She has won numerous writing awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.
When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.
Currently residing in Michigan with her husband and overgrown lapdog, she is a member of RWA national and Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America.
1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
Okay, this will probably be an eclectic bunch, but here goes. *g*
Morgan Freeman. He just strikes me as someone you could sit down and have a really interesting conversation with. Plus I’m sort of in love with his voice. I’d probably make things really awkward by staring at him a lot and asking if he’d sing a duet with me.
Idris Elba. He’s gorgeous and has a great sense of humor. I’d probably make things awkward by staring at him a lot and asking him to dance with me.
Henry Cavil. Here’s another incredibly gorgeous man. And he has that accent going for him. I’ll probably make things awkward by staring at him a lot and confiding that I’ve freeze-framed his naked butt so many times while watching The Tudors that the DVD might be ruined now.
2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
Oh, man. There have been so many people who’ve been an inspiration to me in one way or another. I guess if I had to pick the one who really impacted my life, it’s my third grade teacher. She was the one who encouraged me to be a writer. Who first saw that spark of something in me. I’d never even given it any thought before her. I just knew that I liked to make up stories about unicorns and aliens. Yes, even back then! LOL. But her encouragement stuck with me through the years, right up until the day I got published, and even now. When I have my low days and I’m convinced I can’t even string together a solitary sentence, I think about her faith in my stories. It’s a reminder to me to never give up and keep reaching for my dream.
3. How would your best friend describe you?
Quirky, loyal, funny, and a snappy dresser with mad dance skills. Okay, I might have made those last two up. Unless she never reads this, in which case all of it’s true.
4. How do you handle criticism?
Well, first I sharpen the pins for my voodoo doll...totally kidding! Maybe. I think it depends entirely on the context of the criticism and how it’s delivered. I’m a pretty easy going, go with the flow type of gal. It takes a fair amount to get under my toughened hide. But I fully admit that if someone dishes out criticism in a snarky manner it might trigger my own snark button, because it’s pretty loosey goosey to begin with. However, I never ever comment or engage with critical reviews of my books. We’ve all seen how that never ends well! Besides, I’ve been at this long enough to figure out that it’s completely impossible to be everyone’s cup of tea. All you can do is keep putting out books that you love and hope that your readers will too.
5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
See my comment above about not being able to please everyone. I think that’s super important and goes a long way in keeping an author sane—as we can be! Next would be a healthy sense of humor. Anything and everything will be thrown at you in this business. Being able to take it in stride and possibly even laugh at it as you’re pulling your hair out will stand you well in the tough, trying times. It won’t help you with those random bald spots from all the hair pulling, but you can’t have everything, right? Number three is kind of big for me, but I realize it may not be as critical for some others. A strong support unit. This can be a significant other/family member or other writers. Ideally both. This is a really solitary business when we’re bunkered in our writer caves. Sometimes it’s really easy to forget you’re not alone. That there are other actual humans walking the face of the earth. We spend a lot of time in our heads, and that can be a wonderful, magical place to be. But it can also be scary and lonely at times too. Our support unit can pull us out of our vast pit of despair over a character not talking to us, or the certainty that we’ll never hit that deadline and finish the book. They’ll remind us that not hitting a bestseller list with our most recent book doesn’t mean we’re a crappy writer and should just pack it in and become a professional goat herder instead. Even though that would be an entirely kickass job. I mean, come on. GOATS!
6. What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
Hm, I’d have to say that my greatest strength is my stubbornness. I know in theory that’s not supposed to be seen as a positive trait, and I’m sure that plenty of people in my life would agree with that assessment wholeheartedly. But my stubbornness means I’ll stick with something until I see it through. I’ll pretty much never ever give up on anything until it’s absolutely proven to me that it’s not meant to be. Then I’ll still probably try to find a way to turn that around for at least another week or so before finally moving on to something else. My biggest weakness is I’m a professional worrywart. I will literally lie in bed and think up a million different things I should be dreading over. Some of them incredibly ridiculous. Like I’ll recall that time in the fourth grade when that girl passed me in the hall and said “Hi” and I said “Hi” back, but now that I think about it there’s a good chance she wasn’t talking to me and now she probably thinks I’m a complete moron because obviously she’s still thinking about this THIRTY-FIVE YEARS LATER.
7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
I pretty much need a completely distraction-free zone. Which naturally goes right along with my need to blast heavy metal music in my earphones while I’m writing. I know, I don’t get it either.
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Glitter Baby by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I’d read a ton of romance before picking up that book, but it was my first contemporary RomCom. I immediately fell in love with her voice and knew right then and there that I’d discovered the genre of romance that really called to my heart.
9. Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time?
Gardening, surfing the internet, furthering my obsession with Candy Crush, going for hikes, just to name a few. I absolutely adore crafting—I used to actually do that as a side business back in the day. Sadly I don’t have as much time to explore that creative side of myself these days though.
10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
The latest book I wrote was Kinky Curves. It’s part of a multi-author box set that’s releasing on Friday. My heroine, Charlie, is a phone sex operator. And no, I don’t have a secret phone sex operator identity! Or do I...I’m never telling. ;) The thing with Charlie is that she has some serious body image issues because of some pretty despicable things that happened to her in the past. When I was a kid I had some similar issues with being bullied. Not so much with my weight, but my family moved around a lot and I was always the new kid on the block. That made me the outsider and different, which can make you a target with your peers. I hated going to school and I’d look for any excuse or opportunity to get out of it. It took me a long time to get over my issues and break out of my shell. And even now I still struggle at times, though trust me, nowhere near as much as I used to. So that’s my connection to Charlie, and she’s actually a little bit of a form of therapy for me.
Charlie Cross is the reigning queen of dirty talk. As a phone sex operator, she’s fielded every kink and fetish in the book. Nothing fazes her. Okay, not entirely true. There’s one client who’s gotten under her skin. Grady. He’s dangerously close to peeling back the layers she’s worked so hard to keep hidden. And the last thing she needs is for him to discover the truth—how completely imperfect she is.
Grady The Grinder Montana. With a name like that he must be a stripper, right? Guilty as charged. He’s damn good at it too. Forget moves like Jagger, his make the Benjamins rain. Women scream his name every night. On stage or in bed, the result’s the same. Not one damn bit of it matters, though. The only real thing in his life is Charlie. With her he’s only Grady. The Grinder doesn’t exist. Their relationship is uncomplicated, liberating, and...perfect.
Until the day their worlds crash together. No illusions. No safety nets. Just two damaged, dirty, perfectly imperfect people about to fall hard. Love isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s messy and real. And exactly what you need.
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1XWTM45
All Romance: http://bit.ly/1Qcgpyr
Charlie leaned against the sink basin, only to spring away from it a second later when something cold and wet seeped into her pants. Her focus veered from the puddle of water on the edge of the counter and up to the mirror. A big, incriminating wet spot sat smack dab on her left buttcheek. She smothered a groan. Could this get any worse? Don’t say shit like that. It was only asking for trouble, because the universe was usually more than happy to oblige.
Grady stepped around her and snagged a handful of paper towels from the dispenser. Before she could grab them from him, he pressed the crumpled wad on her soaked rear and began blotting it. And that was how fate reminded her it could be worse. So much worse. The hottest guy in the world with his hands all over her big booty. She should be enjoying this, but all she wanted to do was crawl beneath a rock. Instead she expelled a shaky breath. “You make me nervous as hell.” Oh God. Did she really blurt that out loud? Apparently she was determined to keep making this as awkward as humanly possible.
A frown pulled Grady’s eyebrows into a low V and he glanced up from his task. “Why?”
She couldn’t tell him about her baggage. Of all the insecurities she hoarded like a squirrel with a massive case of OCD. So she gave him a small snapshot of the bigger picture. “Look at you. I can’t get my brain to function with all of this going on.” She gestured to his muscular torso. “I feel like I’m stumbling over my tongue. I don’t know how to talk to you like a normal person. And I can’t even blame it on you having your hand on my ass.” Although, that certainly wasn’t helping matters.
“I’m still me, Charlie. Grady. Or McHorny. You’ve always been able to talk to me. Our openness with each other has always been one of the things I love about us.”
Us. He made it sound like they were a couple or something. Lord, that would be the oddest pairing in history. Other than their mutual kinkiness, they came from different worlds. He was sexy beyond words and ridiculously fit. She was...the opposite. No amount of crunches and squats would diminish her curves and get rid of her butt and tummy. She would never be one of those skinny girls who could wear Daisy Dukes and midriff-bearing tops without earning scornful ridicule from the masses. And right now, she felt like a big ole fraud. Because despite Grady’s claim of them being open with each other, she’d let him believe she was something she wasn’t—a perfect sex goddess who had her shit together. Well, now the illusion was pretty much shattered to smithereens.
Website – http://www.jodiredford.com
Pinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/jodiredford3/
Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Redford/e/B002YUEZ0U