Thursday, January 8, 2015

Book Tour: Interview & Giveaway - Capturing You (Maple Grove, Book 1) by Katana Collins

Capturing You
Maple Grove, Book 1
by Katana Collins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: 12/16/14
Word Count: 72,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:
After discovering she's infertile, Lydia Ryder has all but convinced herself that she doesn't need children or a family to be happy. All she needs is her camera, her passport, and a damn good manicure. And maybe, maybe a sexy male travel companion. But when her job as a magazine photographer lands her in the small town of Maple Grove, NH, a precocious ten year old and her single father barge into Lydia's life, turning what she thinks she wants onto its head. In this town full of happily ever afters, Lydia finds herself wishing for things she had sworn off long ago...
When Cameron Tripp's wife passed away from heart disease, he thought he'd never find love again. He certainly never would have expected a woman like Lydia Ryder to waltz into his life and awaken his dormant heart and libido. But despite his better judgment, Cam finds himself drawn to the vivacious and argumentative outsider. He quickly learns that, like him, she knows all about misplaced trust, heartbreak, and how quickly a family can fall apart if you let it. 
As impassioned arguments morph into frenzied kisses, the two wonder if one weekend can ever be enough. Despite lacking a maternal side, can Lydia connect with his ten year old daughter? And when Cameron finally learns the true nature of Lydia's article, the trust he worked so hard to build crumbles once again. With such doubts filling their minds, is there any hope that Lydia and Cameron will be able to start a new life together?

Chapter Eleven
            It didn't take long before Cam was lying on the floor, face up, a half-empty bottle of wine clutched in a hand. His ceiling fan was so dirty. He'd have to make a mental note to dust up there next time. If he'd even remember in this inebriated state. Do drunk people use words like inebriated? Apparently this one did.   
            He looked to his left, swiveling his head without lifting it off the floor. Callie was lying face down on his couch. One leg dangled off the edge and knuckles that grasped her bottle of vino scraped the floor. Her cheek was squished making her loose lips pucker. Sensing his stare, she opened her eyes; they were red and bloodshot. “You're so drunk,” she slurred.
            “You're an enabebler,” Cam attempted to speak. Clearly it wasn't going well. He could tell in his own head it was wrong and his sister broke out in a fit of giggles.
            “This is fun,” she said, “Why didn't we ever do this before?”
            “Because you weren't twenty-one before,” he grunted and bringing the bottle to his lips, took another swig. The sweetness wasn't so much of an issue after your sixth glass. And after almost a whole bottle? You didn't even taste it anymore.
            Callie sat up on an arm, propping her body in some sort of yoga-like pose that made Cam's back hurt just looking at it. Shit, he was getting old. “Listen, mister. I've been twenty-one for...” she counted on a few fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as though the extra thinking hurt, “many months now. There's no excuse!” Her elbow gave out and she fell back down onto the couch with an oomph.
            “Yeah, well, I've got reponsibilities,” he said. “Responsilibilities,” he tried again. “Re-spons-ib-ilities.” There. He got it, finally.
            Callie broke out into another fit of girlie giggles and rolled off the couch onto her back next to Cam. He couldn't help but laugh too. And damn it felt good to laugh. It was creaky; unused. But nice, nonetheless. “So seriously,” Callie's eyes were only half open, “who's the city chick?”
            Cam groaned. Lydia. Everything came back to Lydia lately. “I need to be drunker if we're going to talk about this,” he lifted the bottle again, the halogen lamp reflecting off the tinted glass. It was noticeably lighter than before.
            “C'mon,” she propped herself up on an elbow. “Tell me about her.”
            He sighed. “She's...beautiful. Like a sunset on...uh, a summer's eve.”
            Callie burst out laughing again. “Okay, I think you've had enough,” she reached across him and took the bottle from his hands. “You just compared a woman to a feminine cleansing product.”
            He closed his eyes, picturing her face. That sleek chestnut hair; grey eyes with little specks of gold like his granite countertops; high cheekbones and large, plump lips. When he opened his eyes, Callie was looming over him smiling. “You're thinking about her, aren't you?”
            He groaned. “She has a boyfriend. It's a moot point.”
            “Did she say it was a moot point?”
            “She doesn't have to. She has a boyfriend and she lied about it.”
            Callie arched an eyebrow. “Which only proves that she's into you, too.”
            Cam thought of the kiss; of her breasts pressed against his body, that silk shirt tickling his skin. “Doesn't matter,” he mumbled. “Boyfriend. In New York. She's leaving.”
            “You should sleep with her anyway,” Callie collapsed back onto the floor beside him and he couldn't help but laugh at the statement.
            “Okay,” he said, “Now you're the one with the drunken drunk talk.”
            “I'm serious! Sleep with her.”
            “She has a boyfriend.”
            “All the more reason to do it. Neither of you will get attached.”
            “You want me to use her to get my feet wet again?”
            “If your feet get wet, I think you're doing it wrong.”
            He groaned. “Oh, gross. You're my baby sister...what do you know about sex?”
            She snorted a laugh. “You sure you want me answering that?”
            “Oh, god,” he covered his face with both hands. “No. You're twelve. You're twelve and you collect My Little Ponies.”
            Grabbing a pillow, she hit him playfully across the face. “Just think about it, bro. We all just want you to be happy.”
            Happy. The word rolled around in his mind like a marble on a slick surface. It was too soon to be happy. Too raw. He liked the wound—liked keeping it fresh and open. It was his only connection left to Hannah.
            Cam pushed off the ground, room spinning as he got to his feet. With a groan, he grabbed a plastic bag, gathering the empty bottles.
            “What are you doing?” Callie mumbled.
            Cam rubbed his eyes with a knuckle. “I can't have Maddie or mom coming home tomorrow to find these. I'll take them out to the recycling tonight.”
            Callie gurgled something that half sounded like words before she rolled over, smashing her face into a pillow.
            The recycling was locked in a wood shed on the edge of the property to protect their garbage from bears. Cam shivered, his unlaced boots crunching in the snow as he staggered to the shed. He had to pause a moment, leaning on the banister to make the snow below him stop spinning.
            At the water's edge was a vision. A beautiful woman bundled in a coat staring out into the night. Cam blinked. Was he just seeing things? Surely he couldn't trust his eyes when he was this drunk.
            But then, the woman turned and he was struck by Lydia's stunning svelte body, backlit by moonlight. She took his breath away and they both stood frigidly staring at each other.
            Tossing the recycling into the shed, he huffed toward the frozen lake and Lydia stood there, unmoving. His insides wrenched and he didn't bother thinking.
            “Cam,” she said as he approached. Only he didn't let her get anything else out. He grasped her tiny waist with both hands and tugged her into him, sloping his mouth down over hers in a kiss that stirred fire even on the coldest night.
            She moaned into his mouth and their tongues explored each other in wild, feverish movements.
            He scooped his hand into her hair, tugging the strands and pulling her head back to expose her neck. His erection nestled onto her hip and she ground against him. “God, you are beautiful,” he whispered against her. “And smart. And talented.” Then, dragging his lips up her neck, he scraped his teeth along the tender flesh there. Her muscles quivered against his mouth and he grinned, loving that he could affect her this way.
            He kissed her jaw up to her chin, pausing just in front of her full, curvy pout. “What are you doing to me?” He rasped.
            Lydia's eyes danced, fluttering open to meet his gaze. She licked her lips and swallowed. “You've been drinking.”
            “Only a little,” he lied. Cam tried to blink his alcohol fogged brain back into commission, but all he could see was Lydia. All he wanted was Lydia. He didn't care about the wine. Or the auction. Or the fact that she had some boyfriend waiting for her in New York. He just wanted to live in the moment and for once do what his heart desired. “I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you,” he groaned and pressed his lips to hers once more.
            Lydia's hand found Cam's erection and she squeezed him through the denim fabric. “Fuck,” Cam hissed and trailed one palm down her back to her ass, cupping her through flimsy pajama pants while the other slid into the front, nudging the silky boy short panties to the side.
            She pumped him through his jeans and he brushed his fingertips across her damp heat, dipping his fingers inside. She bucked against him and cried out, her face falling into his shoulder with a stifling bite.
            God, she was so wet. So ready for him. He wanted nothing more than to bury his erection deep inside her wet sex and lose himself there forever. He plunged two fingers deeper this time, using his thumb to circle her clit. Within minutes, she was trembling into his palm, crying out. Her muscles clamped his fingers, pulsing as she came.
            His erection raged just as strong in her hand as she exhaled with a sigh. “That was...” she swallowed. “That was...”
            “Delicious.” Cam finished for her, sucking his fingers clean. She tasted sweet and tangy and all Lydia.
            Her eyes darkened. “Why don't we go inside so I can take care of you, now?”
            Cam looked to the house as a light clicked on in his kitchen. Lydia followed his gaze, her eyes widening in alarm. “Oh, god. Is Maddie awake?” She covered a mouth with her hand, moving it to the blush on her cheeks. “Oh, shit.”
            The ground below him seemed to be suddenly made of pudding and Cam could barely keep his footing. “Y-yeah. I should probably get back inside,” he slurred.
            Lydia nodded. “Of course. I-I'll see you tomorrow.”
            Cam watched as she ran back to the guest house before he too, entered the house. He fell back on the floor below Callie who had resumed her place on the couch. She blinked awake with a knowing grin.
            “Shut-up,” he mumbled.

Let's learn a little about author Katana Collins!

 What is your writing environment?
I usually work one of three places: At my kitchen table. On my couch, curled under a blanket (usually with either a dog or a cat on my lap). Or at a coffee shop. I find that while I like writing at home, both my husband and I work from home and it can get a little... um, crowded sometimes. Especially in Brooklyn where space is limited. I find that a change in scenery can really help get me going if I'm stuck on scene or a chapter. 

Who is your perfect hero and why?
I have a thing for sarcastic men and flawed heroes (and heroines for that matter). I guess in a way (even in the land of book boyfriends and fiction), there's no such thing as “perfect hero.” In fact, it's because of his imperfections that I love him so much.  

What authors have caught your interest lately and why?
Karina Halle. She writes really raw characters that just climb inside and rub your guts till their raw. She's fearless in her writing and it's such a breath of fresh air. Also, I've just started reading Jill Shalvis recently and love her stuff. It's charming and hilarious and really hits close to home.  

What type of book have you always wanted to write?
My goals are constantly changing. When I was younger, I loved all things romance—but romance at that age meant a different thing to me. I didn't realize how many different subgenres there were within the genre I loved so much. I recently finished a New Adult book which I had SO much fun writing. There's also a part of me that would love to reclaim chick lit. I've had a book idea ruminating in my head for so long, that maybe it's time to get it onto paper. 

Top 3 things on your bucket list?
1.       Travel to Thailand and spend 1-2 weeks training to be a mahout.
2.       Certify my dogs as service animals and volunteer alongside of them (When my grandmother was ill, I would visit her with my dog and it was such a pick me up for her to have an animal to cuddle with).
3.       Run a half-marathon (I'm currently training for one!). 

How did you get the idea for this particular novel?
When I started writing Capturing You, I had just finished my paranormal erotica series, Soul Stripper. While I loved writing magic and supernatural, I was ready for a break and I really wanted to write something that was real and hit close to home. I've known for a while that I probably can't have a baby through natural methods and I wanted to tell the story of a woman going through a similar struggle—yet, I didn't want the fact that she couldn't have children to define her. I wanted to find the balance between showing her struggle but not having the character completely consumed by it. 

What is your favorite scene in your new release?
Ah! There's so many that I love. I love the scene between Cam and his sister, Callie where he gets drunk with her for the first time. I also love the night that Cam and Lydia get together.  

What are you working on now and when can we expect it to be available?
I'm currently writing the sequel to my erotic suspense series, Wicked Release. The first book and the novella in that series will be out in (I think) March of 2015. I'm also simultaneously working on book 2 of the Maple Grove series, Healing You. I'm aiming for a June, 2015 release.  

What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I love to knit and sew. When my grandmother passed away, I got her old sewing machine from the 1940s and it still works.
I'm also a huge animal lover. I volunteer my photography services to take images of shelter pets who need homes (a good picture can go SUCH a long way in getting adopted). I also host a yearly pet portrait event in which proceeds to go local rescue organizations. However, my husband has banned me from fostering any more animals... because I never give them back! =)
And, of course, I love reading (duh).  

What would you consider a perfect date?
I am really, really low key. Most nights, I really want nothing more than to just cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. But for a date night, a nice dinner out is hard to beat. Especially because I love food so much (I know, I know... who doesn't love food?). I'm also a total beach bum, so if it's dinner on the beach or with a view of the beach? That may just be my perfect night. 

What is one interesting fact about you that readers don’t know?
I used to be a child actress (and I'm coming to learn that there are a LOT of writer/actor crossovers!). I've been in some movies (small roles), commercials, and tons of theater. Every now and then, a member of my street team will find footage of some film I did and share it with everyone (ummmm, embarrassing! And yet, good for a laugh!). 

Thanks so much for having me on the blog today, Sue!!!! Hope you are keeping warm this winter (wherever you may be)!

About the Author:
Katana Collins splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir portraits and writing steam-your-glasses romances. Between navigating life as a small business owner, a first-time homeowner, and a newlywed, Kat is in a constant state of "OHMYGODINEEDCOFFEENOW."
She is the author of the Soul Stripper trilogy, Wicked Exposure, and the graphic novel, Cafe Racer, co-written with Sean Murphy. 
She and her comic book artist husband commute back and forth as they please between Brooklyn, NY and Portland, ME with their ever-growing family of rescue animals (up to two dogs and a cat and still counting!). She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
Visit her on the web at , on Twitter at Http://, or find her on Facebook at

Tour giveaway: 
3 paperback bundles of the Soul Stripper Series open to US Shipping
2 digital bundles  
a Rafflecopter giveaway


  1. Capturing You sounds like a great romance story. I love the cover. Thanks for having the giveaway.