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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Character Confession: Kate O'Hara by Cathy Yardley + Giveaway!


(Kate O’Hara shows 
up in a rush, hair in a pony tail with curls springing like crazy and her smudged glasses askew.) 

Oh, hey, hi! Am I late? Sorry. Swear to God, I could get lost in a telephone booth.

I’m here today to talk about my author, Cathy Yardley. She tried to offer me twenty bucks and the chance to “take it easy on me” in the third act of book two if I behaved myself, but I said to myself, “Self, what other chance am I going to have to humiliate my author?”

So I decided I’d talk about my all time favorite story about her. Specifically, why she doesn't carry a purse.

(Cathy starts waving her arms and shaking her head wildly. Kate pointedly ignores her.)

See, she was going off to college at the University of California, Berkeley. That’s just north of Oakland. And a lot of the people in the small town she grew up in warned her that there was tons of crime, and that she’d probably get robbed. There’s a ton of people at the school – they’d probably just pickpocket straight out of the large purse she always carried.

No, no, she assured them. She’d be careful. She’d be vigilant. But there was no way she was abandoning the purse.

“Wear it crosswise over your shoulder,” the cautioned. “Always make sure it’s shut if you’re not using it!”

“I promise,” she responded.

So one day, she’s in a huge class… hundreds of students. They’re being dismissed. She puts her purse over her shoulder crosswise, gets up, and promptly gets crushed in the mob of students trying to escape.

Her bag’s caught behind her, and she realizes she hasn't checked to make sure it was zipped shut. So she blindly reaches back and feels for the zipper.

Only to realize that her purse feels… sort of funny.

Frowning, she looks over her shoulder…

… and discovers that she hasn't checked the zipper on her purse.

She’s checked the zipper on the pants of the man standing behind her!

Ever since, she has never, ever carried a purse! True story!

(Cathy buries her head in her hands.)

Well, to the guy’s credit, he was definitely carrying more than a change purse and a pencil. Or so I’m told.

(Cathy glares over her hands.)

I’m really going to catch hell in the second book, aren't I?

(Cathy nods slowly.)

Oh. Crap. (Grins.) Well, it was worth it. 

Temping Is Hell (Necessary Evil #1)

Kate O'Hara can't wait until this temp assignment is over. The woman who hired her is a psychotic pageant queen, her coworkers are convicts-turned-clerks, and it's so boringly corporate it makes her skin crawl. Even her sexy-as-sin boss, famed billionaire Thomas Kestrel, isn't enticement enough to keep her there. Once she makes enough to pay off her bills, she's out. Or so she thinks...

Next thing she knows, she's accidentally signed over her soul. Literally. And she's discovered Thomas's real mission: to kill thirteen bad guys in one year, in order to get his—now his and Kate’s—souls back.

From learning to boost the morale of some paper-pushing demons to navigating her way through blood-red tape, Kate has to work closely with her super-hot supervisor and get her flaky act together, before somebody clocks her out—permanently!

About the Author:
After years in the corporate world, Cathy Yardley managed to tunnel her way out of her cubicle with a spoon she'd stolen from the break room. She now writes urban fantasy and romance, and celebrates her freedom from the cube farm in an undisclosed location somewhere near Seattle, WA. You can read an excerpt from her latest novel, TEMPING IS HELL, on her website.

e-copy of Tempting Is Hell
1.leave a way to contact you in the comments
2. what is the worst job you ever had? (if you haven't had a bad one tell us the best job you had.)


  1. I was working as an office assistant for a group of therapists. My boss, a License Clinical Social Worker was a Manic Bi-Polar, diagnosed. (But all 7 of the therapists under her swore that is what was wrong with her!) She could go from walking in being cheerful and upbeat, 10 minutes later call me into her office to scream and rant about something and 1/2 hour later be sweet as sugar and offering to buy lunch. If it weren't for the fact that I only saw her 2 days a week (we worked in different offices the other 3 days) I never would have made it.

  2. My worst job was the internship I had in college. My mentor was from Turkey and her English was awful. I had the hardest time understanding her. On my first day she gave me a project with no assistance and I had to teach myself an entire programming language in order to complete it. Ugh. It was awful!! emilyjoydrake at gmail dot com

  3. my first job was icky - cleaning tables at buffet rest.
    would love to win and read

    PicardsMom at yahoo dot com

  4. My worst job was working as an assistant to a boss who was completely disorganized, incompetent, and socially inept.

  5. My worst job was a secretary at a mental institution during the summer. There was a long walk to get to the building I had to work in, so on the way, I had to pass by buildings that housed mentally-challenged people and listen/see them do and say weird things.

  6. My worst job is being a security guard. bluepooh1(AT)hotmail(DOT)com


  8. Oh, my lawd. *dying*

    I've had this book on my radar for a bit. Now I'm /really/ looking forward to it. *g*


  9. Wet sanding cars in prep for body work was the worst job I ever had. It was i a summer job and it was dusty, dirty and wore my nails off my hands. The boss never paid me and my brother went after him to get my pay. Just a terrible job.

  10. I worked in a Conference Crew cleaning bathrooms after camps left. It was terrible. I hated cleaning what we called 'the magic boxes' or 'treasure chests' in the girl's bathroom. I think you can probably figure out what those were.
    Thanks for the giveaway!
    mestith at gmail dot com

  11. I would have to say that the worest job that I had was working at a dog washing place.

  12. Selling you soul is not a good idea. Sounds like an intriguing read.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  13. I forgot to tell you my worst job. It was selling pots and pans door to door. I hated it. I sold one set and quit.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  14. I hated working at the Ponderosa. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com