Hey gang, it’s Kayce Lassiter and I’m waaay excited to be here! Let’s get to know each other. I’ll answer some questions to get us started, and you can join me at 7-8pm EST TODAY at the Love Romance Reads Group where I can get to know you. We’ll have fun and there will be lots of prizes!
I’m an Arizona native and I write romantic cowgirl fiction, sometimes with a touch of magic. You don’t have to be a cowgirl or a paranormal fan to love it, just a fan of fun stories with quirky characters. I have a twisted sense of humor and love characters that can’t be controlled, so be sure to give me a read.
Now, some fun interview questions…
Why interview yourself? It’s a good gig…I know the answers. No surprise questions. What’s not to love?
Got pets? Yep…3 dogs and 2 horses. The horses are pretty good, but Riley (brown dog) is the canine version of Dennis The Menace. This morning I caught him balancing on top of the woodpile on his back legs, front feet hooked over the top of the 5’ fence. Sigh. Why is it always Riley?
Ever go out in public with your shirt inside out? Of course! I generally just say, “Screw it!” If wearing my shirt inside out makes someone laugh, what’s the harm?
Do you cook? That should be reserved for those who can. My skill is in take-out.
Fuzzy or tube socks? Zany. Tube socks don’t come in zany.
Pet peeves? Bad drivers, cockroaches, weeds, telemarketers, toolbars that take over my computer, and parking lots with two aisles in a row both designated to go the same direction.
Favorite food? Chocolate anything.
Favorite alcoholic drink? Yes!
Hot dogs, hamburgers, or tacos? Uh-huh.
Jealous of other writers? Insanely!
Write naked? Not anymore. Village Inn won’t allow it and the flamingos at Dillon’s make me nervous when I’m naked.
Cowboy boots or flip-flops? Both…exclusively.
What keeps you sane as a writer? Is this a trick question? You can’t be sane and be a writer. Who came up with this question?
Alpha, beta, or both? Both. Why limit myself?
City or suburb? Country all the way!
Slay a dragon or tame it? If it didn’t turn my butt into a fried fritter first, I’d probably try to tame it. I don’t believe in slaying dragons…unless they’re the mean ones with halitosis and warts on their noses that don’t like anything but virgins. Just sayin’…
Where can we stalk you? The word “stalk” makes me itchy. But if you’re not a forty-year-old man living in your mother’s basement with her body in the freezer, playing video games in your tighty-whities and cutting letters out of magazines to paste into notes, then stop by and say hi.
That’s my story, baseless and bonkers, and I’m stickin’ to it. Hang on tight now, cuz’ we’re gonna go real, real fast!