Today I'm pleased to welcome Iris Blobel back to the blog to tell us more about her newest release, "Let Me Love You!"
But first, a little about the book...
Oliver Dempsey, pitcher for a Melbourne baseball club, loves the women, and they love him…
But he keeps them at an arm’s length, and when he meets Tamara, he’s unprepared for the attraction he feels for her. Told by his coach that she’s off limits, only draws him in more.
Tamara Amis moved to Melbourne to find some distance between her past and herself…
With the help of her uncle, the coach of a Melbourne baseball club, she quickly finds a job, and a place to live. Yet, one meeting with the handsome pitcher stirs unexpected emotions that threaten to overwhelm her.
It’s Oliver’s injury that brings them together, but as they find out about each other’s pasts, how can they be ready to share a future?
And now...the interview!
1. What inspired you to begin writing?
I’ve never considered myself as a writer. My favourite subject at school was maths and my “day job” is in Finance. I failed English and with English being my second language, I’ve never felt comfortable expressing myself in words. Yet, one night I started to put my thoughts onto paper and with the help of some friends and the support of my family it turned into a book. It’s a bit like someone’s woken up all the characters in my head, now they all want their story told.
2. Would you classify your writing more as plot driven or character driven?
I’d say character driven … I often have my characters hijacking my story, often changing the story into a completely different direction. But I love that challenge.
3. Can you tell us a little about your main character?
I’ve fallen in love with Oliver while writing his story. He’s a baseball player here in Melbourne, a lover of women and the women love him. He’s sexy, charming, and has wit. But he lives with the guilt of causing a car accident that changed the lives of people he loves.
4. Without giving away too much, tell us a little about the main conflict in this book.
The story is about Oliver and Tamara, both have lost someone and both are scared of letting another person into their lives.
5. What do you hope readers take away from your book?
In a very humble way, I want readers to escape from life for a couple of hours and emerge themselves into a different life.
6. Now for a few fun questions! What song best describes your writing style?
A bit of this and a bit of that… I write according to what kind of music I’m listening to or where I am ~ I have my best ideas while on holidays. Wouldn’t it be nice to travel all the time?
7. Night Owl or Early Bird?
Night Owl
8. Skittle or M&Ms?
M & Ms
9. Who are your favorite authors?
Lee Child, Cecelia Ahern & Jill Shalvis
10. Can you tell us about your future projects?
I’ve got a few projects going at the moment. We travelled to South Australia last September and I couldn’t help but start a story set in a similar location. Yet, my main project is getting book #3 in the Australian Sports Stars written. It’s about Soccer Player Markus DeLeon, the third friend in the group. He’s one of the characters who’s hijacked my story, so I’m not sure where it’s all heading.
A little about the author...
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent some time living in Scotland, London, as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper only emerged a few years back, but now her laptop is a constant companion. Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as their dog. Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
Connect with Iris here...
My Blog: www.iris-b.blogspot.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/irisblobel
Twitter: @_iris_b
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/iblobel/
Buy "Let Me Love You" here...
Amazon Australia: http://bit.ly/1Aq2J7r
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1AzCCfB
Any finally...an Excerpt!
Sweat ran down Oliver’s back, soaking his shirt. He’d been on the field for a couple of hours, but frustration grew in him with every ball he missed. He placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath, fixing his stare at the ground. For Pete’s sake, he was a pitcher, not a hitter, and well known for his fastballs as well as his perfect curveballs. Alas, he had neglected his hitting. Today, his swing was below average, and, unable to focus, he walked over to the bench where he spotted Coach Becker shaking his head towards him.
Pointing his finger back towards the field, the coach said, “Head right back out there, Oliver. You need to improve your hand-eye coordination. I want to see more, and better.”
Oliver cursed under his breath. “It’s not going to happen. My shoulder’s killing me. It’s been a long day.”
Coach Erik Becker rubbed his face.
“It’s not gonna happen today,” Oliver persisted.
With a grimace on his face, his coach nodded.
"Righteo, call it a day. But I want you back out there again in the morning, though.”
Oliver eased off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, before removing his helmet.
The coach gave him a gentle slap on his back. “I need you to concentrate more tomorrow. Remember what I told you. You need to focus on your proper stance as well as swinging the bat. Keep your eye on the ball as it comes towards you. Try to connect the bat with the ball, preferably at the fat of the bat. We have a game coming up soon. Go and deal with the shoulder issue. Check in for a massage.”
Oliver wiped his forehead with his arm when he noticed a woman standing in the coach’s shadow. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded towards her as to ask who she was.
Erik turned slightly. “Oliver, this is my niece, Tamara. She’s moved here from Perth. Tamara, this is Oliver.”
Oliver extended his hand towards her. “Nice meeting you.”
She ignored his hand and took a step back. Taken aback by her reaction, Oliver instinctively checked his hand for dirt or sweat. Questioningly, he looked at his coach.
Erik ignored the situation and simply said, “Have your shower and see me before you head off to discuss your training schedule.”
Nodding, Oliver took another quick look at Tamara. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and he was puzzled by her expression. It seemed as if her intense blue eyes were trying to hide something. The distant look in them was almost mysterious, and combined with her body language, he couldn’t help but get the impression something was wrong. She was very guarded.
With one last look towards Tamara, Oliver turned and left.
As soon as he got to the locker room, he peeled off his t-shirt. Pain shot through him the instant he lifted his right shoulder. He’d been ignoring the twinge during the training session, but knew he had to have it looked at. The fucking skateboard rider had nearly knocked him over the previous day when he came out of nowhere. Oliver hadn’t had a chance to move out of the way fast enough and slammed his shoulder into a post.
He slowly stripped out of his track pants before grabbing a can of Coke out of his bag. Leaning against the wall, he chugged half of the drink while enjoying the quietness around him. Everyone else was still out on the field trying to please Coach Becker. He choked a laugh, hoping his mates would put Erik in a better mood than he had. They had a few important games over the next few weeks before the season ended, and for the first time in years, the club was doing well.
As he walked to the showers, he thought about his training session and wondered whether his shoulder was to blame for the bad hits, or his lack of training. But who was he kidding, he always liked to throw everything he had at people, yet was hopeless in receiving anything thrown at him. That applied in baseball and in life. When he’d been to see his first baseball game as a kid in Los Angeles, he’d known he was born to pitch.
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