Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Character Interview with Cindy McDonald

 HOT COCO: The Unbridled Series
by Cindy McDonald

Genre: The series is a family drama, that said each book is quite individual.
Publisher: Acorn Book Services
Release date: June 15, 2012


That’s right, Coco Beardmore is sizzling hot and she’s landed in Mike West’s lap. Problem is Coco’s middle name is chaos! Her driving skills are a real bang-into Mike’s horse trailer. Her sultry seduction will set the room on fire-the kitchen that is.

But what’s worse is her mischievous Thoroughbreds ability to mimic their owner’s habit of screwing things up. It’s enough to send a normally calm and collected Mike West to the very edge.

But Mike’s not the only one having problems with women, his father Eric has bitten off more that he can chew, and he’s about to get spit out by two women: One that he’s in love with, and one that thinks he’s in love with her. Oh yeah, things are hot around Westwood Thoroughbred Farm… and someone’s about to get burned! 


For the past twenty years Cindy has helped her husband, raise, train, and race thoroughbreds at their forty-five acre farm known as Fly-By-Night Stables.

During those years Cindy has paid close attention to the characters that hang-out at the back-side of the track. She found the situations and life style intriguing. In 2005 she sat down at her computer and began a journey into writing about this life that few understand.

Cindy has recently retired from making her living as a professional choreographer and owned and operated a dance school since 1985. She studied at Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School and with the Pittsburgh Dance Alloy at Carnegie Mellon University to name a few. She has choreographed many musicals and an opera for the Pittsburgh Savoyards.

Cindy’s Unbridled telescripts has received recommends from three film industry readers and has been a semi-finalist in the Scriptapalooza Contest, and finalist in the Extreme Screenwriting Contest, and now will become a book series. The first telescript to become a book is Deadly.Com which is available NOW on Amazon.com and Kindle as well!


Lieutenant Carl Lugowski is one of the characters in Cindy McDonald’s Unbridled Series. He took a bullet for Ava West in the first book of the series, DEADLY.COM and we are most interested to see how he is involved in the second book HOT COCO. He is here today for a character interview.
Lugowski—as he is called in the series—has a bit of a nicotine addiction that he is constantly fighting in the pages of the series, so we may see a few of his smoking quirks during the interview—please be patient with him, smoking is a hard habit to kick and it seems to kick him more than the other way around.
Interviewer: So Lieutenant, tell us a little bit about your role in the Unbridled Series.
Lugowski: I am a homicide detective for the Rosemount Police Department, and I date Mike West’s former wife, Ava.
Interviewer: Interesting. Do you and Mike get along?
Lugowski: (Removes a cigarette from his jacket pocket) let’s just say that we tolerate each other.
Interviewer: In McDonald’s latest book, HOT COCO, how does Mike West become entangled with Coco Beardmore?
Lugowski: Evidently this blonde bimbo, Coco, brings her horses to Westwood Thoroughbred Farm after that crotchety old trainer Doug O’Conner kicks them out of his stable. Trouble is Coco’s horses are a real pain. From what I’ve heard one is an escape artist. I think his name is Charlatan, anyway he’s always breaking out of his stall, letting other horses out of their stalls, and then they proceed to wreck the West’s barn every night.  (Lugowski twirls the cigarette through his fingers, thoughtfully) Yeah, I guess she’s got another one that sits down like a dog in the starting gate and refuses to run. (He snorts) I’ll bet that’s driving ol’ Mike half nuts.
Interviewer: What about Coco?
Lugowski: What about her? She’s driving Mike nuts too. She’s plowed her Escalade into his fancy schmancy horse trailer, and then she smashed her father’s Lexus through the barn wall. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she seems like way too much trouble, if you ask me.
Interviewer: What does Kate West think of Ms. Beardmore?
Lugowski:  (He narrows his eyes with a shrug of his shoulder) How should I know?
Interviewer: Rumor has it that you’ve been seen having coffee with Miss West at McDonald’s on several occasions. I believe this took place in the first book, DEADLY.COM and again in HOT COCO. What’s the story?
Lugowski: (Fidgets in his chair, tapping the cigarette on his knee) Kate needed a favor. A friend of the family, Margie O’Conner got herself in a little trouble. Kate asked me to straighten it out.
Interviewer: I understand that this trouble had something to do with Kate’s father, Eric West.
Lugowski: Yep, it seems Mike’s not the only one having trouble with the ladies. Eric’s got himself between two. Margie was accused of getting a little out of control, so she was hauled in. Look, I’m a homicide cop, I don’t handle criminal mischief cases—I was just doing a favor for Kate.
Interviewer: Mmmm. From what I’ve heard about Ava West, I don’t think she would like it if you were “doing favors” for Kate. Would she? Or is there more going on here, Lieutenant?
Lugowski: This interview is over. Read the book, we’re done here. (Lugowski marches out of the room, while shoving the cigarette in his mouth and pulling his butane lighter from his pocket)
Interviewer:  Ahhh, I’ve touched a nerve. HOT COCO by Cindy McDonald is available in paperback and ebook, and it’s rumored that she has several book trailers on her website: www.cindymcwriter.com.  Take it from me—things are heating up at Westwood Thoroughbred Farm—and someone’s about to get burned! ;}


#1-We are doing a drawing at the end of the tour to include anyone who
commented or participated in the conversation at the blogs I visited
for a free signed copy OR ebook of Hot Coco.

#2- A drawing at the end of the tour for a $25.00 amazon gift card for
anyone who purchased a book/ebook of Hot Coco during the

#3-is actually a surprise at the end of the tour--I hate coming in
second, so the second person's name that is drawn from giveaway #1
will receive a copy OR ebook of Deadly.Com-the first book of the
Unbridled Series.

Excerpts :

The following excerpt is taken from Chapter 5. Coco has invited Mike to her home for
dinner after she had accidentally wrecked her Escalade into his horse trailer that afternoon...

While waiting on the steps of Coco’s brown stone townhouse, Mike hoped his evening would be
worth the trashed trailer and rather acute case of heartburn that he was anticipating. He cocked his head when he heard what sounded like a large dog growling and barking from behind the lavishly, beveled front door. He looked around at the meticulously landscaped townhouses with sporty Mercedes, Porsches, and BMW’s parked in the driveways before glancing over his shoulder at his pickup parked next to Coco’s wrecked SUV. When the door finally opened the Cocker Spaniel sprung out to circle his legs while sniffing, barking, and snarling at him.

“Booger, behave.” Coco looked like forgiveness wrapped in a little black peel-me-off when she
appeared in the doorway. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite. Come in, Mike.” She said like a spider coaxing a fly.

She guided him through the foyer into a living room decked-to- the-hilt with stylish, French
provincial furnishings. Booger sniffed and nipped at Mike’s legs while following close behind.

Beautiful paintings hung on the walls in ornate frames. Mike knew exactly one thing about artists
or artwork: Jackshit. But it was obvious, even to him, that these pieces had come from a gallery, rather than a retail store. The vibrant colors splashed across the canvas were thick, and sweeping, and perhaps a little angry, that much he could appreciate—kinda.

A large, gilded mirror hung on the wall behind the sofa. Crystal framed photographs of Coco and
her father filled the coffee tables. Classy.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She slipped through the doorway into the

Mike buried his hands into the pockets of his Levis and studied an abstract work of art on the
wall. What the hell is that supposed to be?

Booger’s growl thinned to a low grouse. His curly ears perked, and he stomped his paws against
the white carpet.

“What’s the matter, boy?” Purring cautiously at the spunky spaniel, he patted Booger on the
head, and then turned his attention to a photo of Stanley Beardmore, with his arms wrapped around
Coco. Booger sprung at him, clamped his little body around Mike’s leg. Wagging his tiny tail, he
humped and panted erotically.

Holy shit. Mike’s eyes widened. Shaking his leg frantically, he danced around the room while
trying to free himself from the dog’s nirvanas grip. He braced against a table while kicking his leg, but Booger, enjoying the ride, hung on tight.

“Booger, that’s not nice.” Holding two full wine glasses, Coco trotted toward them. After
hurriedly setting one of the glasses on the table, she slapped Booger on the top of his head, during which the wine in the glass splashed down Mike’s white shirt. Booger shrunk away from his leg with a yelp and scampered out of the room with his tail-tucked between his legs.

“Oh Mike, I’m sorry!”

Hoping that he wouldn’t only have to envision this butterfingered beauty naked tonight, he took
a deep breath. He truly hoped that it would be an evening of pleasure worth the abyss of calamities that seemed to suck her in.

“Quick, take that shirt off, and I’ll soak it in seltzer water.” She fumbled with the buttons until
she opened the shirt to reveal his muscled pecks and tight abs. Her fingers fluttered over his shoulders
and down his strong arms when she slipped the shirt from his torso. Blushing, she averted her gaze to
the red stain on his shirt. She wet her pink, full lips and looked into his eyes. Good God, he’s setting me on fire. Can I make it through dinner?

Smiling, she brushed a wisp of his dark hair away from his brow. “I’ll be right back.”
Listening to her trot up the stairs, he found his thoughts going to Ava’s cat. He hated that cat.
She was an evil little thing. He wasn’t exactly in love with Coco’s Cocker Spaniel. Go figure.
When he spied the glass on the table, he drank down the remaining wine to wet his dry mouth.
He heard her footsteps on the stairs, and she reappeared with a shirt draped over her arm. She
held up the over-sized nightshirt, which she helped him slip into. Although it was over-sized for her, it
was a quite taut for him.

Stepping back to take a look, she giggled.

He looked down and groaned. The shirt was brown with pink lettering that read: “Chocolate and
men, the richer, the better.”

“Well, it’s better than nothing.” She felt how the shirt clung to his firm torso and outlined every
detail of his pecs and abs. “Although, nothing would be fine, too.” Her hands traced his shoulders, down his arms, through his fingertips, and then lightly across the crotch of his jeans. “Come sit at the table,” she whispered. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Mike was feeling the heat, but he managed to ask, “What are we having?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I can hardly wait.”

She led him into a spacious, gourmet kitchen. The stainless steel appliances gleamed in the
bright lights. The white cabinetry swooped around dark, granite counters.

Mike took a seat at the table, which was dressed in white, satin linens and delicate, fine china.
The light from the crystal chandelier glinted off the silverware. Booger scooted under the table to mope.

The kitchen was most impressive, but when he sat at the table with a fresh glass of wine, it
wasn’t the cabinetry that he was admiring. Christ, she looks so damned tasty in that tight little rip-it-offme-now dress. He took a big gulp of wine and swallowed hard while trying to keep other hard thingsunder wraps.

Coco carefully placed several pieces of meat into a skillet. It spit and sizzled in the hot oil. She
cradled her wine glass in her fingers. “Your shirt should be ready for the dryer after dinner.”

“That’s fine.” He felt the squeeze of the dog latching around his shin again. Sonofabitch. He
kicked. The dog yelped. He grinned.

Coco was attracted to this handsome man sitting at her table. She was more aroused by the fact
that he didn’t cancel their dinner date after she had smashed his horse trailer. He’s definitely a gentleman cowboy. How sexy is that? Her lips curled at the thought. With a sultry gleam, in her sapphire eyes, she strode toward him.

More than the meat was sizzling.

Mike knew what that look meant. Oh, yeah, no imagination needed. The ballerina is about to do
her little dance.

She leaned over him.

While she paused to take in his hazel eyes, he could feel her breath on his face.
“I wanted to cook something fancy,” she whispered, “because it makes me feel fancy,” Her lips
crashed against his. Her tongue searched his mouth.

He ran his fingers through her hair. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her back with

The meat crackled in the skillet.

She ran her hands over his chest and down to his hips. Her fingers found the outline of his
erection pressing against his jeans. She groped at his belt.

Kissing her neck, he slipped a sleeve of the dress off her shoulder and nipped at her shoulder.
Tasting her skin, he made his way hungrily down her chest.

Crunch! The force of a body wrapped around his leg broke through the lust. Booger humped and
pushed, which made it impossible to ignore.

Damn it. Mike’s eyes popped open. He attempted to kick the dog, but he was fastened on tight
and going at it strong.

Abruptly, he became aware that Booger’s love connection to his leg wasn’t the biggest problem
at hand. Smoke billowed from the skillet. Flames leapt from the stove. Greasy fireballs ignited dish
towels. The curtains were already ablaze.

Shoving Coco onto the table, Mike sprung to his feet.

Her face lit up with intense desire. “Oh Mike, you are naughty,” she gasped.

“Coco, where’s your fire extinguisher?”

“You wanna be a fireman?” Coco was giddy.

Booger was rapt.
Mike was exasperated. “No, your fire extinguisher, where is it?”

Flames shot across the counter top. The smoking skillet spit sparks and fire like a cannon.
He snatched the tablecloth from under Coco and ripped it off the table. China, glassware, silver,
crashed and broke against the wall and on the floor. He beat the flames while dragging the horny,
Cocker Spaniel, still humping his leg, across the room with him.

“Call the fire department.”

“Wha—” Coco stammered while trying to get a grasp on the situation.

“9-1-1,” Mike shrieked while thrashing the flames, kicking his leg, and cursing her calamity.

The second excerpt is taken from Chapter 7. Margie O’Conner desperately needs to talk
with Mike, but after a disastrous race with one of Coco’s horses, she decides to put it off. She
bumps into Coco in the racetrack parking lot, literally...

Hidden among the hundreds of cars in the dark parking lot, Margie listened to the race that she
knew Mike had a horse in on the radio in her father’s truck. She wanted to catch him after the race to
talk to him. She didn’t want him to be caught off-guard. Doug was seething mad about something that
never took place between them. After what happened during the race, she thought it best to try and warn him later.

She turned the key on the ignition and the old, rickety truck rumbled to a start. Then she heard a
soft bing. Looking down on the dash, she noticed the door ajar light glowing in the darkness. Taking a firm hold of the handle, she shouldered the door hard and jerked it all the way open. Suddenly there was a yelp, and a hard thump. Perplexed by the sound, she peered out the window to find Coco in a puddle on the pavement. Stunned, she pushed the door open and jumped from the truck.

“Oh my God, Coco, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She grabbed her by the arm and hoisted
her to her feet.

Slightly dazed, Coco was soaked from her shoulder blades to her buttocks. “I was trying to make
it to see the race.” Trying to focus, she rubbed her head. “Did she do good?”

Margie wasn’t so sure that she wanted to be the bearer of the big flop. “Well, she could’ve done
better.” she said with a wince. “Are you okay?”

Coco ran her fingers through her hair while taking in her drenched clothing, “I think so...”

Margie couldn’t believe how beautiful this woman looked even when sopping wet and
disheveled. Even though she hadn’t been knocked to the ground and wasn’t sopping wet, she always
look disheveled and undone.

Envy scraped down Margie’s spine, burned through her gut, and into her soul. Coco had never
been anything but kind and sweet to her, and she had no right to feel badly toward her; but she was
struggling to slash through the pit of jealousy she couldn’t help but fall into.
“You should get out of those wet clothes. They’re pretty filthy too,” she said while watching
Coco twist and turn to gauge the damage.

“I really wanted to see Mike,” she moaned.

Margie thought about the stubborn mare sitting in the starting gate. She was certain that Mike
had enough to deal with at the moment, “Ahhh, I dunno. Mike’s probably gonna be pretty busy for a
while. C’mon, I’ve got some extra clothes at the barn.” With that, she took Coco by the arm and led her to the passenger side of the truck.


The O’Conner stable was dark when Margie rolled the pickup to a stop in front of the barn door.
Coco was apprehensive. “I don’t think your father’s going to be happy to see me, Margie.” She
eyed-up the stable while searching the shadows for any sign of the nasty man.

“I don’t think he would be either.” Margie shoved the truck in PARK. “Good thing he went
home about an hour ago,” she added with a wink.

Coco slid from the truck to follow Margie into the dark, shabby stable. The horses nickered
quietly to Margie when she flicked on the lights. Gently, she stroked each horse’s muzzle when she
passed their stall while approaching the barn office. She hadn’t lived a charmed life in a big house with closets full of designer clothes, social mixers, or traveling to Europe on a whimsy vacation. No,
Margie’s life was hard, full of work, toil, and then more work. With all that in mind, Coco found herself admiring the woman. She’s unassuming. She knows who she is. Although she has so little, she loves what she has. And those are qualities well-worth possessing. Qualities that have escaped so many people, including me.

Margie opened a large storage bin in the corner of the office and pulled out a pair of clean, Lee
jeans, and an aged, but clean T-shirt. Looking at Coco’s jeans and her soiled silk blouse, she was
embarrassed by the offering. “They’re not fancy, but they’ll get you home.”

Coco smiled, “They’ll do just fine. Thank you so much for your kindness. You have the most
beautiful eyes. You really do, Margie.”

Margie was unsure if the gorgeous goddess was offering a pity compliment or if she was sincere.
It didn’t matter. Her generous words filled her with a moment of rare replete.


Bk Walker said...

Thank you so much for hosting Cindy today.

Patti Hultstrand said...

Am very honored to have the place for authors to feature their works.

Remember peeps - you have a chance to win prizes for leaving your comments for Cindy. You know what to do. Enjoy the character interview; we get so few of those.

Thanks Cindy for the interview. Best of luck on your book tour.

Cindy McDonald said...

Thank you Patti for having me today or should I say, Lugowski. ;}
I enjoyed my visit.
--Cindy McDonald