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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Interview & Excerpt: Make it Count by Tamar Sloan @sloantamar

Please help me welcome author Tamar Sloan to FUll Moon Bites for an interview and an excerpt of her novel, Make it Count!

Book Description: 

He’s irresistible…but she’s the one person who knows his days are numbered.

Casey’s touch can reveal the one thing a person would never want to know — the number of days they have left to live.

By the time Casey turns seventeen she’s learnt to withdraw. But the phobia she fakes in order to avoid human contact is sorely tested by hot, persistent, motorcycle riding PJ. For a girl who craves contact, maple eyed PJ is impossible to resist. When the inevitable happens, when hands, bodies and lips collide, Casey sees PJ's number, one that can only be seen as a cruel twist of fate.

Now she must decide. Will she continue counting the days of her life, or start living a life that counts?

With the memorable writing and humor of writers such as Jandy Nelson’s I’ll Give You the Sun blended with the attitude, chemistry and unexpected plot twists of Katie McGarry’s best sellers, Make it Count is a romance that will leave you swooning and smiling.

Make it Count (ISBN: 978-1-62135-708-7, Clean Reads Publishing) is now available at and on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and iBooks.


Hi! Would you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Well, I’m a school psychologist by day, and writer in every other moment I can squirrel away. After spending a career working with adolescents I think writing young adult books was an inevitability. What’s awesome is that it soon became a passion. As a long time reader of romance and a strong believer in the healing power of connection, romance was always going be the central focus of my writing. I live in Australia with my husband and two beautiful boys who are in high school.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?

Thank. You. I firmly believe writing is all about the reader. It’s our responsibility as writers to produce an immersive, entertaining experience, and that’s not easy. When someone chooses to download or purchase one of my books, I’m honored. Hearing that I’ve given them something, touched them, is the most uplifting feeling I’ve ever experienced.

Do you write an outline before starting a book or just write?

I’m well and truly a plotter, which means I plot out the story down to the chapter. My writing sticks by the motto ‘if you build it, they will come.’ I have to have the structure, the general idea of where the story is going and what my characters are going to do before the words start flowing.

I know authors get asked this a lot but do you have any advice that you would give to aspiring writers?

Be prepared for a fabulous roller coaster ride. There will be lows, there will be twists you thought you knew were coming but you really didn’t, and there will be exhilarating highs. How do you prepare for something like that? In some ways you can’t, in other ways you pack your fortitude and resilience, and open yourself up to the joy of the ride.

When did you realize that you would like to write and publish a book?

Interestingly, I never considered I'd be a writer. As a child I loved to read (I devoured romance novels from the moment I discovered them), but it NEVER occurred to me that I could write one myself. My first book came to me in a dream (so cliché, right?). But it was an idea that wouldn't go away, which meant I had to go learn how to write… Several months later, with a healthy dose of muttered curse words, my first book of the Prime Prophecy series, was born.

Can you tell us, in your own words not the book description, a little about your book?

Make it Count is a young adult contemporary romance, admittedly fueled by a touch of the impossible. It tells the story of impulsive, fun-loving Casey and the ability she was born with – if she touches another person she sees the number of days they have left to live. Casey fakes a phobia to avoid touch, and she convinces herself she’s happy in her isolated, safe little bubble. Until irresistible, motorcycle riding PJ comes along. The chemistry is hot, the sparks fly. And Casey is about to learn how to live a life that counts.

What was the inspiration for this novel?

Make it Count is one of those books that comes to you at 4am and you just know it’s going to be a special story. It started with the seed – what if with one touch, a girl could see how many days a person has to live? Apart from all the heart-wrenching considerations like touching your loved ones, I knew she’s avoid touch at whatever cost. But then PJ arrived, and he was hot, and irresistible. I had to capture their chemistry, and their story.  
Where can we purchase this book?

Make it Count will be in print very soon (and I can’t wait to hold it!), so right now its available at all ebook retailers. I have a handy universal link too:

Do you think you will have a follow up book to this novel or is it just a stand-alone novel?

Book 2 of the Touched by Love series is Zach (Casey’s eldest brother) and Em’s (Casey’s best friend) story. Zach has a gift that even his family don’t know about, that’s a little more subtle than Casey’s, but is going to pose a challenge for the girl he has his heart set on. The very same girl who’s been in love with him for a very long time...

What is the hardest part of writing in your opinion?

I think it would have to be self-doubt. I was blessed with a strong inner-critic (said as euphemistically as possible…), which means I set high standards of the books I want to produce for readers, but also means I can be quite hard on myself. I don’t think I’m alone with this as a writer, and I’ve learned to proactively ignore that voice when it gets its shouty pants on. I simply take it as one of the inevitable challenges that comes with doing something you love – and you’re putting on display for all to see ;)

What is your favorite part of writing?

Aw man, I have to choose one? There’s so many, but there’s one reward that trumps the feeling of flow, the joy of creativity, or the flash of a fabulous plot twist every time, and that’s the reader. Hearing that someone got lost in the worlds I’ve created just as much as me is a feeling that has no words. It’s the happy dance that you can’t contain, the smile that isn’t optional.

Can you tell us about your main character?

I love Casey. She’s the character that is least like me so I had to really work to see the world from her perspective. I knew if anyone that had to live with seeing what Casey did that it would heart-wrenching. When Casey really showed herself, I realized it was harder for her than I could have imagined. Casey is impulsive and fun-loving and loves human interaction. Being so isolated is such a challenge for her. So, I think Casey was the only person that could pull off Make it Count, and she just happened!

Random Quickies!

Pepsi or coke?
Coke. Pepsi is gross…

Favorite kind of chocolate?
Chocolate? Yes please.

Cats or dogs?
Dogs. Cats have superiority complexes.

Do you read more than you write?
I wish…never enough hours in the day.

Favorite color?
Blue – deep, dark, navy blue.


Make it Count

A few steps down the path I slip the brownie from my sleeve. There’s no way I can wait to get out of the front yard before I taste this square of temptation. I should be sainted right alongside Ari’s grandson for not wolfing down the whole platter.
There’s a mega-sized tree in the front yard, so I head around it, lean back against its bark watching the brownie’s slow approach to my mouth, savouring the moment. I smell the chocolate, the sugar, the awesomeness. I bite down and my eyes flutter closed. Oh. My. Heaven-loving-tastebuds. Galaxies of spun sugar dissolve in my mouth, symphonies drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My body mirrors what’s happening in my mouth; I’m slowly, deliciously melting into a gooey, thick puddle.
The roaring stops.
"If you like my cooking, you’d love how I make breakfast."
Everything stops. Every cell goes from puddly and quivery to upright and alert. I know that chocolately voice. I’ll never forget that warm, rich timbre.
I open one eye, then two.
PJ is sitting on his motorbike, helmet on his lap, that grin glinting in the sun. He hangs the helmet on a handlebar, swings a long denim leg over and swaggers towards me. And I mean a hip swaying, shoulder swinging swagger that evokes images of yellow-striped, denim-clad butts.
The moment he’s close enough for me to focus on his eyes the brownie turns to bread in my mouth. It could never compete with the symphonies and stars in those molten maple pools.
"They’re a family recipe."
My brain clicks out of brownie-PJ heaven and into gear. Hang on a sec. I look over my shoulder at the door, the door that was just closed by a woman the colour of brown sugar. I look back to the very white, hot guy in front of me.
The moment PJ stops I take a step back, out of arm’s length, and out of smell’s reach. His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he notes my movement. He crosses his arm. "Yeah, family."
I wait, but it seems someone else in this town took the course on stubborn silence. Instead he grins again. Man, I wish he’d stop doing that. Here, in the sun, it’s blinding. "I’m flattered."
I raise a brow.
PJ shrugs, and somehow the movement seems to bring him a millimetre closer. Moving again would be rude and weirdo-whacky so I stay put, choosing to breathe through my mouth.
"It takes some effort to find out where a guy lives."
My jaw slackens. Ego much?
"Hmmm." I step to the side and head to his motorbike. "I’m glad you brought a second helmet."
PJ turns and follows me, I step around the bike, using it as a barrier.
He places a hand on the leather seat. "You wanted to come for a ride?"
Eyes wide with mock shock connect with molten maple. "Don’t you need it for your ego?"
Instead of looking insulted, PJ grins. A wide, teeth-glinting, eye-wrinkling grin. "I think I might; it just got one heck of a hit."
I cross my arms, glad I can do it safely this time thanks to my Personal Protective Equipment.
PJ brings one hand up to stroke his chin. "So you’re not here to see me."
"Difficult to imagine, isn’t it?"
"What else would bring you here?"
Those delicious lips twitch. He knows exactly why I’m here. I’m not much of a blusher, but being here, for a therapy group for a phobia I don’t have, wearing the freaky lengths I have to go to avoid touch seems like a pretty good time to blush.
But I didn’t wear a balaclava, so instead, I own it. "I have ablutophobia."
PJ’s eyes stray to my lips. "Well, it’s not a fear of brownies."
I resist the urge to lick their suddenly dry surface. "Or the repeated use of pick-up lines."
PJ chuckles, and it’s a sound that reminds me of crème brûlée, smooth and moreish. "Maybe it’s a phobia of stepping up to a challenge."
That has me straightening. Everything in my impulsive but necessarily inhibited personality loves a challenge. PJ quirks a brow, and leans forward, placing both hands on the seat. The position pushes his shoulders forward, focuses my attention on those biceps. Mr. Sexy-Comes-Naturally is waiting for me to pick up the gauntlet.
Sensations and sights sharpen. Those molten maple pools watching me. The heat pressing against my body. Those Adonis lips parting on an inhale. The bead of sweat raking down my spine.
I lean forward, and my eyes widen the moment my next sense registers something. A scent, the kind of scent that has your head tilting reflexively, your mouth opening just a touch to see if it will land on your tongue.
I don’t know what amber smells like, but I think this could be it. Woodsy, spicy…tempting…moreish. It’s the kind of smell that makes you wish you could spend more time breathing in than out. One hand reaches out to the red plastic fender rising from the back of the bike. The moment woven cotton presses into my fingertips, rather than smooth plastic warmed by the sun, I stop. It’s all I need to return me to reality.
I take a step back, having to mentally force my nose to follow. PJ was never meant get close enough to smell, because exactly what I thought would happen just happened.
He smells as good as he looks, and I don’t need any more temptation to fight.
I take another step back. "You’ve got the wrong girl, PJ."
PJ exhales, possibly because of the pent-up tension, but probably out of frustration. "It seems we have one thing in common, Casey."
With another step back I decide it’s safe to ask. "What’s that?"
PJ straightens, his eyes twinkling. "We both love a challenge."
I start to walk backwards, shaking my head. "The difference is I can pick a lost cause."
I turn and start creating even more distance between us. I walk away from hot, sexy, available maple, knowing this is what I need to do. Telling PJ, with everything I can, he’s wasting his time.
"See you at mini motos."
I keep walking. The tenacity is admirable and flattering, but wasted. "I’m not going." I call over my shoulder.
"Don’t forget to bring your little brother."
I shake my head, glad PJ can see that and not my smile. Sure, I love to look, I like the flirting, and I’d love to be someone that could go there.
But PJ is the last person I plan on touching.

About the Author:

A school psychologist by day, Tamar channels her passion for books into creating young adult stories about discovering life and love beyond our comfort zones. She is the award-winning author of the Prime Prophecy and Touched by Love Series. Tamar is also the author of PsychWriter: where psychology meets writing, a blog that supports and extends writers.   
When not reading, writing or working with teens, Tamar can be found with her ever-patient husband and two beautiful sons enjoying country life on their small acreage in the Australian bush
Tamar finds it deeply rewarding to share her stories and she loves to hear from her readers and fellow lovers of all things book related. You can find her at or on Facebook or Twitter



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