I have been a freelance writer for over a decade and have written and published various online relationship articles as well as material for the print publication Being Single magazine. This experience along with my occasional after hour stumble upon hiked up skirts and dangling belted trousers in my many years as an Office Manager has given me a unique and humorous insight into the widely seductive world of romance, particularly in the office. My other literary works range from political commentary to poetry. I’m also the owner of an online Zazzle store, Mahoganygear.com, (http://www.zazzle.com/mahoganygear), which sells everyday items bearing inspirational messages.
My debut fictional novel in a series entitled, Altered, is told from both Skyla Richard’s and Jonathan Bass’ perspectives and is a passionate tale of the evolution of their relationship and the many casualties who dare to get in the path of their heat.
Get to know Tiss:
Why write urban romance?
I write urban romance because love is something everyone wants. Regardless of race or class, we all go through the same things in terms of relationships. I write about these experiences with a hood spin and unique way of viewing them through urban eyes.
When did you first start writing?
I first started writing when I was very young and my old school grandmother gave me a diary to keep me busy. I have three older brothers and grandma didn’t believe in girls playing with all boys, all the time. So, she would make me go to my room, which was boring and lonely until my diary came alive with stories.
What makes a good story to you?
What makes a good story to me is when it involves real life situations that include romance, a little mystery, a little tragedy and lots of sex and laughs.
Why did you choose the dual male/female narration format?
I chose this format because I think it answers that age old question women have which is, What the hell was he thinking? Jonathan lets you know exactly what he’s thinking and why.
How did you come up with the book title?
I came up with this particular title because sometimes building a relationship can be like constructing a garment. You have to bind the two people together, cut out certain behaviors, trim the excess baggage, iron out issues, etc..
Out of all the genres you write in, which one do you enjoy the most?
I enjoy writing fiction the most, poetry second. The other literary forms are fact driven, whereas fiction and poetry are emotion and imagination driven for me, making them more challenging.
What do you want people to walk away with after reading your novels?
I want them to feel as if they’ve been entertained on multiple levels.
Skyla Richards is a planner. But, all the forethought and organization on the planet can’t prepare her for the events that are about to alter her world. After her six year marriage ends bitterly, her job becomes her refuge until Jonathan Bass enters her life. He’s a young, handsome co-worker whose future includes an Ivy League opportunity and his upcoming nuptials to an unstable fiancée, Mia. But that doesn’t stop him from recruiting Skyla to help him sew a few wild oats before the clock winds down on his bachelorhood.
His relentless pursuit has her tossing her to-do lists into the fiery flames of passion and reacquaints her with feelings she’d long since forgotten. And her feminine wiles has him rethinking his engagement and ultimately, taking a ring off of it. But while their hearts continue to align, their careers split into opposite paths when she gets promoted and his Princeton plans are jeopardized when his manager accuses him of dark and menacing acts. With Skyla’s assistance, he rebounds and the two resume their future plans. But while they’ve been ring shopping and deciding wedding dates, Mia has been sulking and contemplating the fastest way to bring their relationship to a shattering demise. And what she comes up with permanently transforms all their lives.
I was engaged to be married in six months, eleven days and five and a half hours. Yet, here she was in my arms with those haunting black opals looking up at me. Truthfully, I’d fantasized about this moment, but this wasn’t exactly how I envisioned it. Still, I didn’t care. This was an experience I’d longed to have with her, even if I’d gotten it by default during an emotional meltdown.
We’d shot the morning breeze at the coffee machine and at different office functions, but I honestly struggled to ignore her beauty every time I saw her. But now, in this moment, I could allow my eyes to travel the smoothness of her honey colored skin against the back drop of her shoulder length hair and explore the curvature of her breast and hips until our chemistry naturally united and formed an undeniable bond. Then, the door swung open.
“What the hell is going on in here?”