Friday, December 28, 2012

A Taste of Passion by Savannah Chase



Taste of Passion by Savannah Chase
Publishing Date: November 30, 2012
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Short story
Format: PDF, KindleFormat and more/ebook
ASIN: B00AGAQVEI
Price: $2.99

 

BLURB:
Bakery owner Valentine Benington’s day just went from the best of her life to the worst. Toronto Tribune reviewer, David Fraser, shows up for a review just after a fire comes close to destroying her kitchen. After David’s last assignment, which ended with food poisoning, it’s not the best of starts, especially since the job is a last-minute thing. He doesn’t expect to run into a woman from his past. First looks can be deceiving. The food isn’t the only thing on the menu he’d like to taste. When these two get baking, the flames from the oven aren’t the only thing setting the kitchen on fire.
EXCERPT:
“Yes, I’m still here,” she replied and covered her mouth with her sleeve trying to breath.
She had to get herself and Sam out of there before it was too late. Just as she moved over to stand up, her phone crashed to the ground, splintering into pieces. The battery slid across the floor and landed somewhere under the sink as the other pieces scattered around her feet.
“Shit,” she groaned.
She wasn’t going to wait for help to arrive and there was no time to run to the front to call them back. Every second that ticked by meant that Sam wasn’t receiving the help he desperately needed. Plus, there was no way to breathe in here. She had to get them outside into the fresh air. They would suffocate if they stayed any longer.
Valentine grasped his arms, lifted them up, and with all the energy she held inside her, she started to pull his unconscious body across the floor toward the back entrance. Sam’s larger statue made it difficult for her and robbed her of energy as she pushed herself and dragged him. The smoke stung her eyes and her airway began to constrict as she felt short of breath. Damn it, she wasn’t going to stop, not now. Valentine inhaled her last breath and pushed through the discomfort and the overwhelming urge to stop. As fast and hard as she could, she shoved her body against the heavy metal door with a thud. Losing her footing, she released Sam and crashed onto the cold, hard ground. Her body hungered for fresh air and she gasped in each breath, filling her oxygen deprived lungs.
Everything happened so fast. One minute she walked into the shop and the next she was battling a fire that was consuming the contents of whatever was in and around the oven. She barely remembered doing anything, let alone dragging Sam out. Adrenaline and instinct kicked in and she got them outside on autopilot.
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To find out more about Savannah Chase's writing please visit her website.



 

 

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Artful Dodging by M.S. Spencer

Please join me in welcoming M.S. Spencer as she shares with us some information about her books, as well a little bit of personal info.

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:

1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links.

AUTHOR PAGES:


BOOK INFORMATION

All five books are full-length contemporary romantic suspense, 2 to 3 flames, M/F. All but the last are available at Bookstrand, Fictionwise and allRomanceEbooks as well as Amazon and the publisher.

Lost in His Arms
Red Rose Publishing (2009)
eBook,  ISBN 978-1-60435-375-0
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Lost and Found
Red Rose Publishing (2010)
eBook, ISBN 978-1-60435-707-3
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Losers Keepers
Secret Cravings Publishers (2011)
eBook, ISBN:  978-1-936653-95-9
Print, 199 pp., ISBN: 978-1-61885-081-2

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Triptych
Secret Cravings Publishing (2011)
eBook, ISBN: 978-1-61885-064-5  
Print, 206 pp., ISBN: 978-1-61885-145-1, EAN13: 1618851454
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Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
Secret Cravings Publishing (2012)
eBook,  ISBN: 978-1-61885-250-2
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2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?
Forever.  How long have I been writing with the goal of publication? Only since 2007. I wrote one murder mystery and actually got as far as a second edit with an agent, when she decided to leave the business (no, I never found out if it was my manuscript that put her over the edge). My first book sold in 2007 and I’ve had one to two books out every year after that.  For me, I had no choice: I had to write. Otherwise I’d die. My story then is not an unusual one.

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?
Funny you should ask. My first book, Lost in His Arms, is due to be released in print this summer, and  I had to reread it for major corrections. While the story is still great, and the romance intriguing, there are stylistically awkward bits I’d love to fix.

Here’s a quick look:

In my first book, Lost in His Arms, Chloe Gray, political writer, and Michael Keller, CIA troubleshooter, meet under curiously conventional circumstances. Despite the instantaneous sparks, they both sense there is more between them than physical attraction. As the dramatic world events of the 1990s in the USSR, the Middle East and Vietnam unfold, their love affair intensifies.  Michael appears and disappears at unpredictable moments, leaving her limp and lovelorn. Is he using her or protecting her? In her quest for answers, she is yanked into his dangerous world. Looking for safe harbor, she submits to the advances of a dashing French diplomat. Will she embrace the luxury and comfort of Emile and his chateau or the romance of international intrigue with Michael?

4) What or who has influenced your writing?
I still love the great English writers—Jane Austen in particular. The complex sentence structure and precise description in her novels are the best introduction you can find to the beauties and versatility of the English language. T. S. Eliot added rhythm, Shakespeare humanity, Tolkien, grandeur, and Evelyn Waugh, elegance. Of course Dorothy Parker and Ogden Nash are my idols.

5) Where do you get your ideas?
I have a huge backlog of experiences, settings, and people—I doubt if I’ll ever have to make something up out of whole cloth for the predictable future.

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)
All of the above! The worst is music—if anyone within a ten-mile radius is playing something with a lot of bass I feel it and it makes me crazy. Recently I’ve acquired heavy-duty tinnitus in one ear. Imagine trying to write with an eighteen-wheeler driving through your head. Other than that…well, we’ll stop there.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?
I like romantic suspense with some mystery and a dash of humor. My books have developed from fairly simple to more complex plots. I have some children’s stories I’d like to develop for publication; principally, my series of the Adventures of Edward the Fly.

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?
Both, although I generally ignore the outline until the first draft is written and I realize I’ve incorporated enormous inconsistencies into the plot line.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?
Shhh, they might be listening. Each of my five books is ENTIRELY different from the others, but since my writing has become more fluid with constant practice, I tend to like the latest one best. But I don’t want to influence any of my/your readers—let them be the judge…presumably by reading them all. J

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?
The heroines of my books are much more patient than I am.  They can live comfortably on their own for months on end without the need for constant reassurance of their worth. When they love, it’s with both trepidation and passion.  Where do these women come from? I create them, but they’re all so much less needy than me, so much more disciplined, self-sufficient, accepting of fate, than me.  Of course they’re my ideal, but it must come from somewhere inside me, mustn’t it?  At least I hope so.

As to likes/dislikes: Sure! It’s an easy avenue for airing my personal grievances. I try not to put too much politics in a story though—or at least have characters with lots of different viewpoints.

11) What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?
Oh gee, they’re as varied as…well…people, aren’t they? I like them when they’re decisive and independent and intelligent and creative. A good hero/heroine doesn’t check into the Bates Motel—that’s just irritating. Other than that, I like one that wants to do the right thing.

12) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.
My latest release takes place in Old Town Alexandria, an historic cobblestoned city on the Potomac River in Virginia.  It follows the adventures of several artists at the Torpedo Factory Art Center. An old munitions factory on the waterfront, the Center lay abandoned after World War II until the 1970s, when an intrepid band of local ladies convinced the city to lease it to them. Today it houses 82 studios, the Art League, the Friends of the Torpedo Factory, and an Archaeology center.

Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
Released April 24, 2012 by Secret Cravings Publishing
65,000 words; M/F; 2 flames; ISBN 978-1-61885-250-2
Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery

Blurb:
Waiting out the rain, Milo Everhart takes stock of her widowhood and the handsome man standing in the door to the bar.  Little does she know she will meet that man again and again under both passionate and terrifying circumstances.

Tristram Brody waits for his date, too conscious of the beautiful woman sitting by the door. Little does he know that she will hate him for trying to destroy her beloved art center, and even suspect him of murder. Nor that she will be drawn inevitably into his arms.

Little does either of them suspect they will be embroiled in not one, but two murders, in which the fate of the Torpedo Factory, an art center housed in an old munitions factory on the waterfront in Old Town Alexandria, will be decided.

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13) What do you have in the works?
I’m glad you asked! Two really fun novels—one, “Love in the Air” is a story within a story of a couple who meet every few years on a plane. Journalists, they become embroiled in all kinds of international crises, from the Iranian revolution to the Lebanese Civil war. Along the way they get to fly in whatever the latest aircraft is available.  The second is a murder mystery set in Sarasota, Florida, and involves Russian gangsters, sea turtles, feral pigs and all kinds of other weird stuff. Oh, and romance. Lots of romance. And sex.

14) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?
Most poor prospective authors hear the same tired if true bits of advice—edit your manuscript to within an inch of its life; promote, promote, promote, research your target market. It’s more fun to focus on the actual writing, so I’ll offer this one tidbit: 

Characters: Do not try to rein them in.  Even their names become attached like leeches to your characters. Accept it with grace and concentrate on the only thing you can really control—their looks. But then, that’s the fun part, isn’t it?

FOR FUN:
1) If you could be an animal, what would it be? Why?
Homo sapiens--ain’t nothing better than that!

2) If you could change three things in the world, what would they be? Why?
A) People would listen, actually listen, to the entire argument by someone they disagreed with; B) bucket lists would include something you really don’t think you’d like to do but everyone says you’ll love; C) everyone would be taught to fish so no one need depend on handouts.

3) What would be a perfect date for you?
A picnic dinner next to a large body of water (any kind). Menu: Bollinger champagne, raspberries, caviar with the trimmings, a good baguette and a soft cheese smuggled in from France (unless of course I’m IN France). Maybe a swim in the darkling water under a full moon, and making love.

4) Is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Why?
I’ve been lucky enough to see both the Mona Lisa and the Parthenon unobstructed by crowds, but I’ve never been to Florence. To see Michelangelo’s work up close and personal and a glorious medieval city would be a dream come true.

5) Do you have any obsessions? What are they?
I have pet peeves—do they count? Paying for parking; people with perpetually sour expressions; liars who get away with it; ads for medications that use acronyms rather than the name of the affliction using this smug tone as though it’s cool to have whatever it is and disdaining anyone who doesn’t know what the hell they’re talking about.
 
6) Do you have a crush on any actor/actress? Who?
Currently Robert Downey, Jr. He is SO sexy.

Murders, misdirection, misfits, and miscreants—needlepoint artist Milo Everhart has her hands full. Can love blossom amidst it all?

My latest release takes place in Old Town Alexandria, an historic cobblestoned city on the Potomac River. It follows the adventures of several artists at the Torpedo Factory Art Center, a hulking warehouse of a place on the waterfront. An old munitions factory, it lay abandoned after World War II until the 1970s, when an intrepid band of biddies got the City of Alexandria to lease it to them for an art center. Today it houses 82 studios, the Art League, the Friends of the Torpedo Factory, and an Archaeology center.

Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
Released: April 24, 2012
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Format: eBook
Length: 65,000 words
ISBN: 978-1-68118-250-2
Genre: M/F, Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery

Blurb:

Waiting out the rain, Milo Everhart takes stock of her widowhood and the handsome man standing in the door to the bar.  Little does she know she will meet that man again and again under both passionate and terrifying circumstances.

Tristram Brody waits for his date, too conscious of the beautiful woman sitting by the door. Little does he know that she will hate him for trying to destroy her beloved art center, and even suspect him of murder. Nor that she will be drawn inevitably into his arms.

Little does either of them suspect they will be embroiled in not one, but two murders, in which the fate of the Torpedo Factory, an art center housed in an old munitions factory on the waterfront in Old Town Alexandria, will be decided.


EXCERPT: The First Meeting

The bartender backed out past the man, who made no move to get out of his way. Milo frowned. The fellow appeared oblivious to the fact that his position inconvenienced everyone. At first she’d assumed he was waiting out the rain, but his body language said expectant. Every minute or so he’d poke his head out and look up and down King Street.

For lack of anything more exciting to do, she fell to observing him. The top of his head brushed the door jamb, making him about six feet three inches. His bulk didn’t jibe with his height though. She guessed him to weigh in at maybe 175 pounds stripped. He was undeniably her type—lean, trim, tall, clean-shaven—none of that painted-on five-o’clock shadow male celebrities sported nowadays. And old enough for once. Maybe forty? She could only see his profile at the moment, which revealed thick black hair curling over his ears, slices of silver gray relieving the dark waves at the temple, a straight nose, moderately rosy—from drink? Or the cold?and a forceful chin. Without warning he pivoted and Milo caught the full impact of a deeply masculine face right in the kisser. Whew. Even with the Armani suit, definitely not gay.

He tapped a highly polished Gucci loafer with impatience and pulled out a pocket watch. By this time Milo had dropped all pretence and openly scrutinized her subject. He thrust the watch back in his pocket with a scowl and spun around toward the bar, almost colliding with Tony. He took Milo’s glass from the startled bartender. “Thanks, just what the doctor ordered.”

Milo began to rise in protest. Tony looked at her and the man followed his gaze in surprise. He held up the whiskey. “Er, I take it this isn’t for me?”

Milo tried to come up with a flip response but his rich baritone rattled her. Tony stepped between them. “Yes, Sir, that drink belongs to the lady. May I get you something?”

The man didn’t answer. He stared at Milo more or less the way she was staring at him. Flustered, she plopped back down on the narrow bench, barely avoiding an embarrassing slide to the floor. He continued to stare. She resisted the impulse to pat her short fawn-colored ringlets which always appeared tousled no matter what she did, and blinked. He blinked back. Finally she blurted out, “Would you care to join me?”

He shook his head as though to clear it and replied, “Thank you. Forgive me—I’ve never seen such lovely eyes…I mean, eyes that color…I mean…sorry, what would you call them? Mahogany? Bronze?” His admiring gaze did wonders for Milo’s discomfiture and her mood took a decided uptick.

“I just call them brown. But thank you.”

“I’m sorry about purloining your drink. Can I buy you a freshener in restitution?” 

“Okay. Did you want to sit down?”

“I’d better not. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh.” His plight, though not unexpected, depressed her. Of course Armani man had a date. He probably always has a date, even during Lent.

Tony brought another glass. The man paid him, then hesitated as though considering. “You know, she is awfully late. Since you’re right in the window seat with a commanding view of the entrance, may I change my mind and sit here until she arrives?”

Ulp. “Not at all.” Good—got that out without stuttering.

“Thanks.” He pulled a low barrel stool next to the bench and clinked her glass. “Cheers.”

They sipped their whiskies in companionable silence. The rain pummeled both the sidewalk and the pedestrians with barely concealed antagonism. Milo decided her heart had settled down sufficiently to ensure a quaver-free sentence. “I’m Milo Everhart.”

And I’m Gorgeous George. You don’t mind if I seduce you, do you? No, wait—he didn’t say that. I did. Hopefully in my head. “Um, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Tristram Brodie. Pleased to meet you.”

M. S. Spencer ~ Romance in Suspension
Latest Release: Triptych, love & intrigue above the Potomac
Coming soon: Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
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Monday, April 30, 2012

More Than Human by Velvet RoxXx

Author Name: Velvet RoxXx

Book Title: More Than Human

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Blurb: 

Excerpt: Adult
“Accept it Tori.” Bane spoke softly. “I hear your thoughts. If you weren’t my true mate, I wouldn’t be able to hear what you’re thinking.”
           
“You’re my Fire Mate.” He seemed to growl as he entwined his fingers in her hair. She barely winced as he fisted a large amount and jerked her head backwards, baring his neck to him.
           
“I’m confused. I—don’t understand!”
         
Releasing her hair, he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch. “No need to understand, he spoke huskily. “Feel!” He tossed her onto the sofa and began stripping the clothes from his body.
           
He reached for her, almost ripping the silk robe off her. Something seemed to push the air from her lungs as she fought to breath. Realizing she was naked as a jaybird, she covered her stomach.
           
“Oh no you don’t!” Bane snarled. “You need to be restrained,” he suggested in an animalistic voice. “Don’t you ever hide your body from me!”
           
Before she realized it, a silk sash appeared, tying her hands together. An invisible force soon had her arms above her head. Did she want to stop him? She didn’t recognize her voice as her own.
          
He gazed at her naked body as he explored her curves. While he explored her thighs, she shuddered. She tried sucking her stomach in when his hand glided over her tummy bulge.
          
“Don’t do that,” he growled against her ear. He continued the seductive exploration of her body. “By the Dragon gods, you’re so beautiful.
           
She was shocked. Her body didn’t turn him off? She looked into his eyes, but all she saw was his desire heightening. He lingered at the faint stretch marks. He stroked the areas lovingly, nuzzling against her flesh. She hated her stretch marks, but obviously the man worshipped her body.
          
Tori’s hips lifted off the couch as he kissed and licked her rounded belly. Pleasure shot through her entire body. “Bane.” She crooned. She watched as her boss continued working his way down her body. She gasped when he reached her spot. Tori almost leapt off the sofa. “Bane!” She heard him growl. Immediately, three words came to mind. Sexy. Hot. Inhuman.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Triptych by M.S. Spencer

This is my latest romantic suspense novel from Secret Cravings, in which legend, history and romance intertwine in a triptych of suspense.

Author Name: M. S. Spencer
Book Title: Triptych
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery Contemporary romantic suspense,
M/F, 3 flames
Publisher: Secret Cravings publishing
Format: eBook
Length: 70,055 words
ISBN: 978-1-61885-064-5  

All are available at Amazon, All Romance E Books, Fictionwise and BookStrand.

Blurb:

Miranda Cabot lost all interest in love after her husband Edward crashed into the Potomac River rocks called the Three Sisters. Her sister Honor likewise prefers her tower and her writing.  Not so the third sister Sybil, who longs for romance with a dashing Frenchman.  She advertises for said hero on Craig’s List and is rewarded with the Chevalier du Bon Arnaque, who comes to Washington from Strasbourg on unidentified business.

Miranda and Honor believe the Chevalier is a crook and ask their neighbors Dieter Heiliger and his grandson Corey, to act as chaperones. With three beautiful, strong-willed women in a house filled with three handsome, virile men, the inevitable result is an intricate web of jealousy, sex, and intrigue. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend calls for?

Triptych ~ Legend, history and romance intertwine in a triptych of suspense above the mighty Potomac.

Excerpt (R):

He kneeled before her, took her hands, and slowly lifted her as he rose. Gently he wrapped her face in his palms and brought his lips close, closer to her heart-shaped mouth. She stood, not wanting to move or breathe, waiting. He barely grazed her lips with his, and stepped back. “Thank you.” She opened her eyes.  He stood quietly, his expression both ardent and patient. A little voice sang in her ear. “Go for it.”  She leaned forward, put her arms around his neck and drew him to her. Her lips smashed against his with all the pent-up desire she’d been pretending didn’t exist. He opened his mouth and parted her teeth, his tongue probing, licking, teasing. Their bodies touched and pressed against each other and they hung on, swaying. Miranda felt wave on wave of an intense emotion that had to be passion pass through her. The tide did not ebb. With sudden determination he lifted her and carried her to the bed. “Miranda, I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. Tell me you felt the same.”Oh, God yes. “No. No, Luc, we can’t. No.” He stopped unbuttoning her blouse. “Why not? Tell me.” His voice came thickly.

“Because…oh, Luc, it’s not right. I don’t know. I don’t tr—” He stopped the words with another kiss. This time it went deeper still, the streams of desire spreading through her lymph nodes. Her hands and feet tingled and her vulva melted. She let him take off the blouse. Her nipples peeped above the blue lace bra. With his tongue he nudged them out of hiding and fastened on one. Miranda writhed with the pleasure of it, knowing she shouldn’t allow it. But Luc had left the nipple and was trailing kisses down her belly. Strong hands pulled the skirt down to reveal her blue silk bikini. Before she could say a word he tore them off. With his hands he spread the vaginal lips and began to lick the folds, sucking up her juices. “Oh, my God, Luc, no.”

He stopped. “No?”

“I…uh…” She looked him full in the face. His black eyes flashed, his tousled hair fell across his brow. Her body let go.

Somehow he knew she had given in. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. She ripped open the rose-colored oxford shirt he’d been wearing and spattered kisses on his chest. He pushed her down on the bed and rose above her. “Miranda.” Then he plunged into her.

So this is what making love feels like. With Edward it had been only sex. This, this is love. She went to meet him. And they rested.

Miranda’s body felt like a feather bed, like a warm bath, like the eye of the storm. She didn’t think she’d ever been so relaxed or so sure the world was a wonderful place. She gazed at her lover. “Luc?”

He opened one eye.

“Er…”

“Yes, mon chou?”

A tiny click. She looked toward the door. “Oh my God, Luc, we left it open! Someone heard us.”

About the author….

Biography ~ M. S. Spencer

Although M. S. Spencer has lived and traveled on five continents, the last 30 years have been spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent.  She currently moonlights from her day job (writing) as Executive Director of the Friends of the Torpedo Factory Art Center.  She divides her time among Virginia, Maine and Florida. 

Ms. Spencer has published four contemporary romance novels. Lost in His Arms is set in the spinning world of 1991 when countries fell like flies and a CIA fixer had his hands full. In Lost and Found we follow a desperate wife searching the wilds of Maine for the husband who disappeared. Losers Keepers is a tale of love, lust and treachery set on the island of Chincoteague. Her latest release, Triptych, tells of jealousy and intrigue high above the Potomac River. Coming April 24 is Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders, in which Milo Everhart, artist, meets her match in lawyer Tristram Brodie on the battleground of the old munitions factory turned art center called the Torpedo Factory.

Fun Facts:

I’ve lived or traveled on six of the seven continents (guess which one I’ve missed).
A tarantula walked across my hand (& I lived to tell about it).
I’ve stood at the center of Clytemnestra’s tomb & heard my heart beat.
I have eaten every flavor of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

You can find M. S. Spencer at her:

Monday, April 16, 2012

An Interview with A.M. Burns

Please join me in welcoming A.M. Burns as he shares with us a little about his writing, what his latest release is, and where he’d like to visit.

About the author…

A.M. Burns started writing in high school for a way to pass the time. Over the years his writing and imagination have developed to the point where he was ready to share his stories with the world. He has a vast love of nature, and hopes that is conveyed in his writing. In his adult life he has lived in California, Colorado and Texas. He is a member of the Colorado Springs Fictions Writers Group. A lifelong love of birds, lead him to become a falconer and he currently enjoys hunting with his tiercel red-tailed hawk Zephyr. In addition to his hawk he shares his home with several dogs, a couple of cats, various rodents, a pair of horses and his loving partner.

Favorite authors: J.K. Rowling, Anne McCaffrey, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Robert Asprin, Carrie Vaughn, Kelley Armstrong, Laurell K. Hamilton, Anne Rice, S.M. Stirling, Lynn Flewelling, Mercedes Lackey, Kim Harrison, Jim Butcher, Patricia Briggsm. R.A. Salvatore

Favorite Music: S.J. Tucker, Pandora Celtica, Madonna, Bette Midler, Blackmore's Night, Dolly Parton, Inkubus Sukkubus, Loreena McKennitt, and Cher.

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:
1.  Please list the link to your website and books with purchase links.
2.  How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?
I’ve been writing since high school. I’ve always been really creative and writing is a fairly cheap creative outlet as far as materials go. It was also something I could do to pass time sitting in class after I got my work done that looked like I was still doing class work and kept the teachers off my back. When I started doing tech support years ago it was again something I could do when I had down time that made it look like I was working on something. Eventually I got to the point that I realized that my little works that helped pass time were good enough to get out into the world and share with others.

3.  What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?
The first book that got published was “Perfect Love” I recently finished doing a reedit of it since there were a lot of errors in the first edition. Would I change anything about it now? No, I think it’s a pretty good story.

4.  What or Who has influenced your writing?
Life influences my stories more than anything. I had a lot of people early on giving me lots of encouragement and actually still have most of them around helping me out.

5.  Where do you get your ideas?
The people around me and life in general. I have a great cast of characters in my life and have the whole time I’ve been on the planet. They provide endless fodder for my stories, sometimes without even meaning to. The strange comments people drop, and my friends drop lots of strange comments, can suddenly become story ideas. The odd sci/fi comedy horror book I work on in-between other things right now is a good example of an odd comment that took off on its own steam. The book is tentatively called “Tales from the Scary Queen.”

6.  What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)
When I’m on a roll not much hinders me. When I worked corporate jobs, I’d write between phone calls and during lunch, so my ability to pick things up after disruptions is good. Last year I finally got a laptop. We live an hour outside Colorado Springs and two from Denver. Most of the time when we both have to go down for something, I let my partner drive and I take the laptop and write in the car. I’m a touch typist, but can’t read too much that I’ve written without getting car sick, but can still crank out about a thousand words an hour or more, in the car. Deer walking past my window on a pretty day, that distracts me until I take pictures.

7.  What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?
I do a lot of urban fantasy. That’s what I enjoy reading and what I write well. My first short story sale was a western horror piece. That combined with living in the mountains has inspired some western ideas that I’m going to explore soon.

8.  Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?
That all depends on what I’m writing. Mysteries have to be plotted out so you don’t miss important details. Action/adventures and romances I just turn the characters loose and see what happens. I much prefer the free form, by-the-seat-of-your-pants writing.

9.  Which of your books is your favorite? Why?
I love my Yellow Sky books. Last year I decided to make some changes to the main character Tal O’Duirwood, he’s half dragon, and he really came alive for me in a way most of my other characters haven’t. There is so much to explore in his character now. I just can’t wait to share more of his adventures with the world.

10. Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?
It’s hard not to. Most of my characters drive cars I like. Some of them have hobbies or professions that I find interesting. When possible, I make them look like folks I like to look at. Most of the big ones have belief systems that I follow, not necessarily religious, but their concepts of right and wrong.

11. What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?
I think a good hero/heroine needs to be strong, and inspire the readers. Too often today we have people around us either in our lives, in print, in the movies ect., that don’t inspire us to better ourselves. A good character will do that, they will make the reader want more. It was said of James Bond, that men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. That is a good hero.

12. What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.
The latest release as off the first of April is “Perfect Trouble”
Blurb:
When Connor Wildman opens a portal to another world in his closet, Ethan Samuel Peters is called in to find the young man. With his trusty werewolf partner, Dusty, at his side, Ethan enters the portal and finds himself in the realm of Fairie. The realm beyond the portal is in chaos due to Connor’s unauthorized visit. Ethan must fight his way through angry elves and emboldened trolls to reunite Connor with his family, while trying to stop the Fairie Queen from declaring war on Earth. Meanwhile, can Ethan’s assistant Tiffany find the person responsible for the theft of sacred objects all over Dallas? The second book in the E.S. Peters investigations series brings even more action than the first and delves deeper into an elegant cast of characters.
Link: http://www.mystichawker.com/Books/Perfect%20Trouble.html

13. What do you have in the works?
I’ve got several things going right now. Hard at work editing the second Yellow Sky novel, that we’re still trying to figure out a tile for. Getting final edits done for a high fantasy parody entitled “Dr. Gnome” and gearing up for the third of the E.S. Peters books entitled “Perfect Aim”

14. Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?
I love talking with new authors. The first advice I have is to write. Don’t talk about it, don’t dream about it, do it. As long as you’re writing, then you’re a writer. Join a critique group. There should be one nearby you or there are several online. A good critique group will help you grow as a writer more than anything else. They might make you cry after then dissect your finally-crafted work, but that pain will make it better. The odds are your first editor is going to be a lot harder on you than a critique group, but you’ll go far. We are at a pinnacle of major changes in the publishing world. It’s an awesome time to be a writer if you’re willing to work for it.

JUST FOR FUN:
1. If you could be an animal, what would it be? Why?
An eagle. They are awesome creatures with vast territories. There are apex predators that just happen to be completely gorgeous.

2. If you had super powers, what would they be? Why?
Weather control. Hey, Storm is wonderful. She’s at one with the world around her, and she can fly.

3. Is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Why?
I’d love to go to Stonehenge. It’s such an incredible place with so much history. Besides at some point Tal will have to go there in a story and I should go there first to get it right, completely good excuse for a vacation.

Author Name: A.M. Burns

Book Title: Perfect Trouble

Genre: Urban Fantasy/gay

Publisher: Mystichawker Press

Format: Ebook, paperback

Excerpt: PG

A sleek furry form flew out of the water and landed hard on the bank not far from me. It was longer and shorter than a werewolf. He got up, shook himself violently spraying water and sand in all directions. He looked at me, smiled and loped back into the water. There were rumors that a romp of wereotters had taken up shop in South Dallas, but this was the first time I’d seen one. It made me feel a little better knowing that Dusty had some help with the kraken.

I went back to the circle in the sand. The outer symbols were drawn out as Dusty and three wereotters hoisted the kraken up out of the river and carried him toward me.

Now to say that a kraken is ugly is like saying that Hugh Jackman is attractive. It’s a gross understatement. The creature was foul. At first it smelled like a river full of rotten fish. Then I realized that the odor was just the river water running off its scaly hide. Odd protuberances, almost like small tentacles, coved its body. It’s long tail drug the ground, even though Dusty and the otters had it hoisted on their massive shoulders. A rusty chain that one of them had found and used to bind the OD also drug along behind them.

I stepped aside as they carried the kraken into the circle. I quickly redrew the line that the tail and chain smudged. Then I finished the inner circle that would bind the kraken until I finished the banishing spell to send it back to the watery dimension that spawned it.

Dusty gave the OD a hard fist to the head and it slumped to the ground inside the inner circle. He made sure that neither the rusty chain nor any of the kraken’s appendages crossed the lines of the circle.

Once I was sure that the inner circle was complete and should hold the kraken, I turned back to Dusty and wereotters, who had all returned to their human forms. I could only assume that the otters were brothers. I’d go so far as to say that they were probably triplets. They were tall and lean, standing at least six foot four with shoulder-length golden blond hair and strange blue eyes. Unlike Dusty who’d returned to his human form fully clothed, the otters stood there on the sand in their full Nordic glory. Their broad chests and washboard abs were lightly dusted with short blond hairs, leading down to impressive packages. I must say, back a couple of years ago before I met Dusty, I would’ve been tempted to take on the three of them if they were interested.
Dusty was explaining to them that if they stayed in the circle, they’d need to be quiet and make sure not to break it. Two identical heads shook and two of the young men shifted back to their otter forms and raced back toward the river.