If someone were to recommend a book to you that had quintuplets in it what is the first thing that you’d think? Babies, right? Adorable little cherubs with squishy cheeks, ten fingers and ten toes times five…And possibly, because it is romance, some steamy scenes where those quints are conceived.
Now amazing and miraculous birth story aside (because, yup, I wrote that in book no. 3), what if I told you that in the Kingsbrier Quintuplets books it’s the five kids who are the focus of the plot? This is a large-cast family/saga series with sibling rivalries, alliances, secrets, and swoon-worthy guys falling for some seriously strong women.
The Quints aren’t your typical run of the mill romance. While each story is a standalone, everyone’s choices have an effect on the other family members. You get a chance to understand the quints perspectives on one another, how they were raised, and the choices they make based on the way their live’s intertwine. While you’re reading about one character, you can’t help but ponder how their sibling will react.
As a parent, we have children who misbehave. As readers, we love characters who dig themselves out of a heap of trouble. Well, let me tell you, for a writer the troublemakers who change the rules are completely different! I’m working on book no.4 (book 6 overall) and Adam is giving me one heck of a hard time. It’s ten years since he went out on his own. He’s been lying to his family and is on the outs with the only quint who knows. In walks the older sister of the girl of his dreams. She’s always thought he was the biggest player in Texas. It’s my job to get her to like the guy while they help plan the high school reunion.
Here’s a snippet from my WIP:
“I know not to get involved with my sister’s friends.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear over the noise of the crowd. “They’re too good for me.”
Temple’s eyes were wide when he pulled back. Then she shrugged and leaned an elbow on the bar, placing her knuckles up under her chin. “Glad you know your place.”
She really didn’t like him.
“You might want to watch for that glass,” he reminded her before inquiring, “Why are you here anyhow?”
“I’m off for the weekend, needed dinner and I was out of wine.” The wine seemed like the most important part so he asked her how many glasses she’d had. There wasn’t a plate on the bar and, luckily, the guy on the opposite side was with a date, but military training made him keenly aware that Temple attracted attention from other dark corners. “Two, no three. I ordered a third when I finished eating.”
“How are you getting home?”
“I have a car…Wait!” She smacked her forehead. “Are you propositioning me? For some reason, I thought you’d be smoother than that. Kingsbrier, you have a reputation to uphold. I’m,” she thought for a second, rubbing where she’d hit, “disappointed.”
Disappointed, he mouthed. Considering who was saying it and that the comment was about him, it made perfect sense.
“I’m going to drive you home. That’s all.”
She frowned. “I need my car.”
“Not tonight you don’t.”
Temple looked away. She placed a finger on the smooth part of the broken base, sliding it toward her. “If I’d cut myself would you’fsewn it up?” she slurred and he was glad he offered.
“Yeah,” He snagged her purse off of the chair back and placed it on her shoulder so that Temple didn’t absently forget it. As they stood she stumbled, catching herself with a palm on his chest and patted him there distastefully.
“Gotta love the Hippocratic Oath. I’d save you too, Kingsbrier. Even if I hate you.”
“Thanks. That’s reassuring,” he mumbled as she stumbled off. ©2018 Jody Kaye
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About Jody Kaye:
Jody’s husband asked what she’d been doing all day. After five years she finally confessed, “When no one is around, I write.”
Okay, It was more like trying to get out of saying a thing. Jody’s a writer. You want it pretty. Let’s compromise.
“Just finish one,” he said, challenging her to complete a story and share it. Little did he know that those words of encouragement meant they’d return from a family vacation with a wild and defiant set of quintuplets stumbling their way into adulthood. Wasn’t raising their three sons enough?
A native of nowhere, Jody settled in New England for 17 years before agreeing to uproot her brood of boys and move to North Carolina. She spends most of her time reading, writing, and hoping that her ravenous children haven’t managed to eat all the ingredients before she cooks dinner.
Thank you, Jody, for taking your time to do an author guest post on my blog! I downloaded your book Canvas on Amazon & I’m looking forward to reading it soon!