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Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be
here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second
full length PNR novel, Scar Tissue.
Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
A. I'm a bit of a recluse, I think most authors are. I live
way down in the south pacific in a little island country called New Zealand
(where Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit were filmed.) I'm a mum to two boys and
a dedicated equestrian. In fact I'm a bit animal mad. We have a flock of
chooks, two milking goats, a super hyper pup, a fluffy little Shetland pony and
my two thoroughbred horses. I'm trying to talk my man into a cat and a pig
next. I'm lucky enough to live rurally which means I can give in to my animal
obsession.
Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?
A. Hmm, interesting question. Probably the characters
themselves. I'm very character driven in my work and often feel like I have a
head full of imaginary friends clamoring for me to tell there stories.
Q. Tell us about your cover.
A. Well! That is a bit of a story. I struggle with covers.
I'm not really a fan of romance covers in general and often find them off
putting. I'm quite a private person and this is probably where this comes from.
I'm really not a flaunt it kinda girl.
When I was sent the cover for my first book I just said,
“Whatever, I'm not going to like anything you send me so just do what you
want.” Boy did I learn a lesson. I've had so many negative comments about the
white sports bra! I've come to realize I need to take an active part in my
branding. So when I was waiting for the cover for Scar Tissue I was nervous.
I'd already decided to be more proactive. The file arrived and I actually
opened it with my eyes squinted and my breath held.
I needn’t have bothered. There is so much to like with my
new cover. It's sexy without being too in your face. The color's font and style
match book one, making it clear that the two books are a series. It's obviously
paranormal and I feel that the models have captured the essence of my hero and
heroine. Plus, don't you just love that primitive tattoo?
Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us
A. Funny! There is no typical day for me. As I said I'm a
mum and an equestrian. I write around the edges. I write when it's raining. I
write on school days. I write in a notebook I keep by my bed another that's
always in my car and another one that lives in my bag. I write at work on note
paper. (Shhhh, don't tell my boss.) Sometimes I write on serviettes and paper
bags. Then I get to sit down at my computer and transcribe. If I'm lucky (or
the kids are unlucky) the muse takes hold and I'm off. When it's like that,
everything and everybody gets neglected. I write for days, from morning til
late in the night, I can barely hold a conversation, lose track of real life,
struggle to be responsible, hardly eat or sleep and live on coffee. My long
suffering family, I'm so lucky to have them.
Q. What inspires you?
A.Love inspires me. Obsession too. Those are the biggies.
On a more direct level, it's often images, photographs, music, lyrics. Lyrics
are big. Sometimes a whole character will be built around a single line from a
song and a single photograph.
Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
A. That's an easy one. An artist. Prior to picking up the
pen again I was an active fiber and textile artist. I sold in arts quarters and
galleries around the country and online internationally. If I wasn't writing,
I'd still be doing that, but you know the muse, she takes me where she wants,
so here I am.
Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?
A. Absolutely. My
imaginary friends tend to have big personalities, strong wills and are not
generally the most stable characters. Because I write paranormal, they are
often centuries old and their perspectives on life and their reactions too it
are colored by the eccentricity caused by living so long. They tell me their
stories, they direct it and I just sit back and let them speak.
Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?
A. Coffee! And quiet. Lots of quiet, alone time.
Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors
out there?
A. Study the craft of writing. Next to actually just sitting
down and writing, that's probably the most important thing. Learn how to make
your work better. Learn what makes writing good and bad. Also write first, edit
later. Just get the bones of the story down and worry about making it good
later.
Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
A. I'm not much of one for thinking about the future. I'm a
live in the moment girl, but if I have a dream, it's to be able to live off my
writing.
Q. Do you have a favourite quote?
A. 'Get off the cross, we need the wood.'
“Dry as a nuns c**t.'
and
'That went down like a cup of cold sick.'
As you can tell I have a bit of crass in my personality.
Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
A. Not so much these days, but mostly because I've learnt
tricks to get around it. Drumming in the 'Write first, edit later' rule has
been hugely instrumental in breaking through blocks. I tell myself that all
first drafts are sh*t and just to write. I tend to block if I worry about the
quality of what I'm writing. I find having a loose plot outline to follow helps
too.
Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?
A. Dominion book three, obviously and hopefully much sooner
than this one. Though that may depend on the book that has grabbed hold of me
at the moment. This is another paranormal, though possibly it's more of an
urban fantasy, with less focus on the romance. We'll see.
It centers on an unspecified species of shape shifting
blood drinkers and the society they have created which is loosely based on the
roman empires social structure, though set in modern times of course.
I also have a half finished PNR set in London that
explores the idea that vampires don't need blood to survive, but because
they're addicted to it. Blood junkies, so to speak.
Q. And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?
Blurb:
Caden James is a rare subspecies of vampire. That’s bad
enough, but it’s only going to get worse. The 2nd maturation is
almost upon him, when he will fall into the Dark Dominion. Unless he can find
the female fated to save his soul.
Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.….
Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.….
Excerpt:
Lust and
aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her
and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away
much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
“You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
“You sure?” she said.
With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
“What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
“Get rid of it.”
He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
“What else?” she repeated.
He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
“I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
His lips curled. Good, that was good.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
“You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
“You sure?” she said.
With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
“What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
“Get rid of it.”
He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
“What else?” she repeated.
He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
“I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
His lips curled. Good, that was good.
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