Interview with Jessica Scott, author of All of You

Posted February 4, 2014 by Sophia Rose in Book Tour, Interview / 0 Comments

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Hello Delighted Readers!  Today we welcome one of the top writers of Contemporary Military Romance to our blog for the first time and I am school-girl squealing with excitement because I adore her Coming Home series.  Many of you know this since I have posted my reviews on each of the books starting with Because of You nearly two years ago.  You want touching romance, well-developed characters and plots and an authentic backdrop, she’s the gal.  And because she’s such a sport, I’m going to play a little game with her. Hehe!  We’ll call it Tell Us Five.

Welcome Jessica!

First of all, please help our readers get to know you or get to know you better by telling us five things about Jessica Scott.

You mean other than I’m certifiable? Okay, I have a weakness for raisin bread, I like heavy metal like Five Finger Death Punch as well as country music like Luke Bryan and Randy Houser, I’m truly lazy at heart no matter how much I work out, I’m a complete and total make up horse and I love love love tiramisu.

Now, please give us five heroes/heroines with one trait or description of character about each (ex:  Laura- brave).

SGT Vic Carponti (I’ll Be Home for Christmas): Funny and loyal

SFC Shane Garrison (Because of You): hardheaded and noble

CPT Evan Loehr (Until There Was You): Steadfast and loyal

CPT Trent Davila (Back to You): broken and brave

SFC Reza Iaconelli (All for You): fierce and proud

Share five favorite quotes from the series.

Oh jeeze this is a tough one.

From ALL FOR YOU: “I think we’ve had this conversation before. The one where you’re drunk and I’m an idiot for being here.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I’d like to skip it if it’s all the same to you. Right now, I’d like to make sure you don’t die in a pool of your own vomit.”

From BACK TO YOU:  “”Once she never would have thought the silence would grow too loud or that his empty side of the bed would become too heavy to bear. Once she would have waited forever for him to come home to her. But forever was a long time. And her faith in their love had diet long ago on some distant battle field.”

From Because of You: “Seeing how I’ve held your penis in my hand, I think that puts you firmly in the not a stranger category.”

Five thoughts about the latest book, All for You.

The chemistry between Reza and Emily is off the charts.

There’s some pretty heavy stuff between those pages.

Reza is my favorite character to date.

I cried writing the ending.

It’s a happily ever after with a dose of reality.

And finally, five things that are abso-musts in a military care package to a soldier/sailor/marine serving abroad (let’s see if I got it right when I put one together for my friend).

I’ll give the safe answer: candy and magazines.

What a trooper!  Thank you for playing along, Jessica.  Do you have a future project about which you wish to share or closing thoughts?

Thanks so much for having me! I hope people will read the books and come away with understanding, you know?

Review All For You by Jessica ScottALL FOR YOU by Jessica Scott (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $2.99)

Can a battle-scarred warrior . . .

Stay sober. Get deployed. Lead his platoon. Those are the only things that matter to Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli. What he wants is for everyone to stay out of his way; what he gets is Captain Emily Lindberg telling him how to deal with his men. Fort Hood’s newest shrink is smart as a whip and sexy as hell. She’s also full of questions-about the army, its soldiers, and the agony etched on Reza’s body and soul.

. . . open his heart to love?

Emily has devoted her life to giving soldiers the care they need-and deserve. Little does she know that means facing down the fierce wall of muscle that is Sergeant Iaconelli like it’s just another day at the office. When Reza agrees to help her understand what makes a soldier tick, she’s thrilled. Too bad it doesn’t help her unravel the sexy warrior in front of her who stokes her desire and touches a part of her she thought long dead. He’s the man who thinks combat is the only escape from the demons that haunt him. The man who needs her most of all . . .



About the author:

Jessica ScottUSA Today bestselling author Jessica Scott is a career army officer; mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs; wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she’s a pretty good shot with her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow, her children are pretty well-adjusted and her husband still loves her, despite burned water and a messy house.

She’s written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View: Regarding War Blog, and Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas.

She’s pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine‘s Americans of the Year for 2012.


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Emily watched her friend weave through the crowd of broad-shouldered Cavalrymen and toward the captain. Alone at the bar, Emily twirled her wine in the glass, staring into the swirling pale golden liquid.

She sipped her wine and glanced around the wide open space, feeling the warmth. She was comfortable in this place. A drink after work. A good friend. This was a good life. It was simple. It had purpose. So much better than the complicated mess she’d left behind.

She lifted her glass, savoring the freedom of her rebellion. She might not fit into her uniform just right but she fit here among these soldiers better than she’d ever fit back home.

She saw Olivia gyrating slowly with the captain across the dance floor. Her friend’s movements were slow and sensual, a sultry undulation that spoke of power and of sex. She smiled at her friend’s pleasure. It was enough that Emily could enjoy another’s happiness. She’d come here tonight to relax, to help Olivia celebrate.

“You don’t come here often, do you?”

Emily glanced at the man who’d appeared at her shoulder. He’d been standing with the group of captains that Olivia had just infiltrated.

“Not really,” she said, sipping her drink. She thought about easing away, putting space between where their upper arms touched.

Personal space much? she thought.

“Are you here with friends?” he asked. She caught a heavy scent of beer from his direction, beer mixed with cigar smoke. It was not unpleasant.

She glanced over at Olivia. “Yeah.”

“Not up for company?”

She smiled and finally glanced back at him. “Not really. Thank you though.”

He brushed the tip of his hat with two fingers. “My pleasure, ma’am.”

He swaggered off, leaving her alone at the bar. That had been nice. Too bad she wasn’t interested. Once upon a time, she might have danced but there was something missing from the way he’d carried himself.

He was missing that power that Sergeant Iaconelli wore like it was second nature.

She shook her head and took a long sip of her wine. She’d done nothing but argue with the man but now she was thinking about him in a way that was purely unprofessional.

The heavy iron door swung open at that moment and Emily’s breath caught in her throat.

“Speak of the devil,” she muttered.

Reza Iaconelli stood in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room as though he was taking a headcount. What was it about the man that he was always walking through doors at the wrong time? And this time, his gaze swept the bar and landed directly on her.

His eyes lit up, his mouth flattened. Just a faint flicker, but it was enough to tell her he’d recognized her.

And the familiar hostility was gone.

Her mouth went dry and she took another sip. He wasn’t going to come over. It was going to be fine.

They would keep the rampant hostility and no lines would be blurred.

It would be fine, right?

Except that he was now coming over. Weaving through the crowd, his Stetson adding to his height.

What the hell was she supposed to do about that? The closer he got, the more her stomach flipped beneath her ribs.

She was too tired to fight. And the alcohol would probably allow her to say something that she’d regret come Monday.

His clean white shirt accented his shoulders and made his skin look darker, more appealing. His face was shadowed by the brim of the Stetson.

He was there. A short space separated them. He radiated something—a power.

A rawness.

She was doomed.

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I was born and raised near Sacramento, CA. I have read since I was four years old and developed tastes that run the gamut of literature. I went away to college and have a degree in education, a certificate in family history research, and a certificate in social work. I worked for a non-profit agency with low income families for 20 years which included being responsible for the children’s library and promoting/teaching adult literacy. I have lived in Southeast Michigan for the last 18 years and I am currently a book addicted homemaker with a cat and husband who keep me grounded. Recently, I made it a challenge to review each book that I have read as a favor to author friends who said reviews are important. I have done reviews for Good Reads, Amazon, eBay, and Smashwords, but mostly at Goodreads and Amazon.

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