Dawn
Dawn asked Susan Mallery:

Do you listen to a certain kind of music while writing or are you a 'no distractions' kind of person? What soundtrack would you give Daughters of the Bride?

Susan Mallery Hi, Dawn! Thanks for the question. While I'm writing, I don't usually listen to music, but I do listen to music a lot when I'm in brainstorming mode. There's something about it that helps free my mind to wander. I listen to a lot of Top 40, pop, country, and classic rock. Songs can often inspire stories--not just the words, but the emotions that the songs make me feel. Music helps me tap into my emotions, for sure.

Hm, the soundtrack for Daughters of the Bride... If it were made into a movie, I imagine the opening credits with an upbeat love song, something that feels both happy and humorous. There would be a few sultry slow dance songs, the kind you'd play as you're making love. One or two heartbreak songs. And there has to be something from Taylor Swift. Here's why...

(a snippet from Daughters of the Bride):

Courtney hadn’t checked the hotel's parking lot to see if Quinn’s car was there. Not that she usually kept track of guests’ vehicles. Except in his case, it was pretty easy to tell. There was only one Bentley parked there.

She was about to knock again when the door opened. Quinn stood in front of her, all tall and sexy in jeans and a—she blinked—Taylor Swift T-shirt.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a Swifty,” she admitted. “This changes things.”

“I like the irony of the T-shirt.”

“No one believes that.” She rubbed her temples. “Oh, God. Now I can see you dancing to 'Shake It Off.' My eyes! My eyes!”

Quinn chuckled. The low, rumbly sound did odd things to her stomach. She, um, shook it off, and reminded herself she was here to work.

“Okay, time for me to clean your room. Move aside.”

Quinn didn’t budge from the doorway. One brow rose. “Do you talk to all your guests that way?”

“No, but you’re different.”

“I have no doubt of that.”

“I meant like family. Joyce and I go way back and you’re her grandson. So that makes you…” She wasn’t sure what.

“An uncle?” he asked drily.

“No. That seems a little creepy. We could be cousins.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Whatever our relationship, I need to clean your room.”

“I’m good.”

A voice in her head unexpectedly whispered that she was sure that was true. No doubt Quinn was very good. All that experience, not to mention rhythmic ability.
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