I am so thrilled to have Harlem Boston as our special guest today on the blog. Harlem’s latest release A Princess Doesn’t Kiss Frogs is available for pre-order now. It releases on April 30th.
Let’s dive into today’s interview!
Can you share a bit about your background?
Have you always been driven to write? Or did you begin writing in response to a particular stimulus?
What would a fly on the wall see if he watched you while you are writing?
What works best for you: typewriters, computer, dictation, fountain pen or longhand?
What was the first book you ever fell in love with?
Is there a phrase or quote about writing you particularly like or that inspire you?
Do you ever incorporate something that happened to you in real life into your novels?
What are you currently reading?
Have any new writers grasped your interest recently?
What is your most recent book? In twenty-five words or less, tell me why your book should be a reader should someone start your book next?
If you were describing your writing to someone who hasn’t read anything by you before, what would you say?
At what point did you come up with the title? Did your publisher change it?
Who is the protagonist in your most recent work? Describe her in ten words or less.
Could you say something about your relationship to your fictional characters? How autobiographical do you think your current work is?
Favorite thing about your genre?
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About A Princess Doesn’t Kiss Frogs
Exclusive Excerpt from A Princess Doesn’t Kiss Frogs
Mahogany came downstairs in a long fitted dress with her hair pinned up in a chignon with twists that made her tiny eyes pop. She held on carefully to the circular two-sided golden banister, and marble staircase until she made it down to the bottom step, and paused, but not without her feet wobbling though. Surprisingly, she had black stilettos on that matched her waist cinching dress. Her eyes sparked every time she looked at Desmond, and those butterflies immediately swirled around inside her stomach when she realized he was watching her, the same butterflies that a girl feels whenever she’s intrigued by a guy, and Mr. Desmond Franklin couldn’t stop watching the way she curved her hips from left to right, and how her eyes lit up the whole room, and how the pop of color on her cheeks captured his heart. Then it made other parts of him come alive too.
“Wow, Maho! Who knew you could look like a real human being,” Brixton said. Layyah placed her hands over his mouth and pushed Brixton along.
“Have fun!!! Be a good girl,” Layyah mumbled, as she pulled Mahogany to the side.
“I’m trying!” Mahogany said, while hitting at Layyah to back off.
“You look beautiful, Mahogany!” Desmond said, as he grabbed the door for her.
“Um, what did you say?” Mahogany asked. She paused before she went out the door.
“You’re beautiful!” Desmond emphasized and grabbed her hand.
“I don’t know what to say, but you look decent too,” Mahogany professed. She side-eyed him but she threw in a half smile.
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This is not a date, Mahogany Taylor! You’re just doing a favor for two of your soon to be ex-best friends. That’s all. Who’s gonna owe me big time. How much longer before this elevator opens up? If it doesn’t soon, I’m gonna scream. I can’t stand being in tight places. Okay, I need to calm down.
After that kiss with Desmond, I haven’t been able to think straight. I have tried to avoid being around him for long periods of time by myself. I’m not falling for him, am I? Am I falling for, Desmond? No… I had a crush on him so long ago. No one still likes the same person they liked when they were in college. Besides, I am a grown woman now, and I got over the fact that he didn’t look at me with the same intenseness that I looked at him.
I mean… So much time has passed. There’s no way I still care about him. What is wrong with me? Am I running a fever? Mahogany laid the back of her hand on her forehead to check her temperature, and on the sides of her face, and underneath her chin.
Ooh, it’s hot in here. This elevator is a death trap. Why isn’t it moving fast enough? Someone call the ambulance because I’m hyperventilating. I need a breathing machine.
Oh, here comes another one.
Mahogany started panting, and hitting the elevator buttons. Desmond watched how Mahogany stood at the far end of the elevator, while he stood relaxed with his head leaned back with his hands underneath his armpits, at the other end of the elevator inspecting every curve she had, and the ones she didn’t have, and then his male antlers almost got the best of him, but he played it cool. It was not great timing on his part though when his stomach started doing the limbo. It remains to be seen that Mahogany will ever get over herself long enough to fall for someone like, Desmond.
Mahogany hugged herself, and avoided eye contact with him by looking down. She had one heel on, and the other heel off when the elevator rocked, and the doors opened.
“Feet hurt?” Desmond asked, he held the elevator doors and let Mahogany go out ahead of him.
“I’m not used to wearing them,” Mahogany said, stepping out the elevator.
“Why is that?” Desmond inquired. He rubbed his hands together.
“They’re uncomfortable,” Mahogany countered, pointing down at her feet.
“You don’t wear them for work?” Desmond persisted. He looked at her feet.
“Nope!” Mahogany said. She paused and dropped her high heel and twisted her foot until it went inside.
“I love being here!” Mahogany said, still twisting her feet inside her heels.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t live in this climate for long periods of time,” Desmond proclaimed, as he held her arm so she could finally get that heel on. For once and for all.
“How is it any different than Naughton’s weather?” Mahogany asked, she curled her lip up.
© 2021 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Harlem C. Boston. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the author’s written permission. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only.
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