Showing posts with label author interview. Show all posts
Showing posts with label author interview. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Interview with author Adam Bromley!

Unknown Unknowns by Adam Bromley (Piqwiq publishing)
 
After punching an American captain into a mound of profiteroles, Kat Foster’s future in the Foreign Office looks bleak.

She is given one last chance to redeem herself, thanks to her boss and a shady US intelligence agent. It involves travelling to Ozerkistan to debrief a prisoner, aka “The Chemist”. He has contacted a US embassy claiming to have valuable information about a former Russian weapons programme, codenamed Pandora , which he will trade in return for his freedom.

The only snag is that her destination, Ozerk City, does not appear on any printed maps and Ozerkistan does not appear to exist.

Nevertheless, faced with almost certain career ruin, Kat launches herself into the unknown, promising to contact no one, entirely unequipped by an unhelpful and obscure brief.

Meanwhile, in Moscow, the vodka-swigging, foul-mouthed General Berezin has also intercepted The Chemist’s message. Determined to prevent the truth about Project Pandora emerging, he makes a beeline for Kat and The Chemist. Also making his way towards Ozerkistan is Kat’s aristocratic and over-cultivated boss, fearing for her safety on the journey he assigned to her.

Teeming with larger than life characters, Unknown Unknowns is a witty, fast-paced thriller laced with spades of quintessential British humour.




First off please tell us a little about yourself.
My background is producing comedy for the BBC, mostly for Radio 4 as well as CBBC. I’ve also produced pilots for E4 and BBC3. These days I’m Managing Director of Rushforth Media, one of the UK’s leading audiobook production companies. As a writer, I’ve co-written sketch shows for Radio 4 and devised a BBC3 pilot.

I hear you have a new book out, Unknown Unknowns? Could you give us a little info on that?
It’s a comedy spy novel, about a disgraced diplomat who is a given a chance to rescue her career by travelling to a lawless country, Ozerkistan, to debrief a prisoner. Unfortunately a Russian general also wants to reach the prisoner first as does a corrupt CIA official, as the captive claims to have the Pandora formula – a weapon of devasting power. So it’s like Bourne film, with jokes.

How do you balance writing with everything else you have going on in your life?
With difficulty is the honest answer. My wife, Jenny, is very supportive, otherwise I think it would impossible. I have to find time on evenings and weekends to write which isn’t ideal. If I was able to spend several months only writing, I’d have finished the book much sooner.

You worked as a comedy producer for the BBC for 8 years?! How did you find going from comedy to writing Thrillers?
My novel is not a straight thriller, there are plenty of comic moments throughout, so that’s an easier transition than writing serious fiction. Yet I think the same principles apply to all writing whether it’s comedy or drama and whatever the medium. You have to engage with your audience and keep them hooked. The hardest part was structuring the book and keeping track of rewrites. A sitcom script is only 5,500 words, a novel is typically 70 to 80,000 words long. So when you change something in the opening chapters, there’s a lot of work making sure you’ve followed up any loose ends.


You also created a childrens show for CBBC called Stupid!, how different was that from what you were doing before?
I can’t take credit for creating the show, that was the brainchild of the wonderful writer Dean Wilkinson. But I did work with Dean and others from the pilot script to the finished show. The highlight for me was being able to design the look of Goober, the gremlin butler, who ended up with purple pot belly and a furry tail.

How do you handle any negative press or comments (if any) from readers/listeners?
Feedback is what every creative person needs to do a better job next time. I’ve got a fairly thick skin from my producing days, where my shows would be reviewed in most national newspapers. You shouldn’t take every negative review to heart, as sometimes it’s just a matter of taste. If more than one person picks up on the same point, then it suggests there’s room for improvement.

And now for a few random questions :)

Would you rather write or do radio?
That’s a tricky question. I loved making radio shows, but it was a different era then. Before the scandal with Russell Brand, BBC producers were left to their own devices more or less. I produced The Now Show for two years, without much oversight – the perfect way to make comedy. These days, it’s all about compliance. What that means in practise is anything sensitive or potentially offensive has to be vetted. Often it can mean the joke gets cut. For me, that takes a lot of the joy out of the process, in particular for radio which is a pure form – script, actors and usually an audience. So to answer your question on a roundabout way, I prefer writing these days.

Who are your favourite authors?
Tibor Fischer, PJ O’Rourke, Ian Rankin.

Who's your favourite actor?
Another tricky question... From TV actors in the UK, I’d say Olivia Colman is the best and most versatile there is, who I have had the privilege of working with on several occasions. And then of course, there’s the McConnaissance: Matthew McConnaghey has delivered a series of stunning performances in recent years.

Thank you so much for visiting today and sharing with us Adam!


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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Love's Sorrow by Terri Rochenski blog tour and author interview :)

Title: Love’s Sorrow (Means of Mercy #1)
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: April 21, 2014
Keywords: Sweet, Historical Romance

Blurb:
Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.

Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow's unrelenting waves of grief.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW

Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m a stay-at-home mom to three little children who rarely if ever finds me time. I have no idea how I get any writing, let alone blogging, editing, or guest posts for blog tours done!


How did you come up with the idea for your book?
This story came to mind over 10 years ago, in a life I’ve since left to start anew. I’ve always enjoyed history—and womens roles / places in society along the years. It’s amazing how drastically things have changed in just a few hundred years. My hope is to remind women how good we really have, and how we need to be thankful for all the opportunites we now have.


When did the characters first pop into your head?
It’s been over a decade since Anne first started talking to me. She has evolved into a lovely young lady, and gone much further in her growth than I ever expected.


Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
It took me awhile to get the timeline right, and once I did, I realized a few changes needed to take place in order for a natural flow. Surprised? I’d say no. Just excitement building, along with a thrill of where Anne would eventually end up.


Where do you like to write?
I’ll write wherever and whenever I can. Last summer I really enjoyed sitting outside in the shade and writing by hand with a pen & my clipboard while the girls played in their sand box. However, this year the little man will be crawling all over the place and doubtless wanting to eat every bug and rock his pudgy fingers pick up. So...nap time I suppose?


Do you read a lot?
Not nearly as much as I used to—or as much as I’d like. These days it’s either write or read, and with deadlines looming, the write and edit usually win out.


Who are some of your favourite authors?
Sheesh. That is a tough one. Lisa Kleypas, Stephanie Laurens, Roni Loren, Jocelyn Adams, Robert Jordan, Terry Goodkind, and a hundred others!


And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
Never give up, and keep honing your craft. Keep hitting the submit button!!



AUTHOR BIO
Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.
Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

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Monday, 17 March 2014

Author Interview with London Saint James. For the Love of Murphy.

Sometimes it pays to be unlucky...

Marissa Carmichael wasn’t usually a klutz, but she was having a bad day, in a hurry, and lost her balance. It was too late to catch herself. Arms flailing, her forehead connected with the side of the display. She crumbled down beside it like a limp noodle one minute, and was in the arms of a handsome stranger the next.

Trey Cleary didn’t think his day could get any worse, but after picking up his side view mirror from the ground, he was wrong. On a mission to do something about it, he located the flower shop that matched the name on the back of the van that mangled his BMW and went inside to inform the owner of the issue, only he was sidetracked by a beautiful woman who burst into the room like an out of control whirling dervish. For such a petite looking person she made a huge entrance, and then took one mother of a wipeout. After going to the woman’s aid, Trey realized there was something alluring about her that made him want to be her own personal hero.

For Marissa and Trey, this just might be the one time it pays to be unlucky.
 

AUTHOR INTERVIEW

Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m London Saint James, and I have a lot of characters rattling around in my head so I write about them. Sometimes I write sweet romance and sometimes I write naughty romance novels. I’m in love with my hot man, my fluffy fat cat, anything chocolate, and Coca-Cola.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
I saw a submission call with Roane Publishing for a sweet romance anthology called, For the Love of Murphy, were the theme for the stories were to be based around bad luck (Murphy’s Law) and I knew I had to write something becuase I loved that concept. The idea for my story, The Shamrock Incident just followed along well with what Roane was looking for. So the idea sparked from that submission call.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
I’m pretty sure Marissa Carmichael had been lingering around in my thoughts for a while, and when I decided to go for the Murphy’s Law theme, she was kicking and ready to go

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
The first part of the story was pretty straight forward. Marissa is having a horrible day, has a huge klutz moment, and takes a tumble. There was a surprise along the way. My original ending changed during the edits process, and I’m happy with the way things turned out.

Where do you like to write?
I write using my trusty old laptop while flopped in a comfortable chair, stretch out on my couch, or even lounging across my bed.

Do you read a lot?

I really try to. I love to read, but I don’t read as much as I use to. I find my own writing takes a lot of time away from lesiure reading, although I sneak a few books in here and there. *Smiles*

Who are some of your favourite authors?
This is a hard one because it is a very long list. This is just a few. Megan Hart, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Charlaine Harris, Gena Showalter, Sarah McCarty, Julia London. A whole bunch of fellow authors from my publishers. I could go on and on, and on.

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
Write what you love. What you find inspiring. Read as much as you can. Find someone wonderful to bounce ideas off of. Grow a thick skin, and don’t let negativity get you down. Keep yourself in your work, and keep on writing.

EXCERPT
Marissa slammed the handset back onto the receiver and swiped her palms along the front of her jeans, leaving a trail of green sparkle smeared down her thighs, before she hurried to the propped open door to the shop.
Hello?” A deep male voice echoed. “Is anyone here?”
I’ll be right with you!” She slipped on one of the paper shamrock decorations. As she righted herself, her left foot came down dead center on the tape. “Son of a biscuit eater.” She kicked the shamrock free of her path and, half bent over, started hopping, right knee crooked, foot up, trying to grab the sticky, smooshed wad from the bottom of her shoe.
Her long hair swirled around her face and mouth. She reached for the tape with one hand, swiped the rogue strands back with her other, freeing her vision—doing what she imagined looked like some odd version of a modern interpretive dance—then lost her balance just as she hopped, stumbled, tumbled through the open door and into the store.
Arms flailing, her forehead connected with the side of the display case that was chock-full of silk flowers. She crumpled down beside it like a limp noodle.
She thought someone said something, except she couldn’t be sure. She tried to concentrate.
The phone was ringing.
Just my luck.
The sound stopped. Started. Stopped…
Maybe, since she was seeing stars and her head was pounding to beat the band, the intermittent trill came from deep inside her skull.
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Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Check out my interview with author Steve McHugh!

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His name is Nathan Garrett, but he’s also known as Hellequin. And murdering one of his friends and trying to blow him up is a good way to get this centuries-old sorcerer’s full attention…
An old friend’s dead body, a cryptic note, and an explosion that almost costs him his own life propel Nate headfirst into a mystery involving a new threat from an old foe. Now he must piece together the connections between a grisly series of tattooed murder victims, an imprisoned madman, a mysterious alchemist, and a deranged plot to usurp the throne of the hidden realm of Shadow Falls, rival to the power of Avalon.
Can Nate avert the coming slaughter, or will he become the latest to fall in this clandestine war?
With the story careening between modern-day New York and Ontario and 1977 Maine, With Silent Screams continues the gritty and action-packed mix of urban fantasy and ancient mythology that mark Steve McHugh’s popular Hellequin Chronicles.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW


Please tell us a little about yourself
My name is Steve McHugh. I’m originally from a small town in South Yorkshire, England called Mexbrough, but I currently live in Southampton with my wife, 3 young daughters and pet bearded dragon called Kaiju. I’ve been writing to some degree or another since I was at school, but Crimes Against Magic was my first published work, which was in 2012. Since then I’ve published two sequels (the most recent of which was With Silent Screams) and a novella.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
Like everything I’ve ever written the start of the idea comes from a tiny spark from something that interests me and it grows from there. In this case it was the idea that someone would murder the main character, Nathan Garrett’s, friend and then try to kill him. I wanted to know how he’d react to that. Badly for those involved was the answer.

As Nate used to be Merlin’s assassin, I also wanted to show more of the people who make up his past, hence Galahad. The two of them grew up together as friends in Camelot, but something happened to split that friendship and I wanted to explore that.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
Nate’s always in my head and has been for years. Which sounds terrifying, but it means I can figure out how he’d react to a situation with relative ease.

Apart from Nate, the first character I knew I wanted in the book was Galahad. I wanted someone from Nate’s past, someone who had known him for a long time, someone who definitely wouldn’t take any crap from Nate. Having two people, both sort of vying for that alpha-male spot, made for some fun interactions.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
Each of my books has two storylines. One set in the current time, and one set in the past. As Nate is a 1600 year old sorcerer, I’ve got a lot of past to choose from, but the past story has to link to the present one, otherwise what’s the point?

Once I’ve got the present plot figured out, the past portion of the book comes along pretty easily. But I don’t tend to plot out in detail. I usually have the main plot points I want to get to and roughly who is doing what, where, but the actual detail of each chapter I leave until I start writing it. If I did it any other way, I’d only ignore it and change things anyway, so this makes my life considerably easier. And it’s nice to be surprised.


Where do you like to write?
My office is my usual writing spot. It’s away from everyone else in the house and it’s quiet. Most of the time anyway. But I can usually write anywhere. I can block out noise around me, so it’s usually not too difficult to get a few things down when I have time.


Do you read a lot?
I used to read all the time, but I don’t get as much chance as I used to. I usually read a few books a month, alongside some comics. I’m just pickier about what I read these days.

Who are some of your favourite authors?

I have so many favorite authors from so many different genres; Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, John Connolly, Dan Abnett, Gail Simone, Sarah Pinborough, Jim Butcher, Stephen King, Warren Ellis, Greg Rucka, Robin Hobb, Richard Morgan, Kelley Armstrong, Karen Travis and many, many more. Those are just the ones off the top of my head.



And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
Write what you like, what you enjoy. Don’t just write something because it’s popular or because someone told you that’s what you should write. Because if you don’t write something you care about, your readers will notice and can always tell what work an author put their heart into.

AUTHOR BIO
Steve’s been writing from an early age, his first completed story was done in an English lesson. Unfortunately, after the teacher read it, he had to have a chat with the head of the year about the violent content and bad language. The follow up ‘One boy and his frog’ was less concerning to his teachers and got him an A.
It wasn’t for another decade that he would start work on a full-length novel that was publishable, the results of which was the action-packed Urban Fantasy, Crimes Against Magic.

Steve McHugh lives in Southampton on the south coast of England with his wife and three young daughters. When not writing or spending time with his kids, he enjoys watching movies, reading books and comics, and playing video games.

 
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Sunday, 23 February 2014

Come and find out about Her Favourite Vice, Holden Granger's new novel

Kelly Thomas has worked hard to make detective and be taken seriously as a cop. Now she’s been given her first major case on the Vice Squad, and it’s the kind that can make a career. Going undercover to pose as a high-end escort is going to push her to the limits of her comfort zone. The fact that her new partner, veteran detective Ryan Mackie, tempts her in very unprofessional ways doesn’t make things any easier. Can she keep her cool even as the case heats up?

AUTHOR INTERVIEW
 
Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m Holden Granger, a writer with a lifetime of experience, but only a few years experience of writing anything that the public would want to read. I’ve been a banker, a private investigator, a video producer and political campaign manager.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
I’m always intrigued with stories about people who have to pretend to be someone else. Spies, undercover cops and writers of erotica all have to get into a role. I thought there was a fun story in to be written from that.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
In this case, the core idea for the plot came first, then I asked what kind of people would be interesting to see live through it. The heroine and hero just kind of grew into it.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
I always hope for surprises as I write, that’s how I know I’m onto a good story. In this case, a character I had thought would play a very minor role became a much bigger part of the story than what I had planned, and I think she adds a lot to the story.

Where do you like to write?
I have an antique desk in my bedroom where I write. It’s the perfect size, and I can hide out without distraction.

Do you read a lot?
I don’t read as much as I’d like, and I read mostly nonfiction right now. I wish I had more time for it. My Kindle has been a huge help. I can take it anywhere and read a few pages whenever I’m stuck waiting for someone or something.

Who are some of your favourite authors?
Last summer I read Jules Verne for the first time as an adult, and really enjoyed it. I also enjoy Mario Puzo, Neil Gaiman and Anne Rice.

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
The hardest thing for me has been to just sit down and do it. We’ve all heard the same thing of lot of writers out there, but it is true. The best writers have made it habit to sit down and write every day. What has helped me enormously is working on a couple of stories at once. When I feel blocked on one, I work on the other.

EXCERPT
Ryan reached out and pulled her in slowly. Kelly looked down in a flirty display of mock shyness. Ryan gripped her chin and tilted her face upwards toward his. She was momentarily distracted by the how the gentleness of his grip contrasted with the hands that looked so hard and rough. All other thought vanished as he leaned down. Kelly's mind had time register that they were about to kiss when his lips touched hers.
It was for the benefit of the camera. This was her police partner, but the kiss chased the reservations away. His lips were soft but demanding, and his hands drifted to her hips, pulling her against him. She felt his mouth open and hers followed. She wondered for a moment what tongues were supposed to do in a fake kiss. He answered the question as he tasted her. This wasn't a fake kiss. His tongue teased her and she melted into him.
He pulled away. She moaned a little in disappointment and was shocked to realize it wasn't all an act.
"I've waited a long time for this. I've got to have you," Ryan said, reaching for the bottom of her dress. Kelly went stiff, but Ryan felt her tension and gave her a wink.
Kelly relaxed and grinned back. This was a show, but they could have fun with it.
"Aren't you impatient," Kelly said with a scolding laugh "Is this how you treat a lady?" She made sure her back was to the camera as she moved closer to the side of the bed.
"I'm not waiting another minute," Ryan said and reached again for the hem of her dress.
This time she let him have it and obediently raised her arms. Ryan lifted the dress over her head. He paused, studying her a little too long for her comfort. In a silk lace bra that in stronger light would be nearly transparent and a tiny thong that barely covered her sex, Kelly struggled not to be self-conscious. She'd never expected to have to reveal this much in a sting operation.
 
 AUTHOR BIO
 
Holden Granger brings a wide variety of life experiences to his writing. He has worked as a political campaign manager, private investigator, and financial industry entrepreneur. Holden has also traveled extensively in the United States, Europe, and Asia in search of cultural perspectives on love, sex, and relationships. He has published other works with Breathless Press including Amateur Night and The Strength to Submit. Fans can contact him at grangerholden@yahoo.com.

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Come and meet Allison Merritt and her novel Wildwood Spring :D

No one goes to Wildwood Manor, a hulking stone house on a hill outside town. Legend has it crazy old man Wildwood owes his life to the magical water of the spring at the back of the property. Celia Landry needs that water to save her mother, and she’ll brave anything to get it.

Turner Wildwood, the son of the house’s eccentric builder, is growing as reclusive as his father. When Celia turns up at his door, he’s drawn by her beauty and bravery. Wary of strangers, he doesn’t reveal his identity, but agrees to her request. When she returns to Wildwood in wake of personal tragedy, he's waiting there with a stunning change in his heart. He knows he should tell her the truth, but he doesn't want to ruin their budding friendship.

Celia's curiosity leads her to part of the frightening answers hidden behind Wildwood's doors, but her own troubled past may lead Turner into danger neither of them suspected.

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AUTHOR  INTERVIEW

Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m from Southwest Missouri where I live with my husband and a very spoiled Japanese chin named PeeWee. In my down time, my favorite activities are hiking, reading, watching movies, and poking around the internet to find the weirdest stuff available. I write historical, paranormal, and steampunk romances.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
For our honeymoon, my husband and I went to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We've made it a habit to go down at least once a year. It's kind of a magical place, very old, so it has an otherworldly feeling about it because it's home to the one of the largest collections of Victorian homes in America. It's settled in the Ozark Mountains on top of steep hills and deep valleys. There are a lot of springs, hence the name, and people in the 19th century believed the water had healing properties. I thought it would be interesting to write a novel set to that theme.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
I started writing Wildwood Spring in July 2013. I wanted to do something that was a little like Beauty and the Beast, with the heroine who's kind of odd compared to the others she knows and a hero who wasn't the kind of person who would be socially acceptable, even if he was privileged. Celia, the heroine, is named for my great-great grandmother on my mom's side. Turner, the hero, is actually the married surname of my great-great grandmother on my mom's side. I love incorporating a little personal history with my characters.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way?
I'm a total pantser. I might have a good idea of how the novel ends, but I let the characters guide me, so every time I sit down to write is an adventure. Most of the time I'm like, yeah, that's good, you characters are really smart. Most of the time.

Where do you like to write?
I have a chair in our living room where I do most of my writing, but I also like to do it in bed because there's no TV in there and fewer distractions. Writing at libraries is good too because I can sit at a table or a cubicle and I pretty much have tunnel vision for the word document.

Do you read a lot?
A lot is probably an understatement. I work in a library and there's always another book to read. I've either always got my computer with Kindle going or a book in hand and I take books everywhere.

Who are some of your favourite authors?
I love Linda Lael Miller, Karen Witemeyer, Louis L'Amour, Leigh Greenwood, and Alex Flinn. They're all so good!

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
I read a NaNoWriMo pep talk by Kate DiCamillo that talked about the nay sayers and people who try to stomp on your dreams. She said these people are as important to your writing as everyone who loves it. I agree with her 100%. For everyone who ever had a bad thing to say about my writing or ignored it, I have to admit, those people made me stronger and more determined to succeed. So embrace the bad and the good and become better. You can see the pin on my Pinterest board of Kate's words here: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/160229699213908934/

EXCERPT

"Would you like to dance?" Mischief sparkled in his blue eyes. "This is one of my favorite songs. Despite my almost solitary upbringing, dance was part of my education."
She felt heat scorch her cheeks. "Not part of mine, I'm afraid."
"I'll teach you." He faced her, putting one hand on her waist and taking her hand in his. "Do the opposite of what I do. I'll count."
He counted in fours, moving in time with the music. Celia stumbled, but after a few moments, she caught on. Turner led her around the room as they spun in circles. She laughed, forgetting her worries. It wasn't a ball and they were both in their nightclothes, but it was as elegant a dance as she could hope for.
Turner grinned as he pulled her a little closer. Their bodies came together, fitting perfectly. He dropped her hand, wrapping both arms around her waist. They stopped moving, standing in the shadow of the mastodon. Dark blond hair fell over his forehead, but it didn't hide the desire on his face.
"Turner?"
"Yes, Celia."
Her name was a delicate breath of air, and he clung to her as though afraid she was a dream. She was too wide awake to believe that. Her senses seemed sharper than ever. He smelled of the lemony soap Mrs. Southard used for washing the sheets and the coffee he'd had at supper. Even in the muted firelight, she saw him clearly, his golden hair bright as sunbeams, his blue eyes the color of the sky after a storm.
She'd never been a romantic, knowing all too well she'd either be a spinster or a housewife too busy with chores and children to consider stolen kisses. She'd never imagined a man would want to show her stars, or dance with her around the skeleton of an ancient beast. These were moments she could cherish forever, think of when her world came back into focus.
It all had to end.
He lifted his hand to her face, pushing a strand of hair over her ear. "You look upset."
"I'm grateful." She forced the words out. "It's not every day I get escorted around a ballroom."
"You mean it might never happen again." He looked somber. "You'll return to the kind of life you led before we met. One where you're often hungry, alone, and overworked."
She glanced away, hating the truth of his words. "It isn't that bad."
"Somehow I don't believe you."
He wouldn't, not after the way she'd reacted to everything he'd shown her in his life. They were from different places and he could never understand how she'd lived before. She couldn't explain it without risking his pity.
"You could always stay. I'll find something for you to do in the manor. Official book reader. In the evenings you could recount all my favorites and the new ones I don't have time for."
His breath stirred the hair near her ear, tickling her skin.
"I think I prefer the title of cookie sampler. Who wouldn't want to sit in Finny's kitchen all day tasting the items he draws out of the oven." She pressed her cheek against his velvet lapel and closed her eyes. "You should have taken me back to town when you found me at the spring."
"I couldn't do that." There was the slightest hitch in his voice, as though the idea caused him pain.
"I'll be ruined for life outside of Wildwood."
"Good. Then you'll have to come back."

AUTHOR BIO
A love of reading turned Allison Merritt into an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She graduated college with a B.A. in mass communications that's gathering dust since it was determined that she's better at writing fluff than hard news.
She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she's not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

 
 
 

Friday, 21 February 2014

Meet Torie James and find out what she lives next to!!!!

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love...
A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don’t lead home and some myths only grow into legend.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW

1. Please tell us a little about yourself. I love chocolate more than any one person should, I still get choked up watching old black and whites on the A & E channel and I firmly, with all of my heart believe in Narnia, Hogwarts, Wonderland, Neverland and the TARDIS.

2. How did you come up with the idea for your book? Completely by accident. The book I began to write was not the one I ended up with! I had ideas about master vampires and potty mouthed, chocolate loving women with absolutely NO Arthurian overtones. It had merit, THAT book. But then one night, I fell asleep after watching Highlander and Harry Potter. I was in a foggy forest and suddenly there it was! An anicent boulder, covered in cobwebs, sitting in a shaft of radiant sunlight. Sticking out of it was the fabled sword known as Excalibur. It was my dream, and as we all know, dreams don’t need to make sense. That’s what reality is for. I marched right up and pulled that bad boy free. Then it shimmered and burst into glittery dust, disappearing from my grip. That’s when Merlyn appeared. Not the knock kneed, stick thin, old sorcerer of myth. My Merlyn looked more like Adrian Paul (I was watching Highland, remember!). He spoke and what he said threw me for a loop. And here we are...

3. When did the characters first pop into your head? Alexander and Sabrina both came to life a good month before I actually sat down and got to work. Sabrina was easy to flesh out, she’s me, just a bit more restrained. And that’s saying something since she’s a bit odd! 
 
4. Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? Surprises the whole way! The conversations I was having in my head among my characters was like to land me in a lovely padded room with my own huggy jacket!

5. Where do you like to write? In bed. My window faces the street and I literally live next door to Disneyland. I can see Sleeping Beauty’s castle from the bed and have my own personal fireworks show every night. 
 
6. Do you read a lot? *twitches* Why? What have you heard? I can quit anytime I want!7. Who are some of your favourite authors? Anne Rice, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Stephen King, Charlaine Harris, Maggie Shayne, Johann Lindsey and Phillipa Gregory.

8. And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there? If you’re in this gig to make money and be famous, get out. Now. Spare yourself that pain of ego crushing. If you’re writing because it’s as vital to you as breathing, because you have worlds to share and because you want to leave behind a far better legacy than money ever could, hop aboard. This isn’t a field for the faint hearted. Be strong, be brave and never let anyone tell you you won’t succeed. When they say that, you tell them, “watch me“.

Thank you so much for having me here today! It was a lovely honor! Much love, magic and success!

Thanks for being here! And WOW about living next door to Disneyland!!!!!!!!!!

EXCERPT
"Did you do that?"
"Do what? Screw up a perfectly good cake? Yes, yes I did."
He moved to her side. "No. I mean, did you make the fire go out?"
"What? I don't know. No. Yes. Maybe. Why?" She slid her eyes up to his and he was taken aback by the venom in that gaze.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You want the whole list or just the Cliff Notes?" She frowned back down at the pan and snorted in disgust at the blackened lump and shook her head. "Sorry about your oven. And pan. Cooking was never a strong point." She evaded answering his question.
"Then why did you start it?" He watched her agitated actions as she tried to dump out the "cake", shoving it down the garbage disposal with a wooden spoon. She was upset about something but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what.
"My Huntress, what's wrong?"
"Stop that! Just stop that!" She threw the switch on the disposal, keeping her face from him.
"Stop what?" He was genuinely confused.
"That whole "my huntress" bit. I'm not yours." Killing the switch, she mindlessly cleaned up her mess, stepping around him, still not making eye contact then she switched topics. "What are you doing home already anyway? Thought you'd be out for hours or whatever. You know, hunting." The way she curled her lip on the last word wasn't lost on him.
"Sabrina, it's necessary I make sure there are no more loose rogues running through the city, I told you that. The last thing we need is an army sneaking up on us. We need to fo—"
"Focus. Yep. I know." She made to go around him again as she grabbed at some dusty measuring cups, but he snaked out a hand and pulled her closer.
"What is wrong with you? And don't bother ly—"
She cut him off curtly. "Lying? Because you'll know? Does that line work on all women or do you just save it for me?" Her angry, bright eyes met his again, her tone derisive as she forged on, not letting him answer. "Fine, want to know what's wrong? You. You're what's wrong. You come blowing into my life looking like yummy wrapped up in delish, turn me into a vampire...excuse me...a guardian...my bad. Then you make me live in this freaking palace with you. One minute you're either chastising me or you're turning me on, and then pushing me away. And all the while, feeding me some mythical crap story about how I'm your dead wife and then leave me here, alone, while you go off and fang fuck God knows how many women and I have to..."
Alex was close to losing it, half torn between laughing at her obvious jealousy and growling with displeasure at how she wasn't seeing the larger picture at all. He yanked her even closer.
Again, bad idea.
Her unfettered, sweetly rounded breasts crushed against his hard chest, causing her to squeak and him to moan, whispering low. "Are you truly being obtuse or do you just enjoy torturing me?"
"Torture you? Torture You? What about me? I go my whole damn life wondering when or if, I'll ever know what it feels like to desire anything other than work and there you are. But you can't stand touching me. I'm repulsive."
He wanted to shake her, throttle some sense into the stubborn package that was Sabrina. "So, the concerns of a thousand years mean nothing to you? Or the fact that I'm trying desperately to figure out how we keep the past from repeating itself and all you're concerned with is having sex?"
"Oh, way to trivialize my feelings. Thanks."
"They are trivial compared to everything else, yes. You think I'm not touching you because I find you revolting?" He pushed her back against the counter, a devil on his shoulder as he slowly ground his hips into her, letting her feel the steely bulge of his erection. "Does that feel like I'm disgusted by you?"
"Then why? Why won't you...?" She bit off her own low growl, shoulders slumping in defeat even as her arms slid around his waist unconsciously, keeping them together. "Why won't you make love to me?"
"Did you ever think for a moment in your lovely, outraged sense of dramatics that perhaps I don't want to do anything that will harm you more than help?" He couldn't be this close to her without his heart hitching painfully, his instincts keening as the sleeping beast struggled to take over. The fact remained it was becoming harder and harder to resist her, to resist the passion that was clearly there between them. It was much stronger this time around. Much.
"Alex." Her voice was husky, sincere. "I read your other journal. I know you think that making love will somehow make me more vulnerable. That you felt you had diminished Vivianne's power somehow. But, I don't think that's it at all."
"You read that?" A low growl rumbled deep in his chest. "Break into my things, did you?"
"Recon work. That's my story." She snaked a hand up his back to curl around his neck. "Alex. You didn't do anything wrong. Neither did Vivianne. Why do you think it made her vulnerable?"
He set his face mulishly. "Merlyn once said that her power lay in her purity. She died the day after I made her mine." His haunted tone was thick. "Merlyn also said he thought she was invulnerable to mortal weapons and yet Mordred ran her through and pierced her heart. Tell me how that was not my fault? I'm not willing to risk you like that. Do you understand me? I won't sit by and watch you die. Not again."
He lowered his head even as he spoke, unable to stop the scorching, needy kiss that had her clutching at his back and him lifting her slightly onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, body arching under the contact. He was going up in flames, and knew she was melting into a puddle of need and arousal, he felt it for one hot moment.

AUTHOR BIO
"If you really want to read a book that hasn't been written yet, then you must write it" –Toni Morrison

Torie James has loved reading since she was old enough to hold a book in her lap. While her friends were out playing, she was generally curled up nearby, falling down rabbit holes, catching second stars to the right, and stepping through wardrobes into mysterious lands and countless adventures. When those stories ended, she made up her own and kept going. This later on translated into a strong passion for writing that has helped her keep her feet on the ground while her head stayed firmly in the clouds. Lover of Dr. Pepper, all things chocolate, and Duran Duran, her dreams finally became a reality recently, starting with the publication of co-authored poetry book titled Whispers in the Dark along with two contemporaries and friends, Ashley Nemer and Stacy Moran.
Timeless Night is her debut novel but she hopes to have many more forays into New Camelot where not everything remains myth.
Torie lives in Southern California with her family and a houseful of pets who rule the roost.


 

Sunday, 16 February 2014

A Taste for Killing? HK Sterling sure has ;)

I have another guest :) Today HK Sterling is here to talk about A Taste for Killing (a book, not an actual taste for killing lol).

Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

Please tell us a little about yourself.
I write under two pen names,one for younger adult books and the other for the more steamier adult books. H.K. Sterling is my pen name for these books and my current book, "A Taste For Killing which is a mystery/thriller. A short bio would be:
H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with a kick and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. H.K is currently working on a sequel to A Taste For Killing and a Science Fiction book of short twists.
You can contact H.K. on the following social media:
Twitter: @HKSterling
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/HK-Sterling/426989014069244?ref=hl
Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com
HK Sterling "Undercover Blog": http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

How did you come up with the idea for your book? 
I wanted to write a mystery/suspense book that also had romantic elements in it. My husband works in the construction industry so I decided to make that the main setting and it all just came together from there.

When did the characters first pop into your head? 
The main character, Carolyn Woods is a detective and she came from a lot of my own experience when it comes to insecurities LOL; Especially when it comes to dealing with men. Her strength at detective work though came straight from my head.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
 I am both a plotter and a pantser so I had the general plot and ideas but then threw things in along the way. When you are writing that happens a lot. Characters and stories take on a life of their own and sometimes you are just along for the ride!

Where do you like to write? 
I have an office/library with a built in desk and floor to ceiling bookshelves. When my husband and I bought a house it was with the requirement that there would be a room he could make for me like this. It also has a wood stove. Its the ideal place to write. I could actually stay in here for days.

Do you read a lot? 
Yes. I started young and read everything I could get my hands on. That has informed my life in many beneficial ways. I give credit to some great authors for helping to shape my mind.

Who are some of your favourite authors? 
Harlan Ellison, Philip K. Dick, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Jorge Borges, Arthur Rimbaud, Pablo Neruda, e.e. Cummings.

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
Learn the ins and outs of writing; there actually are things you should and shouldn't do. Then write, write, write, without censoring. Then when you finally edit, stay ruthless.

Excerpt
He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.
He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.
Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.
"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!" yelled someone.
Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."
An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"
"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.
On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.
"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"
"Parents."
"Girlfriend," he answered back.
We stared at each other. Complications.
The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."
I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.
The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."
"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."
I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.
"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.
"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation."
Jack's response: a grunt.
"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."
"No, you did one better."
"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"
"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads."
"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.
"No," he said, still grumpy.
"I see. So it's gonna be like that."
"I guess so."
I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah."
I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.
"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."
"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken from his pocket.
I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.