both had no problem coming up with him.
Johnny Depp and Yvonne Strahovski. I would say they definitely have the right look! And we’re both huge Johnny Depp fans.
Okay, how about a few completely useless but fun questions:
(Molly) I’ll let Anne take these questions.
1. Your dream car? Tough one. It’s between the newer models of an Audi TT or a Camaro.
2. Your favorite drink? Diet Coke
3. Your favorite meal? Anything pasta
4. Your dream vacation? Jamaica
6. Your favorite season? Summer
7. Your favorite 3-Day Weekend Getaway? Vegas
(Anne, I’m with you on the pasta and The American President is wonderful. Despite Annette’s issues with Dupont Circle, I’ve always wanted to go up to DC and give it a spin)
Well I think that just about wraps it up. Thank you so very much, Anne and Molly, for dropping by Golinowski’s Gambol. I’ve enjoyed learning more about you and I look forward to reading WORTH THE RISK.
(Anne) Thank you for having us, Denise. It’s been an absolute pleasure and I’m glad Molly finally had a chance to introduce herself to the world.
(Molly) Thank you, Denise. I enjoyed meeting you. And you weren’t too tough on me. J
More about Anne Lange
Anne Lange grew up with a love of reading. In fact, if you take a close look, she’s got a book with her where ever she goes, and will usually sneak in at least a chapter or ten whenever she can spare a few minutes. She reads many genres of fiction, but prefers to write sexy romance with attractive men, strong females, and always a happily ever after.
While embarking on a career as a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. She grew up in Southern Ontario (Canada), but now makes her home in Eastern Ontario where she lives with her husband and three children, and Rocky the bearded dragon.