Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue mutt, a cantankerous Himalayan cat and too many fish to count. She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren. By day, she’s a respectable bean counter, but after hours her imagination soars and she writes romances that span the galaxy and encompass beings of all sizes, shapes and origins. She first started telling stories as a toddler and she just can’t seem to stop. When she’s not busy working on her next story, her hobbies include kayaking, karate, hiking, motorcycles, swimming, skating, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
An Interview With Anne Kane
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
If money weren’t an object, I’d love to have more than one house so that I could always live in an ideal climate, not too hot and not too cold. I could spend part of the year in the Caribbean, or perhaps in Asia and then, when it got too hot there I could retreat back to somewhere in North America. There are so many beautiful places in the world it would be hard to pick just one or two. I suppose the perfect answer would be a yacht that could move from place to place whenever I choose. Yes, I think a nice yacht would be the best answer.
What book for you has been the easiest to write? The hardest? The most fun?
I think the easiest book I ever wrote was the third cyborg book – A Deliciously Bothersome Cyborg. It was one of those rare times when the words seemed to just flow without effort, and the story told itself. In contrast to that was the very first story I wrote for Changeling Press, which I have since released independently. Stranded on Earth was hard to write because I kept second guessing myself, and rewriting and changing settings, moods and everything about it. I had just sold one book to a publisher and I was terrified that it was a fluke and that I sucked as a writer. I worried about everything and just about ruined the story in the process!
Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?
The characters always come first. Once I can see them clearly, and understand how they interact with each other, and what their issues are, then I can move on to the bigger picture. At that point, the setting becomes clear and the story starts to unfold. It takes much longer to write the beginning of a book than the end!
What one resource or tool helps the most with your writing?
Google! It is so much easier to research facts these days than it used to be. If I want to know what the climate is like in a certain part of the world, or how a black hole is formed, I just google it. Of course you can’t believe everything you find on the internet but it’s usually easy to tell truth from fiction.
Do you work from an outline or do you prefer to just see where a story takes you?
Good question, and not an easy one to answer. I usually have an outline but more often than not the story takes me where it wants to go and the outline becomes irrelevant.
As far as writing, are you a morning person or a night owl?
I’m a morning person. I find it so much easier to write first thing in the morning. The words come easier and the storyline is clear. If I try to write late at night I often find myself staring blankly at the laptop screen wondering what to say.
If you could give your younger writing self once piece of advice, what would it be?
Ignore anyone that makes you not believe in yourself. I spent a long time not taking my writing seriously because I didn’t want to be laughed at, and I didn’t believe in myself. I like to think all those people had my best interests at heart but listening to the doubts they instilled meant it took me a long time to make a real effort to get published.
How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?
More than I’d like to! I have one full length novel that just needs a bit of tweaking, and another that is about eighty percent finished. Then there’s the novellas, about a half a dozen at least, that are in various stages of completion. I doubt I will ever have all of my stories completed.
Do you write full-time? If not, what is your ‘day job’?
No, I don’t write full time although I’d really love to. In my day job I’m a CPA. I have my own firm so between that and writing it would be nice to have more days in a week!
Name 5 of your favorite movies.
The Sound of Music
I know, quite a mixture but I love them all!
Would you rather go out to see a movie at a theater or stay home and rent one?
I like to go to the theatre. I enjoy the fact that I can watch an entire movie without having to get up to answer the phone, let the dog out, change loads in the dryer or let the dog back in. That buttery theatre popcorn isn’t bad either.
Name 2 things you consider yourself to be very good at.
I’m good at organizing people and things and I’m very good at anything to do with numbers. I adore spreadsheets and algorithms!
Name 2 things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
Dealing with mechanical things (like my car) and following directions. I swear I could get lost in a one-horse town if you gave me a guide dog!
Most hated chore on the household chore list?
Laundry! When I had two toddlers in diapers, I lived in a remote spot with no running water and no hydro. In those days, diapers were not disposable and they needed to be washed. So I had to fetch water, heat it and wash the diapers by hand. Daily. That was decades ago, but I have yet to get over my aversion to doing laundry!
Tell us about your new release.
Title: Get Off My Cloud (Set In Stone)
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release date: December 29, 2017
Six months ago, Lucas met the woman of his dreams but after a night of amazing sex he woke up to find himself alone. Sent to rescue the daughter of a billionaire from her own folly, he discovers her to be the same woman, and this time he intends to make sure she stays put this time.
When Olivia discovers a herd of live dinosaurs existing on a small island in the South Pacific, she’s ecstatic. This discovery could crown her career as a paleontologist and put to rest the rumors that her daddy bought her position for her! Of course, when her father sends someone to drag her home, she’s not willing to comply and the couple must find a way to deal with the sizzling attraction between them while running from a herd of angry prehistoric beasts.
Read an Excerpt
The voyage had been rougher than Lucas had expected. The fishing trawler he’d rented to get himself from the mainland over to the small island where the target was located had bucked and heaved on the choppy waters, at times threatening to turn itself upside down. Not an ideal ride, but it did the job. He was on the island. Now all he needed to do was locate his employer’s daughter and convince her to leave with him. Grabbing his backpack of supplies, he set out to find her.
Good thing the island was so small. As it was, it was past noon before he caught sight of a battered old canvas tent on the east side of a grassy meadow at the foot of a small hill. He made his way down to the bottom of the hill, cursing the lack of any kind of trail to follow. The low scrub bush that blanketed the area made foot travel slow going. Once he made it to the edge of the flat meadow, he paused to scout out the lay of the land. He wasn’t sure of the best way to approach the woman. She had no idea who he was, and she just might be armed. She would be perfectly justified in defending herself against an unknown male who suddenly showed up unannounced. The last thing he wanted was to engage in a shootout with his employer’s daughter.
Lucas pulled his field glasses out of his backpack and studied the base camp. Two facts immediately slammed into his disbelieving brain. Hard to tell which was more astounding. Firstly, those four-legged creatures stretching up to munch on the tops of the trees definitely did look like dinosaurs.
And secondly, Mr. Billionaire’s daughter was none other than the woman he’d spent one unbelievably fabulous night with almost half a year ago. The woman who’d seduced him, fucked him gloriously senseless and then disappeared before he managed to regain consciousness the following morning.
Hell, he’d started to think he’d dreamed the whole thing. No woman could be that gorgeously curvy, that amazingly good in bed, and then just leave without expecting anything at all from him. He hadn’t even taken her out for dinner. Or breakfast. Not that he was cynical or anything but women were expensive. They didn’t do anything without expecting some kind of payback, and they sure as hell didn’t do all the things she’d done for him and with him and to him without very high expectations.
So when she’d disappeared without a trace, he’d been speechless. Speechless and, if he were honest with himself, just a tiny bit bereft.
He’d wanted more. More of her. More of them together. Taking a deep breath, he strode across the field toward the woman who’d starred in all of his X-rated dreams for the past six months.
He could tell the exact moment she became aware of his presence. Her head came up like a deer who’d suddenly scented a predator. She turned in his direction, and her lips formed a surprised “o.”
Yeah. She remembered him all right. It was in her eyes, in the way the pink tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips, in the way her nostrils flared as if breathing itself had become an issue.
Her lips curved upward in that slow, sexy smile he remembered so well, and it sent a bolt of heat straight to his groin. Instant hard-on. Yeah. That was her, all right. Olivia. New-age hippie. The first woman to ever love him all night and leave him wanting more the next morning.
He was close enough now to look right into her eyes, to see the warmth there, the genuine happiness at seeing him again. He didn’t get it. She looked thrilled to see him now, so why had she left that morning without so much as a fleeting message, or a goodbye kiss?
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