7 questions with . . . Suzanne Brockmann

Suzanne Brockmann, photo credit Shirin Tinati

You’ll never guess which fictional character Suzanne Brockmann would choose to have stranded on an island with her.

“Mr. Spock. And I’ll take him as played by either Leonard Nimoy or Zachary Quinto. Both versions rock.”

BookPage chatted with Brockmann about her newest Navy SEAL paranormal romance, Born to Darkness, our Romance of the Month. Read the 7 questions interview here.

Romance columnist Christie Ridgway promises “this sizzling story will draw readers into a world of frightening evil and heroic action” as an ex-SEAL and a super-human temptress risk their lives to take down a criminal organization.

Enjoy an excerpt from Born to Darkness (read more here):

Shane was winning when she walked in.

His plan was a simple one: spend a few hours here in this lowlife bar and win enough money playing pool to take the T down to Copley Square, where there was a cluster of expensive hotels. Hit one of the hotel bars, where the women not only had all of their teeth, but they also had corporate expense accounts and key cards to the comfortable rooms upstairs.

But drinks there were pricey. Shane had spent his remaining fifty-eight seconds at the Kenmore comm-station checking menus, and he knew he’d need at least twenty dollars just to sit at the bar and nurse a beer. Fifty to buy a lady a drink. And expense account or not, you had to be ready to start the game by buying the lady a drink.

But then she walked in—or rather limped in. She was smaller than the average woman, and slight of build. She’d also injured her foot, probably her ankle, but other than that, she carried herself like an operator. She’d certainly scanned the room like one as she’d come in.

Which was when Shane had gotten a hit from her eyes. They were pale and he couldn’t tell from this distance whether they were blue or green or even a light shade of brown. But the color didn’t matter, it was the glimpse he got of the woman within that had made him snap to attention—internally, that is.

She looked right at him, gave him some direct eye contact, then assessed him. She took a very brief second to appreciate his handsome face and trim form, catalogued him, and finally dismissed him.

Do you love a good SEAL romance?