1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

“Little Miss Straight Lace” is a romantic suspense novel, and it’s available free until 7/31/2010.
What happens when an unscrupulous pharmaceutical magnate uncovers the secret harbored by a brilliant biostatician who once crossed him?  He hatches a diabolical plan to use her, make himself rich, and keep the reader entertained with a mixture of intrigue, humor, and romance.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

Easy–Nic, the computer security expert from South America.  I could eat that boy up with a spoon…

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

Let me answer this way:  it took me three months to write this tome, and FIVE YEARS to get it “just right”.  If there’s anything left to change, I don’t want to know about it!

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I came up with the original idea for the plot while stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce on my stove (isn’t this the way most Italians get their inspiration?).

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

You can find me on my website, http://contemporary-romance-books.com/, a.k.a., http://mariaromana.com/ .

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I am working on another romantic suspense novel, tentatively titled “Eggs”, but at the rate I edit my work, don’t go on a hunger strike waiting for the publication date!

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

    Robert spoke with open hands and a casual stance, “Look, fella, take it easy.  We just–”
    “O-okay, listen, I-I’ll tell you the whole story.  Everything.  But I swear, I never did anything to her.  Nobody did.  Not on my watch, anyway.  I took real good care of her.  I swear.  You gotta believe me!”
    Nic’s pulse quickened.  He took a step closer and cocked a brow at the stocky man, “Who her?”
    “Y-you know–your girl.”
    “My girl?”
    “Y-yeah.  You know…petite, brunette, pretty.  Kinda…”  The guy relaxed a little, pulling his hands away from the fence, and started forming an hourglass shape with them.
    Nic pursed his lips.  “Okay.  I know what she looks like.”  He lifted his chin at the stocky man, “So what are you talking about?  ‘Your watch’.  ‘Took care of her’.  Where?  When?”
    “Come on, you know…”  The tattooed man looked from Nic over to Robert, as if he expected a more reasonable interrogator–a Good Cop to Nic’s Bad.
    But Nic insisted, “Humor me.”
    “Well, uh, well…”  Nic took another step.  The tattooed man gulped and started talking, “Yeah, okay.  See, when I took the job, I didn’t know it was her, okay?  It was only when I saw her close up, in the light, that I recognized her.  I remembered her from the bar.  From that night last summer when I pulled her off the stool.  I mean, I didn’t know who she really was.  I just thought she was your date, your girl or whatever, okay?  I didn’t know she was like…one of you.”

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