Title: Pitch Imperfect
Author: Elise Alden
Publisher: Carina Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2014
Length: 489 KB / 225 Pages
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Once-famous singer Anjuli Carver has returned to tiny Heaverlock Village alone and nearly broke. She’s poured every last penny into a rambling Victorian manor, hoping to start over. Trouble is, her money pit is falling to pieces and the only restoration architect for miles is Rob Douglas…her ex-fiancé.
For eight years, Rob has regretted not telling Anjuli why he never answered her letters. Being left at the altar broke his heart, but being used for sex one night in London after the fact nearly drove him to the edge of sanity, and he’ll be damned if he allows Anjuli to wreak havoc on his life again. He’ll restore her manor, all right, and give her taste of her own medicine while he’s at it.
But how long can revenge last when memories of their shared past keep rushing to the surface?
Soon, Rob wants answers. Why did Anjuli leave the international spotlight to become a recluse in the Scottish Borderlands? And why does she refuse to sing? Anjuli wants nothing more than to be left alone with her grief, even as she struggles to keep her sexy fantasies about Rob in check. With gossipy villagers, interfering friends and more secrets between them than notes on a scale, Anjuli and Rob will need to find forgiveness in order to work together, then decide if they’re willing to risk it all on an encore performance.
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Do you like kissing in public?
I like kissing my husband and children wherever the urge hits me, private or public. Supermarket or sofa. As for kissing other people, years ago I was faced with a cultural decision: to smooch or not to smooch. I am from Latin America and we are touchy-feely people. One or two kisses on the cheek when we meet and greet and sometimes three (I reserve those for tall, dark and handsomes). I knew the culture in the UK was different, but when I moved to Britain I wasn’t able to stop kissing people, no matter if they wanted me to or not. I just…couldn’t. I am a smoocher, and my innate response is to invade personal space and kiss away—not the air around someone’s cheeks. That is, unless they are stinky, in which case I emulate the Brits and droll out a ‘How do you do?’
What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
Damn it, this question was getting to me! I’d been trying to think of something I could remember, wondering if I was so horrible I couldn’t remember anyone doing something really sweet for me. I was thinking ‘epic romantic feats’ or ‘momentous gestures or gifts’, and then it hit me. The sweetest thing someone has done for me is something that happens every day, and something I take for granted most of the time. When I told my husband I wanted to quit my job and be a full-time writer, he took a deep breath and said, “Go for it, I’ll support you in every way I can.” And he has! Not just financially, but with the chores we’ve always shared: cooking, washing, cleaning, household shopping and even doing the tax returns. He picks the children up, takes them to their activities and has kept the house running for the past two years—and never once complained. I’ve spent long hours, seven days a week learning the craft and perfecting my novels for publication, and he’s listened to my plot conundrums and hugged me to sleep when I am stressed during edits. I don’t thank him enough, but that is going to change!
Which Star Trek or Star Wars character are you most like?
I think I’m like Chewbacca. My bushy brown hair is a nightmare to keep sleek and smooth, for one. Then there’s the way I communicate in growls and aggressive moans when my loved ones are threatened. Like Chewy, I’m a good ‘second in command’: smart, with fast reaction times and I respond well to instructions—when they suit. Otherwise, watch out. I’ve been known to whomp a few people with words when they are mean, racist or bigoted, or when they threaten to take away my spaceship. Otherwise I am content to live in the background, follow the plot and make sure things keep ticking along as they should, only interjecting the odd scrambled growl when necessary. And to scare people off, ‘cause that’s fun.
First book you remember making an indelible impression on you.
The Diary of Anne Frank. I read this when I was eight and can still remember every emotion I went through. I felt connected to Anne, as if I knew her, and I struggled with what happened to her and her family. I had nightmares about being taken to concentration camps, and about my mother dying. The Diary of Anne Frank was my introduction to hatred and racism, to violence and pain inflicted on the innocent, and I’ll never forget it. Nor will I forget reading about Anne’s father, crying as I thought of his return to the scene of his family’s destruction. Wondering how he managed to live the rest of his life with such a burden of sadness. To this day, thinking about it makes me cry.
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Elise reads, writes and revels in romance, and is never happier than when caught up in a heart-thumping, sweat-your-socks-off tale—hers or somebody else’s. She loves creating stories about flawed characters, people for whom love isn’t simply a question of boy-meets-girl, but a gut wrenching journey of transformation.