I live in an odd, well wintered, little corner
of New England with my husband and our dog that is not a dog, and one that
should have been a dragon. There, I drink copious amounts...of tea, obsess over
imaginary worlds, listen to deafeningly loud music, renovate on a timetable
that would put the Winchester Mansion to shame, and steal away to unexplored
places whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Can you share a little of your
current work with us?
Absolutely! Silver and Dust just came out which is very,
very, exciting for me. The character interactions are some of my favorite
things, so here’s a juicy little snip-it of Pixie’s first run in with the
Unseelie Sidhe Eamon.
““What color are my eyes?” he
asked.
“Why?” She was staring at him as if
he would disappear the moment she looked elsewhere.
“Would it not stand to reason that a
drug induced hallucination might be distinctly contrary to my actual
aesthetic?”
“Are you always this formal?”
He leaned in closer. “I am told that
I am less so in the throes of passion.”
She flushed and it was a lovely
complement to the blue of her hair. Excitement burned unchecked beneath his
skin.
“Tell me,” Eamon resumed. “What
color are my eyes?”
“They’re a lot of colors,” she
answered.
He silently cursed the frail hope
that had begun to seed in his chest. She shook her head and stared at him more
intently.
“Mirrors are a lot of colors. That’s
how I know it’s the drugs.”
Mother night. She was staring
directly through his glamour as if it were non-existent. How precious, and
still, one could never be overly cautious.
“Tell me your name.” Eamon pushed a
delicate thread of compulsion into the request under the guise of
expediency.
“Pixie.”
Half truth.
“You’re too well mannered for a
Pixie. Tell me your given name.”
“Penelope. I hate it.”
“I don’t.”
She flushed again, turning a deep
scarlet as he dragged her index finger to his mouth. He exhaled onto the pad of
her finger and felt her shiver in his hand. He tongued his lower lip and she
let out an utterly charming squeak.
“Tell me,” he said.
“Sliver,” she answered, fixating on
his mouth. “Your tongue is silver.”
“It is textured as well.” He ran the
pad of her index finger down the center. Human without a trace of fae anywhere
in her system. Penelope tasted of recent fear, pigment, and overly saccharine
espresso. There was a harsh chemical aftertaste to her skin that supported her
claims of medication. Poisonous shit to be sure. Eamon sampled her lust... and
found her untouched. The harsh clatter of papers distracted from further
exploration.
“Ribbed, for her pleasure,” she said
staring at him. Immediately following the statement’s exodus from her mouth she
winced, and frantically shook her head. “Ohmygod, who says that!?! I’m so
awkward...I have to go.”
Eamon grinned as she wrenched her
fingers from his grasp and dropped to her knees. Penelope frantically scraped
together the loose sheets of paper littering the linoleum flooring. He knelt to
offer assistance by collecting a couple of pages. He glanced down at the
content of the material in his hand and folded it smartly before sliding the
flyer into the pocket of his trousers. Penelope bolted for the stairwell and
Eamon watched her frazzled retreat. That she was so beguiling was a pity. On
her own, she would not be long for this world.”
Who designs your covers?
Sam Furst.
He’s amazing. He designs horror props, monster t-shirts, and all other things
fantastic. I’m very lucky to have him designing for my books.
Do you have any advice for other
writers? I found with my first book that I had the inclination to add
scenes and extra words to get a point across, but simplifying and subtraction
turned out to be a much more elegant solution. Beyond that? Write the ideas
you’re in love with, avoid the canned phrases we all hear 857,937 times a day,
and only run with the advice that works for you. Discard everything else.
Do you have any writing rituals or
certain things you do to aid your writing process?
Nah, I just try and put the
words on the computer screen as much and as often as possible.
Favorite snack and thing to drink
while you write?
I drink stupid amounts of tea. I have cabinets full of the
stuff. My back room should moonlight as a tea shop.
ebook or print? Both, I couldn’t
survive with only one format.
junk food or sweets? Junk food.
dogs or cats? Dogs
tea or coffee? Tea
dark or light colors? Dark
angels or demons? Progeny- it’s a
Courting Shadows thing.
paranormal romance or historical
romance? Paranormal
Boxers or Briefs? Commando
Control Freak or Careless Jerk?
Control Freak...unless it comes to opening paper mail, in which case I’m a
careless jerk.
Must read books:
Exit to Eden, by Anne Rice
Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte
The Dresden Files, by Jim
Butcher
Lover Awakened, by J.R Ward
Stalk CV!
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