Get Lost in a Story welcomes Julie Rowe

Get Lost in a Story readers, Julie Rowe was one of my very first critique partners.  She’s still a very dear friend, and way back when I read a version of Molly Gets her Man.  You’re in for a treat!  Please welcome Author Julie Rowe, it's her release week!

About Molly Gets her Man
Trust is earned, not given…

When flaky Las Vegas hairdresser Molly McLaren overhears hears a Russian hit man planning to kill a US congressman and take out Hoover Dam in the process, she becomes a target for murder. Now, on the run from the assassin and a dirty cop, she winds up in an eighteen wheeler with an ex-cop sporting a bum leg, a bad attitude, and a body built for loving.

Grey Wilson just wanted to be left alone. No more Las Vegas. No more casinos. And no more floozy women like the one his best friend sent him to pick up on the side of the road. She talks fast, but her endless curves and sensuous nature make him want to slow down. Which is not in the cards. Grey knows he needs to unload his excess baggage. And quick.

But when someone tries to kill the Vegas beauty, Molly captures his heart with her backbone of steel, and brains to boot. Now in order to grasp the future that had once seemed impossible, Molly and Grey need to keep Hoover Dam, the congressman, and their love from being blown sky-high.

And now, let’s learn about Julie Rowe!

DONNELL:  Julie, I think readers should know just how prolific you are.  How many books have you written in your career?

JULIE: Do you mean written or published? Written would be in the neighborhood of 18 books/novellas. Published would be 10 books/novellas in a little over 2 years.

DONNELL:  You have a special love for a certain part of history.  What is it?

JULIE: World War One holds me in thrall. The war that was supposed to end all wars, but started them all instead. The more research I do into WW1 the more amazing stories I discover. Stories of horrific terror and amazing courage on all sides of the conflict. So many heroes, not enough time.

DONNELL:  You’ve also trained and participated in a grueling sporting event.  Tell us about that?

JULIE: I trained for a triathlon a few years ago. Unfortunately, my lack of swimming skills ended my try at a triathlon race before I could attempt it. Drowning is not how I want to go.

DONNELL:  What’s your favorite room in your house, and when you’re not writing where will we find you?

JULIE: My favorite room is our den/office, which houses my desk as well as my husband’s. It’s also home to our library, a fireplace and some cozy chairs for reading. When I’m not writing or posting to Facebook and Twitter I’m in my dining room making cards (I took over the table *evil laugh*).

DONNELL:  What inspired Molly Gets her Man?

JULIE: Molly is an exaggerated extension of my own flakiness. I can be really silly/dense/look at the world sideways sometimes, and I kept asking myself if I were really smart, and lacked all common sense, what would I do? The story may have also been influenced by the fact that I worked in a hospital for 6 years and saw a lot of people do a lot of stupid stuff, then come to the ER to get it “fixed”.

DONNELL:  What’s the most unusual thing you have in your closet?

JULIE: Good Lord, are you sure you want an honest answer to this question??? Let’s see…valium (left over from the last time I went to the dentist) would probably be the most unusual thing. I think. Really, Donnell, you don’t want to know what else is in there. I haven’t cleaned out my closet in a while.

DONNELL:  Have you ever jaywalked?

JULIE: Yes. Yes, I have. A lot. Then again, I live in a hick-town where no one cares about jaywalking much.

DONNELL:  Julie, now it’s your turn.  Time to ask the reader a question.  And here please list if you’d like to do a give away? 

Readers, what is the silliest thing you’ve ever done?

One commenter will win a free copy of Molly Gets Her Man!

Molly Gets Her Man

Barnes & Noble

Twitter: @julieroweauthor


  1. This sounds like a great read!! :) I have done a lot of silly things like looking for my car keys after a 12 hour shift only to see through the locked window they are still in the ignition...thankfully I had turned the car off...put some weird things in the fridge or fridge stuff in the cupboards, etc...

    1. Yes, Peaces of me, but have you ever gotten out of your car, locked it with it still running? Raises hand :)

    2. Lol, no haven't gone that far!!! Oh,I am not entering I already got this book by the way! :)

  2. Julie, wishing you great success with Molly Gets her Man! Welcome

  3. Too many to list... like forgetting the theme park tickets at home and we have to drive back home to get them.... and having my husband remind me about this for years and years...

  4. I confess, Peases of me, I have indeed locked myself out of my van while it was running. More than once. I now carry a spare door key and keep it in the pocket of whatever I'm wearing. Locksmiths are expensive!

  5. Thanks Donnell for the warm welcome! I need it, it's a balmy -7 F here today.

  6. May, I've left tickets behind too. I'm afraid that when I get into a really good book, I forget everything! I now use kettles with auto-shut offs because I've burned 3 stove top kettles - letting them burn dry - while reading.

  7. I actually did lock my car keys in the car. I had to go to the neighbors house and climb the fence to get into my house. I had to climb through the kitchen window because the doors were locked. My dog was watching me and probably thinking I was nuts.

  8. Can't think of anything now

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  9. Rita, look at it like it was an exercise. Now you know how to get out of your house if it's on fire. :-)

  10. All I can think of right now is several years back when my sister-in-law and I went into Flounders here on Pensacola Beach for a $2.00 bushwhacker (a really good drink). We were talking and not paying a lot of attention and before we knew it we'd had three apiece and had to wait for our husbands to pick us up. Obviously--to everyone--we were the cheapest drunks around.