Welcome to UTC today, Kate, to talk about your latest release UNDERNEATH IT ALL!
Lets get started getting to know you better! Unforgettable or Inspirational Books?
I’ve been a voracious reader forever, and many books have left their marks on me. Here are a few:
East of Eden by John Steinbeck (…and Cannery Row, Sweet Thursday, Tortilla Flats)
Keep Me Still by Caisey Quinn
Nine Stories by JD Salinger
The Witness by Nora Roberts (and so many others)
The Rough Riders Series by Lorelei James
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
Veiled Innocence by Ella Frank
The Beautiful Series by Christina Lauren
The Vegas Top Guns Series by Katie Porter
The Sullivans Series by Belle Andre
Favorite books turned into movies?
I am fiercely protective of my favorite books, and I am not especially gentle when it comes to evaluating their movie adaptations. The Lord of the Rings trilogy was executed with such precision and faithfulness, and I love those films almost as much as I love the original literature. Almost.
If you could have a superpower for a day what would it be?
I’d want to read minds, and I know that’s creeptastic! I’m always trying to understand how different people think and react and feel, and I’d love to crawl into someone’s thoughts for a day.
If you could sit down face to face with any of your characters, who would you choose and why?
Lauren. She gets it, maybe all of it, but doesn’t get herself. I’d love to pick her brain on the topic of Matt, his siblings, and the newcomers who join the Walsh clan.
What is the one author changed your perspective on writing?
Ella Frank taught me and then reminded me that it’s perfectly acceptable to venture into the land of taboos – whether they be sexual or storytelling. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the “rights” – the way to tell a story, the way for characters to come together, the way to unfurl a conflict – but none of them really matter.
Will there be more books with side characters to make a series?
Yes! I’m currently planning for six Walsh stories.
The Walsh Series originated from a project I was consulting on last year. An educational organization was attempting to get the legislature to revise regulatory guidance around repurposing Industrial Revolution-era mills and factories for schools, and I met an incredible team of architects in the process. They were some of the most brilliant, complex individuals I’d ever encountered, and they were ridiculously adorable, too.
At the time, I was also running into brick walls with my work-in-progress. I took a vacation from that manuscript and started imagining a family of brilliant, adorable architects, and within a few days, Patrick, Matthew, Shannon, Riley, Sam, and Erin were born.
Family businesses are incredibly complex, especially those that come with decades of tangled drama and loss. I wanted to craft a series that didn’t simply describe the paths these six people took to find love. I also wanted to spotlight their individual places in the business and family, and how those places shaped them.
If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure.
It’s all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.
After I met Matthew Walsh.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do.
Unless, of course, she was naked.
She wasn’t looking for me and I sure as shit wasn’t looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.
Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws people down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.
I glanced up at Matthew, his tall frame sheltering me from the wind. My gaze lingered on the exposed hollow of his throat where his top button gaped open, then the way his belt rode low on his hips, and then the bulge just below the brushed steel buckle.
“What would happen if…” I bit my lip, hoping I was interpreting his signals the right way, hoping my tequila-infused courage would see me through. I stretched up on my toes, and Matthew’s hands went to my waist. “If I did this?”
Digging his fingers into my hips, he pulled me against him, and there was no misinterpreting that signal. Our lips brushed together, and I hesitated, wanting more—so much more—but not knowing the right way to play this game.
“If you do that, I’m doing this,” Matthew whispered against my lips. Tugging my hair, he tipped my head back and slipped his tongue past my teeth, and it was exactly as I suspected: he wanted to swallow me whole. A strong gust forced me against him, and I shivered, at once relieved he was taking the lead and wondering if it was the lead I wanted.
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