I'm being interviewed today over on Tena Stetler's blog at:
Tena is an award-winning author with The Wild Rose Press, and she asks great interview questions.
Come visit me and we'll chat... Or don't. That's fine too. I probably won't hate you forever. I mean, maybe for a little while. A few weeks? The rest of the summer? Yeah, I'll forget by the end of the summer for sure. I mean, forever is a really long time. Such a hyperbole. But I digress...
Have a great weekend either way!
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Showing posts with label G is for Guest. Show all posts
Friday, June 10, 2016
Friday, February 26, 2016
Friday Feature: Chatting with paranormal romance author Karilyn Bentley
Hi, Karilyn! Tell us a bit about you, and what kind of books you like to read and write.
I
write paranormal/fantasy romance and urban fantasy. I like to read the same,
along with historical romance and mysteries. Here's my official bio:
Karilyn Bentley's love of reading stories and preference of sitting in front of a computer at home instead of in a cube, drove her to pen her own works, blending fantasy and romance mixed with a touch of funny.
Her paranormal romance novella, Werewolves in London, placed in the Got Wolf contest and started her writing career as an author of sexy heroes and lush fantasy worlds.Karilyn lives in North Texas with her own hunky hero, a crazy dog nicknamed The Kraken, and a handful of colorful saltwater fish.
I love your dog's nickname! Okay, what's your favorite part of being an author?
Being creative and meeting people
who read my books. It's a great feeling when a reader likes your book.
I have to agree with you there! What's your approach to writing? Do you plot or go with the flow?
I'm a hybrid
pantser, which means I have to have a beginning, an end and the turning point
(or black point of the story). Other than that, I wing it and hope I don't get
lost down a rabbit trail.
If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why?
I'd like to be able
to move things with my mind. Then I could sit in here typing and still get the
dusting done without sneezing.
Oh, I hate dusting too. For many reasons. Now. Tell us about your new/latest release!
I'd love to! My latest release is Demon
Kissed, the 2nd book in the Demon Huntress series. Here's the blurb
and an excerpt:
Blurb:
Gin Crawford, the world's latest demon huntress, has no time to mourn her dead lover as she's called in to determine why a demon attack occurred at the local medical school. And not just any demon, but the one demon that gives her demon-killing bracelet the shivers. A dead professor, a lab full of missing anthrax, and a demon who turns good people into minions complicate her life. Can Gin and her mentor Aidan Smythe solve the mystery of the missing anthrax and the identity of the demon before someone else dies?
Excerpt:
The scent of sulfur hangs in
the air like a demonic
stink bomb. I want to slap a hand over my nose, but no one else seems affected
by the stench. Must be a demon huntress thing.
“Justitian,” Smythe mutters. “Not
demon huntress.”
“If you don’t like my new title, then stay
out of my mind.”
He glares. I swallow. Cross my arms.
Refuse to take a step back. I’m learning not to be intimidated by his anger. Go
me.
My justitia vibrates, throwing me
out of my internal battle, pulling me back to the land of death and minions.
The blob of colors pulsates, a glowing reminder of a moment of terror. The moment
the demon appeared to the grad student.
Granted, I’m still taking Demons 101, but
I thought demons formed minions in private. Usually after the human committed a crime, not
before. A tryout, so to speak. And maybe that happened, but it sure seems to me
like the black blob of demon force appeared to the grad student smack in the
middle of the hallway.
Or maybe that always happens, and I just
now noticed it.
The justitia’s vibration grows
stronger, trembling my arm, my veins. Not its normal excited tremor upon seeing
a minion or demon. A rush of images spikes through my mind, scenes of terror
coupled with blood and death, memories of the justitia’s former wearers captured
in time by the entity in the bracelet.
I’m not the only one freaked out by the
colored blob. How bad was this demon to scare a justitia?
* * *
Great excerpt! Okay, you’re casting the movie version of your novel – who would you choose for
the main characters? We’re talking dream cast.
Oh wow! Let's see. Okay, Smythe
would be played by Hozier, but with shorter hair and no beard, and Gin would be
played by Jessica Alba. But I'm really bad with this question because I see
characters colors, not their faces. Weird, right?
Where can readers find your book and where can they find you online?
Thank you
for asking! Here are the buy links for Demon Kissed:
Ø Amazon: http://amzn.com/B01AB5116U
And
here's where you can find me hiding out online:
Website: www.karilynbentley.com
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/karilynbentley
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/ba_0Rf
Thanks for being my guest today, Karilyn! And best of luck with your new book!
Friday, February 19, 2016
Friday Feature: Finding Inspiration in the Old West, with Author Ilona Fridle
I want to thank Katie for hosting me
on her blog today.
My inspiration for That Monroe
Girl came from my love of westerns. I grew up in Southern California and
most of our family vacations were in the western states. We visited cities and
small towns alike. Many of the small towns looked like sets for the movie and
TV I loved. Tombstone impressed me with the way they preserved the character of
the place. The Tombstone Epitaph newspaper was still in business and I
have a copy I bought when I was there. When I set to write the book, I sent
away for a couple of historic copies of the newspaper from the 1880s, so I
could see what news, businesses, and concerns the people had then. I tried to
paint an accurate picture of the town and its citizens.
With the setting in 1883, Tombstone
was a Phoenix rising from the ashes of a fire the year before that took out much
of the business area. I'm sure the buildings had the look of a brand new town. I
set it a few years after the Earps and Clantons shoot-out. That seems to be the
only thing Tombstone was known for, but it was a thriving community and the
seat of Cochise County. It's still a popular stop for vacationers and history
buffs. I recommend it for all western lovers.
Cat Monroe arrives in Tombstone, Arizona searching for her father and brothers, who left Virginia for the West right after the Civil War. With the help of newspaper reporter Jake Spencer, she finds her family and a whole peck of trouble. She's falling for the newspaperman, but she discovers his family and hers are feuding over water rights. When her father finally accepts that she is his daughter, he wants to marry her off to a rich neighbor who has a dark past.
The band
started playing a polka, and he rose, bowing to Cat. “Before anyone else
interrupts, may I have this dance?”
Cat laughed and reached for him. “Delighted to!”
They whirled onto the floor, and soon they were flying to the
lively beat. The room seemed to blur as he swung her around. When at last the
music ceased, they were breathless and hanging onto each other.
Cat opened her fan. “My, I’m overheated now.”
Jake held out his arm. “Want to step outside for a bit?” She
slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow, and they went out the side
door and to the back of the building. Strains of “Drink to Me Only With Thine
Eyes” came floating into the night. The full Arizona moon made her creamy skin
glow like alabaster. They did an impromptu slow waltz in the night air with
some snorts and whinnying from the waiting horses. “Cat, you are so beautiful
tonight.”
She stopped, still in his arms, and raised her eyes to his
face. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, as she said, “I’m
beginning to feel more than friendship for you. Am I too bold to tell you
this?”
Every nerve in his body came alert. A wave of tenderness and
lust washed over him. “My dear sweet Miss Monroe, you don’t know what joy it is
to hear that confession.” They stared transfixed at each other. Jake lightly
caressed her cheek and moved his fingers to trace her neck to her shoulder. She
seemed to soften as he hardened. Leaning down, his lips brushed hers lightly,
and a small moan escaped her throat. His mouth sealed hers then, and he ran his
tongue over her lips until she opened them and met him with a full kiss. Lord,
she tasted sweet! He wanted her. Badly.
She pulled back and swallowed a couple of times. “Oh, Jake,
that was―”―she seemed to be searching for the right word―”breathtaking.” She embraced
him, fitting her body with his. “Let's do that again.”
Ilona Fridl was born in sunny California where she spent the first twenty years of her life. Dreaming up stories took up a lot of her time. She then followed her parents to Wisconsin where she met her husband, Mark. They started a locksmithing business, but there were still stories in her head. Finally, she started putting them on paper―actually, a computer. The rest is history. She has an adult daughter and a granddaughter.
Website: http://www.ilonafridl.com
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