Chris Scully’s Nights Like These

I enjoy Chris Scully’s books. I’m excited to read her newest one, Nights Like These. A little romance, a little mystery. I had the chance to sit down and talk with her about some very serious topics, like would she travel to the future or the past with The Doctor. After the interview, read all about this wonderful book, including an excerpt that will make you want to keep reading. At the very bottom, be sure to enter for a chance to win a copy of the book.

Amanda C. Stone: Good morning! Thank you for joining me today Chris. I’m so glad to have you.
Chris Scully: Thanks for having me Amanda.
ACS: If you were a candy bar what would you taste like?
CS: I hope you know you’re talking to a candy bar connoisseur, here.
ACS: Really? I wonder what kind of certifications I’d need to become a connoisseur too!
CS: I could say I’m an M&M (hard shell on the outside and melty chocolate on the inside) but that sounds trite, doesn’t it?
ACS: I don’t know. You can’t go wrong with a classic like that.
CS: Actually I think I’m more like a Cadbury Picnic bar. This is something I first had in the UK. It’s a crispy wafer covered in caramel, peanuts, raisins and of course, chocolate. At first you’re thinking, who the heck would put all that together? But it works. It’s a bit of everything. Sweet, salty, chewy, crunchy. Something different in each bite. What more could you want?
ACS: Take out those raisins and it would be the perfect candy bar indeed! If you could be famous/infamous for one thing, what would you choose?
CS: Yikes. I’ve always lived my life “under the radar”, avoiding undue attention. I think infamy is out—unless it’s for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. So it has to be fame then. I wish I could say I’d like to be famous for negotiating world peace, but that’s a little out of my league. In reality, I’d want to be famous for writing. I want to write that book—not necessarily a record-busting best-seller—but one that endures after I’m gone.
ACS: I’d say being known for your books after you’re gone is a great goal to have. You are traveling with The Doctor (or any other time traveling person). Would you visit the past or the future?
CS: Ooh, can it be Paul McGann? He only did one Dr. Who movie, but I have such a crush. He has the sexiest voice. I’d love to be trapped in the tardis with him! Anyway, it would definitely be the past. My major was in history. In particular I’m drawn to the periods of Tudor England or Ancient Rome. I’d love to have the chance to experience it first-hand, especially if I knew I wasn’t permanently stuck there. As long as there were no daleks involved—those things still freak me out.
ACS: Hooray for another Doctor fan! There will definitely be no Daleks on your trip. Do you have a library card and know where it is?
CS: It’s in my wallet. I live two blocks from my local branch and while my reading habits fluctuate, I do drop in about once a month. I love just wandering the shelves and finding something new—waiting for serendipity to strike. I’m also a (non-practicing) librarian, so I whole-heartedly support the public library system.
ACS: I love how many people still have library cards. I love it! If there were a movie about your life, who would you want to play you? It can be anyone alive or dead.
CS: First off, if there were a movie about my life, it would be a regular snore-fest. Unless of course it was about my fantasy life. Hmm, then it would probably be NC-17. I think it would have to be someone unknown and unconventional—not your typical Hollywood actress. Like Emma Stone (before she became an “A” lister) or Lena Dunham (before fame went to her head). Or even a less polished, androgynous Tilda Swinton-type (except she’s way too cool and classy to play me)!
ACS: Oh, some pretty amazing people on that list of yours. Thank you so much for stopping by! It was great to have you!
CS: Thank you. I had so much fun.

Starting over sucks. At forty, Miles Koprowski thought he had life all figured out. He had a nice car, a hot young lover, and a cushy job… and then he didn’t. Call it fate, or karma, or a downturn in the market, but this opinionated cynic is now forced to play rent-a-cop in a dying office building in the burbs just to make ends meet. Throw in an unhinged ex, a coworker who hates him, and a hot new boss, and suddenly everything is uncertain.

Miles doesn’t plan on liking the night shift or becoming embroiled in a mystery that reawakens old passions and puts him in danger. And he certainly doesn’t plan on falling for the overbearing head of security, Colton Decker, former soldier and doting dad. But nights like these can change a man, make him start to believe there’s more to life than a high paying job and a warm body in his bed. With a thief on the loose and his new job in jeopardy, Miles will have to decide what’s truly important. He might discover things he never knew he wanted… as long as he makes it through the night.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumb—” I managed to sputter before my mouth stopped working entirely and dropped open. The ability to speak, to think, deserted me at the first sight of the hunky stranger standing in front of me, his face contorted with apology as he tried to mop up my sodden jacket with a handful of napkins. He was a few inches taller than me—closer to six feet—and on the stocky side. His broad shoulders filled out a nicely tailored suit, and he projected an air of confidence that I’d never be able to pull off in a million years. He was clean-shaven too, with a dark buzz cut that made me long to run a hand over his head simply to feel the texture. And gorgeous. Did I happen to mention that?

In short, he was the kind of guy you’d want to be stranded with on a deserted island; the kind you could count on to save you. If you were so inclined. Me? I didn’t need saving.

A pair of friendly, light-colored eyes now stared back at me, bemused. Odd that his lips were moving, but no sound was coming out.

“What?” I asked, blinking back to attention. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had literally made me speechless. Me, Miles Koprowski, who never met a silence he didn’t want to fill.

Hell, I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been on the receiving end of a full-body pat-down either. At least not so quickly. His hands were still drifting over my chest, wiping up the last drips of coffee, and the simple touch was doing alarming things to my heart rate.

“Are you okay?” he demanded. “Did you get burned?” Before I could react, he seized my wrist and held my hand up for inspection. Strong, lightly calloused fingers, I added to my mental list. Working hands. Dumbly, I looked down. The skin on the back of my right hand was red and stung like a son of a bitch, but it wasn’t blistering. I did flinch slightly when he skimmed his thumb over the sensitive area, but not from pain, more from the touch itself. My entire body lit up, as though I’d stuck a finger in an electrical socket. “It doesn’t look too bad. I think you’ll live. Put some aloe on it when you get home.”

“Doctor?” I croaked, because really, that would be too perfect.

“Nope. Just seen a lot of injuries.” His lips twitched with barely contained amusement. “Sorry to disappoint you.” Sense of humor, check.

About Chris:
CHRIS SCULLY lives in Toronto, Canada where she grew up spinning romantic stories in her head. When the tedium of a corporate day job grew too much, she took a chance and found her creative escape in writing. Always searching for something different, she has discovered a home in M/M romance and strives to give her characters the happy endings they deserve.

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