#PlottingPrincesses host author Anne Conley What are her Best Laid Plans? #MFRWorg #RLFblog #romance

The Plotting Princesses welcome Anne Conley! Let's get to know Anne:

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She's been writing for public consumption for the last four years.  She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

Speed Round:

Favorite movie:  Dead Poet’s Societ 
Favorite book:  Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See 
Last book read:  Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda by Tara Lee Reed 
Favorite color: Blue Stilettos or flip-flops:  flip-flops 
Coffee or tea:  Coffee 
E-book or paperback:  E-book 

Pencil or pen: Blue ink pen
Favorite song:  Hey, I Don’t Know by The Kongos
Streak or not:  Not
Favorite dessert:  Chocolate cake
Champagne or gin:  Gin
Paranormal or Historical:  Historical
Ginger or Mary Ann:  Ginger
Favorite TV show:  Friends
Hot or cold:  Hot
POV:  3rd
I'd die if I don't have: my kids

While 23 year-old Taylor is completely caught off guard by 41 year-old Alexander’s maturity and the difference between him and every other boy she’s dated, Alexander’s busy trying to figure out how to tell her he’s the lawyer suing her pants off. 

Excerpt from The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men:

{Taylor} listened idly as the boy moved on to talk about the way the sun highlighted his hair in the summer time, wondering what the sun would do to Alexander’s hair.  It was straight, black, and shiny, flopping over his forehead where he kept it longer on top.  The sparse strands of silver at his temples lent him a distinguished air.  She could have run her fingers through the silky strands all afternoon.

“Well, well, well…”  Sandra’s gaze turned mischievous, and Taylor turned to see who had captured her attention.  And promptly lost all ability to breathe.  She was barely aware of Sandra’s muttered curses as she wiggled into the pocket of her jeans to extract the money, throwing it at Tess across the table.

Alexander had gone home to change as well.  Gone was the suit and tie.  A pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt graced his long, lean body.  The shirt fit well over his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to expose tan, corded forearms.

“Holy…” She took a sip of her drink, sucking it down to the ice to cool the pooling warmth inside.  Her heart was beating fast, slamming against her chest painfully.  Taylor watched his gaze travel the crowded club before finding them seated along the edge in the curved booth.  His arctic blue eyes flashed from searching to triumphant to predatory in an instant, and the pool of warmth spread through her core.


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