Over the next week or so, I’m going to be interviewing each of the eight authors in the Only One Bed: A Steamy Romance Anthology Vol 1 (Romancing The Trope). I’ve put them in alphabetical order and a quick reminder that this blog uses Amazon Affiliated links.
Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of a romance-obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She’s a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart main characters, humor, love at first sight (or pretty damn close), happily ever afters & of course, dirty & steamy love scenes.
Your story in the Only One Bed anthology is ONE BED OF A PICKUP TRUCK. What was the inspiration for the story?
Dee & Julian both grew up in a small town in Upstate New York like I did. One of the beautiful things about the romance genre is the fantasy of finding the one person (or people) who complete you & even though life will sometimes get in the way you will always find your way to each other.
What do you love about the Only One Bed trope?
One bed can mean many things in romance. It can be a source of conflict or a source of resolution. It’s really up to the author to find a creative way to make it interesting and there are so many possibilities.
Are any of your other books connected to your story in the Only One Bed anthology?
Julian and Nadirah’s story is a complete standalone, but Julian does have a brother…
“Hey big head, pass me my phone.” Julian slid his hand across the console, his large palm was outstretched, the backs of his fingertips grazing my thigh, making my breath catch in my throat.
I held the phone out of his reach. “No. You shouldn’t be using your phone while you’re driving and don’t call me big head.” He didn’t grab for it but his hand lingered on my thigh for a second before pulling away. I was glad I was wearing shorts and very glad that I shaved above the knee for a change.
“My deepest apologies, Dee Dee,” he said, not sounding very sorry at all.
I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips. No one called me Dee Dee anymore except family. Julian was my brother’s oldest friend and we all grew up together, sort of. They were three years older than me, but it might as well have been a decade separating us. We’d only been in high school for one year together. I’d been a freshman while they were seniors. Julian and Marcus were popular athletes and I was the nerdy little sister. I don’t mean to make it sound rude. Marcus is a great big brother and Julian was always nice to me, but we always had different interests.
We grew up in the same small town in the mountains of upstate New York. By some chance we both ended up based in New York City. He was a “kind of a big deal” photographer and I was a grad student at NYU. My brother suggested we ride together to his wedding this weekend. I was planning to take the bus so this was a much better plan.
“Hey, what are you over there daydreaming about?” Julian’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “If you’re not going to let me use my phone, you at least have to talk to me.”
I looked over to see him grinning at me with two rows of perfect teeth, glittering brown eyes and dimples carved into his perfect deep brown complexion.
I cleared my throat when I’d just realized I was staring at him, and dragged my eyes away to stare at his phone in my lap.
Buy Only One Bed: A Steamy Romance Anthology Vol 1 (Romancing The Trope) here (Amazon Affiliated link):