Kicking off April, the Sassy Girls welcome Ryleigh Sloan, author of The Dark Side of Chemistry. In this interview, Ryleigh discusses her work and the process that makes the magic happen behind the scenes.

Hi there, my name is Ryleigh Sloan, author of contemporary romance, Cliché and romantic suspense novel, The Dark Side of Chemistry. I love writing if I don’t get time to write I get really cranky lol. Aside from that, I enjoy driving my friends and family crazy with my indecisiveness.

Q: When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

A: This is going to sound weird but I never really aspired to be a writer. I had stories in my head but I didn’t think I’d actually be able to write them. Then one day I tried and realized how much I loved it. That was about five years ago.

Q: How long does it take you to write a book?

A: It took me nine months to write Cliché, and five years to write The Dark Side of Chemistry.

Q: What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

A: It depends on how close I am to my deadline but I usually try an hour a day. When it is close to deadline, I write all weekend.

Q: What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

A: I never write in a linear fashion, I jump all over the book. With The Dark Side of Chemistry, I started right in the middle of the book.

Q: How do books get published?

A: I publish on Amazon.com

Q: Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

A: I research everything I need but I usually get my ideas from the characters in my head or music.

Q: When did you write your first book and how old were you?

A: I started The Dark Side of Chemistry five years ago when I was thirty-seven.

Q: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

A: I love reading and spending time with my family.

Q: What does your family think of your writing?

A: They are very supportive of my writing.

Q: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

A: That I could actually write. LOL.

Q: How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

A: I’ve written two books. I think The Dark Side of Chemistry is my favorite. Lol, that feels awful to say, like I’m choosing a favorite child, but I think I went through so much writing this book that it will always mean a lot to me.

Q: Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

A: This is always a difficult question for me to answer because I don’t feel like I’m in any position to give writing advice but what works for me is I allow my characters to tell me their story. Also practicing all the time helps.

Q: Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

A: I have the most incredible readers. I hear from them all the time and they either share how much they enjoyed the story or just check in to see how my day is going. It means so much to me.

Q: What do you think makes a good story?

A: I think a story that makes you feel all the feels is a good story.

Q: As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

A: I wanted to work in a video store because I liked how it sounded when the VHS cases closed. (Yip, I’m that old) LOL.

The Dark Side of Chemistry blurb:

One mistake.

They say you can’t be in love with two people at the same time, but that’s exactly what happened to me. I knew it would catch up with me one day but I didn’t expect that when I went down, I’d take Trent and Jensen along with me. Trent has always been the loving and dependable one—Jensen, unpredictable, cruel . . . and compelling.

When Trent was given orders to deploy to Afghanistan to test a highly classified and dangerous serum, I couldn’t shake the feeling that life was about to irrevocably change. Little did I know how much. My secret was just what an unknown enemy needed to destroy our lives.

And he did.

I made a mistake once, and now we’re all paying for it…

Excerpt
I woke up with arms and legs wrapped around me. Smiling to myself, I leaned over to place a kiss on Trent’s cheek and froze.
No! No, no, no, no, no! This wasn’t happening! I looked at Jensen, lying peacefully on his back. Holding my breath, I lifted the sheet, then slapped it back down over my body. We were naked! Oh God, how had this happened, and where was Trent? Panic made the bile rise in my throat; my heart was thundering in my chest as I tried to remember what happened last night. I remembered the kiss, remembered telling Jensen to leave me alone, remembered sitting out on the balcony and drinking the bourbon. Sick dread filled my stomach. I pushed Jensen away and leapt out of the bed, tucking the sheet around my body.
“You slimy son of a bitch, Jensen. This is low, even for you!”
Jensen’s voice, thick with sleep, mumbled, “What the hell?”
“How could you?” My voice cracked as my anger rose in waves.
“What are you talking about, Skyla? Can we save your drama for a reasonable hour or at least until I’ve had some coffee?” Jensen placed his hands behind his head, not at all ashamed of his nakedness. “And what are you doing in my room, wearing that lovely sheet?” His smile was positively wicked.
“This is my room,” I spat. “I get it, I get that you have nothing but contempt for me, but to take away my choice, to do this to Trent. How could you?” I leapt across the bed, blindly punching him, raining blows on his head and chest, the anger and betrayal I felt like no other emotion I’d ever experienced.
Before I knew what hit me, Jensen had pinned me with my arms above my head. I thrashed around, trying to buck him off me. “I didn’t drug you.” The words were uttered through clenched teeth. “Just calm the fuck down, Skyla.” He repositioned his weight as he tried to hold me still, but I’d be damned if I let him take advantage of me again. He lowered his head until I could feel his warm breath on my face. “For all I know, you drugged me, because believe me, princess, I would have to be out of my fucking mind to have sex with you.”
Humiliation stained my cheeks. How dare he, the arrogant . . . Kicking out, I tried to get him off me, but he tightened his grip on my wrists. Damn, I was going to have bruises.
Jensen’s jaw twitched. “Look, Skyla, just calm down. We need to figure out what the hell happened. I’m going to let you go, but so help me if you try hitting me again—”
The dull ring of the room phone interrupted Jensen’s threat. I struggled underneath his weight. “Jensen, let me up.”
He didn’t budge, his fingers tightening around my wrists.
“Jensen, let me up, it could be Trent.” He released me as though I’d scalded him and moved off me. I scooted to the edge of the bed. “Hello?”