BLOG TOUR: FAMILY JEWELS BY M J O'SHEA!

A big welcome to M J O'Shea who is stopping by on her wonderful blog tour for her new release, Family Jewels! Before we start, I asked M J a few questions....

1. Are you a pantster or a plotter?

Definitely a plotter! There’s always room for changes and improvements on the original plot, but I find half the fun is sitting there with a blank sheet of paper mapping out what’s going to happen.

2. Where do you get your titles from?

All over, really. Sometimes I think of a fun title and then make up a story to go with it, sometimes the book is done and I’m STILL trying to think of a title that will fit it perfectly. There are a few titles I’ve never been 100% happy with. I think that happens with any job though.

With Corkscrewed, Family Jewels, and the third one X Marks the Spot, I wanted them to have funny, light titles to reflect the light banter-y nature of the books. The titles came before the plots on those ones, I just knew I wanted it to be a con job on a vineyard, a book about a jewel thief, and a classic treasure hunt:)

3. Who is your favourite character in your new release, and why?

Actually, lol, I really really like Corbin’s mother. She’s nagging and in his business and wants the best for him, just like a lot of mothers would, but she also happens to be incredibly smart and one of the best thieves in the world. She’s never in scene, most of her role comes in the form of phone calls, but I loved writing her and Corbin’s dialogue.

4. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, do you find different bands work better for

different types of scenes, and who do you listen to the most?

I actually can’t. haha. I couldn’t even have music on if I was doing something like this. I spent so many years as a music student and musician that I’m very well trained to pay the most attention to that if it’s available for me to pay attention to. I’ll make playlists to listen to while I’m thinking about the book and plotting in my head, and that’s very effective, but other than that it has to be off.

5. Have you always wanted to be a writer? Or was there another profession you wanted to

follow while you were growing up?

Yes, and yes:) I have definitely always wanted to be a writer, but I also wanted to be a professional pianist (nearly went that direction), an archaeologist, a muralist, and a dancer (got WAY too tall for that lol). I also wanted to be Peter Pan, lol. Sometimes I feel sorry for my mother…

6. If you could visit any country in the world, which one would you choose?

Oh, MAN. I suppose my top answer is easy. Ireland! A lot of my family at the grandparents level was from there and I’ve never been still. Other than Ireland, my next answer is pretty much everywhere. Or Bora Bora. It looks incredibly beautiful.

7. How do you overcome writer’s block?

The best way for me is to push it and make myself write something. I might chuck every single word I wrote, but it gets the juices flowing again.

8. Do you have a set writing timetable for yourself?

No, unfortunately. I probably should but I’ve never been very good with schedules. Probably why I enjoy this career so much. I tend to write at night and do more of the other things like blogging and accounting etc during the day.

9. What advice would you give to a writer just starting out? And was there a particular piece of

advice you were given yourself that has stuck with you?

I was on my own at first. When I wrote my first book, I didn’t even know this whole community existed. Everything was quite a bit smaller back in 2010 than it is now. I would say get to know people! Obviously writing is the most important part of being a writer, but everything is more fun and interesting if you have people to bounce ideas off of and talk to.

10. Finally... if you could have a dinner party and invite five people, living or dead, who would

they be?

Hmmm let’s see. I think Jane Austen is a given. I love her sarcasm and dry wit. Probably Danny Elfman because I’d love to talk about music with him. Neil Gaiman, Drew Barrymore, and Nathan Fillion because they all seem to have great personalities.

Thank you so much for having me stop by!

Title: Family Jewels

Author: M.J. O’Shea

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Length: 200 Pages

Release Date: 27^th April, 2015

Blurb: Corbin Ford, aka the Nightwatchman, named for the antique pocket watches he leaves behind at jobs, has been in the cat-burgling business for years. His father was. His grandfather was. His mother is still one of the most renowned thieves. Corbin likes his high-profile heists, priceless paintings from private collections, artifacts from museums, but his favorite? Jewels. Sparkly, beautiful jewels. If they’re famous, better yet.

Interpol agent Luke Eldridge has one goal and one goal only: to catch the Nightwatchman. Luke’s been after him for months, but getting the slip time and again is getting embarrassing. Luke has never even laid eyes on the bastard, but he’d happily strangle him. And then arrest him.

When Luke meets Corbin, the man of his dreams, he falls hard and fast… only to catch Corbin red-handed with his hand in a jewelry case at the scene of the highest-profile murder that’s rocked the international world in years.

London, March.

“We’ve got something you need to see, Luke. You’d better get over here now.”

Luke Eldridge sighed into his phone. He glanced at the slices of pizza he’d just picked up from a food cart down on the Camden Lock. Looked like there was more cold pizza in his future. Typical. Irritating, but typical.

“Where are you?” Luke asked. He dragged himself off his soft leather couch. It made a disgusting squelching sound. Luke turned and halfheartedly wiped the seat off. He was tired from the run he’d forced himself to take, wet, and starting to chill as heat escaped through his damp T-shirt. The last thing he wanted to do was get back into a suit and go out in the cold he’d just escaped from.

Rob, one of his oldest friends from his days in the FBI academy, rattled off a very upper crust Kensington address.

“Jesus. Is this one going to make the morning press?” Luke asked. People who lived at addresses like that tended to make the news. His job was always harder when he had a ton of panicking socialites breathing down his neck guarding their beloved possessions. He didn’t need them or the news vans outside his crime scene.

“Probably. I’ll try to put it off as long as I can, but you know how it works. Just get your ass over here. Waterman’s on my dick already.”

“Sounds unpleasant.” Luke chuckled under his breath. “Does that surprise you?”

“Not really.”

Didn’t surprise Luke either. Their division chief within Interpol Art Crimes was all about the high profile cases. Art, jewelry, anyone with a Lord or Lady attached to their name. Even the odd Sir here and there. Cases like that were good press for the agency, he always said. Probably more like good for getting his face on the camera. Waterman was a media whore extraordinaire. Usually Luke didn’t care, but when they were in the middle of trying to open a case, it kind of pissed him off.

Luke felt it would be better to deal with the press after they had some solid leads, or, you know, someone in custody, but far be it for him to correct Waterman. He’d spent the last eight years trying to overcome the hereditary American-ness Waterman deemed a deep character flaw. If he started correcting the guy now, he might as well sign his own pink slip.

“I can be there in fifteen minutes. Waterman won’t even be done fixing his hair for the cameras,” Luke told Rob. He was already in his suit pants and shaking out his dress shirt. It felt a little stale from a long day, but he wasn’t going to put on a new one for a late evening call. If all went well, Luke would be back in his sweats and on his couch in less than an hour.

“Try to make it ten. I’m not in the mood to get my skin pulled off a strip at a time.”

He sounded like his typical sarcastic self, but the tone of his friend’s voice was different. Worried, maybe. “What’s going on, Rob? What are you leaving out?”

“There’s something weird about this one. Might cause us a lot of shit in the near future if I’m right.”

“Are you going to tell me or play guessing games?” Luke wasn’t in the mood to play anything. All he wanted to do was eat some still-warm pizza, crawl into bed, and sleep for days—or at least until his alarm went off at six. He’d gotten way too little sleep lately. He hadn’t gotten enough sleep in years.

Rob cleared his throat nervously. “You need to see this for yourself. Just get here, man.”

Luke disconnected the call. He finished dressing, shoved one piece of his pizza on a paper towel, and grabbed his keys. He could eat it on the way without ruining his suit. Even if he spilled, fuck it. Luke wasn’t going to sacrifice one more decent dinner to the cause.

It had rained earlier, and the London streets were still slick and dark, half frozen in the early spring chill, but at least it was quiet. The air was close to freezing, too. Unseasonably low temps, but sadly not by much. After all the years he’d been in London, the winters still got to him, cold and wet, the kind that seemed to creep all the way into the center of his chest—nothing like his childhood home in South Carolina or even Virginia, where he’d lived and worked his first few years out of the academy. Sometimes Luke missed the old optimistic years at Quantico. These days it seemed like the cold was impossible to shake. It seeped into his bones and camped out until nothing he did could warm him through.

I’m getting old.

The stone row houses slipped past, nestled together, dark on the outside like everything else, interiors shining and cheery against the insidious, creeping chill. Everyone who knew better was inside somewhere, enjoying dinner, relaxing with the people they loved. They didn’t look alone. He’d figured long ago his hopes for being one of them had probably passed. Luke loved his job, it was his life, but some nights he wouldn’t mind a break. Luke bypassed their unit’s Westminster offices in favor of going straight to the scene. He didn’t need anything but what he had on him. Hopefully he’d be in and out in time for the late news.

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I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.

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