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Half-vampire Abby Tate is determined to
learn more about the sorceress powers that were awakened inside her when she was
turned into a vampire—making her a whole new hybrid species. There’s a group of
rogue vamps banding together and forming a Resistance against the vampire
governing body, The Head Council, and Abby’s newly discovered powers are the key
to the Council’s victory. Now the Resistance will do anything possible to remove
the hybrid threat, and with no other options, Abby is forced to rely on the aid
of the Council, yet can she trust the very vampires that hunt for her human
lover? And even worse, can she fight the unwelcome attraction that’s growing
between her and one of those ancient vampire rulers?
MY STOMACH CLENCHED
as I sensed the vampire’s approach. He was close. So close I could feel the
thrum of his power vibrating along my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck
rose, and I knew if I was going to use my power for defense, then I needed to
bring it forth now. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe as deeply as I
could—which thankfully had gotten easier with practice. I focused on the energy
inside me, willing it to the surface, and as I felt it swelling, building like
an approaching storm, I threw out my hand, gripped Stone’s shirtsleeve, and
urged him to the floor. “Get down! He’s here!”
Stone raked me with
a look that told me he was not too pleased, but then fear swept over his face
when he realized just how little time we had.
The wooden door to
the pub suddenly burst open—bits of wood and dust raining down from the force.
Even though Stone should’ve cowered behind me—since his gift of reading blood
wasn’t something he could fight with—somehow he’d found some bravery and boldly
stood by my side. Though I appreciated it, I didn’t like it, and desperately
wished he had listened to me. But I couldn’t think about that and call forth the fire within me at the same time. So I
pushed Stone to the back of my mind with the silent promise of dealing with him
later. Then I returned my attention to the power building inside me. One last
deep breath and my heart shuddered to life inside my chest, making a rhythmic
pattern with my faux breathing. A tingling warmth spread from head to toe, then
settled on my awaiting hands. Seconds later, there was a glowing orb of fire
(about the size of a basketball) cupped inside my palms. And just as the vampire
appeared through the settling fog, I called out, “Not another step, Tristan, or
it will be your last!”
“I think you should
reconsider your threat,” Tristan shot back. “We are on the same side.”
That I sincerely
doubted, but I knew killing a member of the Head Council would definitely put me
on the “Most Wanted” list. Which I might already be on, since I’d helped the
human this vampire was here to claim escape.
bluffing!” Stone said through a snarl. I wanted to glare him into silence, but I
refused to take my eyes off of the vampire standing in the broken doorway,
wearing a black Armani-looking suit—now lightly covered with dust. It was a
custom for all members of the Head Council to wear black suits, but each of them
would wear shoes and an undershirt of their own choosing. I guess it was a way
to express their individual personalities. Yet this one seemed to express
himself through his spiked, platinum blond hair, not the basic black undershirt
and matching boots—which were much more boring compared to what I’d seen a few
of the other Council members wearing. But this vampire was far from boring. He
was a tracker for the Council—one of the best hunters on earth. And he was after
my human boyfriend.
“You know why I’m
here, Abigail,” Tristan bit out. “The human was here.”
I felt my gaze
narrow as I carefully took a step forward, the ball of flames growing hotter in
my hands. “Yes, he was. It’s my fault he wasn’t captured.”
“That’s not exactly
true,” said Stone as he moved up beside me.
I stole a few deep
breaths, fighting the urge to throw my fireball at him instead of the blond
vampire in the suit.
Tristan ordered with impatience. But as Stone attempted a reply, he was cut off.
“Not you! I want to hear this directly from Abigail!”
“Abby,” I corrected,
feeling sweat forming above my brows and pooling between my breasts.
The blond vampire
smirked, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“I did not restrain
him because I do not believe he will be kept safe once in your hands,” I went
on. “And until I can prove his innocence in all of this, I feel it’s best that
he stay far away from you.”
A tinge of red formed
a ring around Tristan’s irises as he scowled. “That is not your decision. He
must pay for his involvement with those rogue vampires, including Bronx. He
cannot get away with helping them try to destroy our stronghold.”
“I made an agreement
with the other Council members,” I reminded him. “Doesn’t that count for
something? Your word is nothing if your actions do not back up what you say.” My
voice was getting louder, my patience thinning. And the angrier I got, the more
difficult it became to control the fire in my hands.
“Yes. We have a
deal,” Tristan assured. “We will not kill him or harm him—just as we told
you—but that does not mean he won’t be punished some other way.”
“I don’t believe
you,” I snapped.
Stone put his hand on
my shoulder. “Abby, maybe you should—”
In a flash of
movement, the vampire closed the distance between us and held Stone in a
headlock from behind with his fangs hovering over my friend’s neck. And since it
wasn’t to drink Stone’s blood, since Stone was also a vampire, then that meant
it was a threat to rip out my friend’s jugular. From there it would be too easy
to finish Stone by ripping off his head. And that’s when my patience snapped.
There were only two ways to kill a vampire—burning to death or decapitation—and
he was about to find out firsthand just how very dangerous I was. Sure, he could
threaten to kill my friend, but he’d be burned alive before Stone’s head hit the
ground. I placed all my focus on the orb of heat in my hand, willing it to
retract to half its size while intensifying, growing hotter, then I thrust it at
Tristan’s face. In a blur of motion, he ducked, throwing Stone to the floor as
the fireball grazed over his head, singeing the soft tips of his hair. A snarl
erupted from his throat as his fiery gaze locked onto mine. There was a brief
hesitation, burnt hair and musk filling my senses, then something similar to
curiosity flashed over his eyes and he was airborne, plunging straight for me.
My body shuddered as heat blasted out of every pore, radiating from me like
invisible steam. Throwing his arms over his face, the vampire faltered midair
and fell sideways, then jumped back once he landed and retreated by the door
from which he’d entered. Satisfied I’d made my point, I pulled all the heat back
inside me, then rushed over to Stone and helped him up. “You okay?” I asked.
He nodded by way of
an answer, then ran his hand through his coffee-colored hair—which was
completely messed up now.
My eyes narrowing, I
fixed my gaze on Tristan across the bar by the door. “Do that again and I’ll
kill you,” I warned.
Tristan brushed some
of the dust off of his pants. “Abigail, I’d rather not have to repeat that
again. Hopefully I’ve made my point by now,” he said, his mouth curling into an
amused grin that nearly reached his eyes. The hints of crimson were gone—for now
anyway. “I would not have harmed your friend, as I’m sure Mr. Rayver here is
already aware.” He glanced at my disheveled friend, a smirk still pulling at his
lips; then his gaze slid back to me. “Your powers make you far greater than just
any other Enforcer. You are an equal with us. We should work side by side, you
making the sixth, and final member, of the Council. But you must not argue with
our protocol. If rules are broken, there are, and will always be, consequences.
There are no exceptions to this. Ever. The rules of our kind are ageless. It’s
been that way for centuries and shall remain that way indefinitely.”
Well that was news to
me. I knew the Head Council wanted my services, but I’d thought they just wanted
me to be one of their many Enforcers. Enforcers were gifted vampires like me.
Well, kind of. A few months ago I’d been kidnapped by an evil vampire named
Bronx and turned against my will, which awakened the sorceress’s bloodline
inside me, unbeknownst to me. But Bronx knew all about it, and he’d planned to
use my powers to defeat the Head Council. Only I’d killed him before he got the
chance. Later on, I’d learned about my real mother being an all-powerful
sorceress and how she’d used her magic to impregnate her vampire lover—my
father. So I never really was just another vampire. Or even an Enforcer. I was
always more than that. A whole new species altogether, a hybrid, and a hot
commodity among the vampire world—since there was no other like me. Yet if the
Head Council really wanted my partnership, then I just gained a whole lot of
leverage. Anxiety curled through my belly. “If you want me to work with you, and
of course the others, then I will need you to be more flexible. Rules are always
in place for guidance, but we both know they are not in stone. Especially when I
believe innocence is a key component.”
“When there is proof
of one’s innocence, then we have a trial,” Tristan explained. “But there is no
proof of that with this human.”
I thought about that
for a moment. Sure, I didn’t have “proof” per se, but I had Tyler’s word. And
though he’d lied to me about his alliance with Bronx, and the fact he’d known
about my father’s death all along, for some crazy reason I believed him now.
“Allow me the time to find the proof you require and I will consider partnering
Tristan shot me a
lasered glare. His face softened but I had absolutely no idea what his thoughts
were. Mind reading wasn’t one of my gifts—yet. Since no one could predict what
other gifts I’d inherit.
“How can you possibly
believe this human didn’t help those rogue vampires?” he asked at last.
Keeping my eyes on
Tristan’s, I shook my head. “He was involved. I’m not saying I can prove that
differently. He’s innocent of knowing what Bronx’s intentions were, what those
rogue vampires’ intentions were.” I paused a moment to suppress some of the heat
inside me, though I didn’t completely extinguish it just in case things got
hostile again. “He thought he was helping them,” I went on. “He thought they
were in trouble. He didn’t realize he was working for the bad guys until…until
it was too late.”
Stone snorted in
disbelief, but kept his mouth shut. Smart vampire.
widened. “How can you possibly believe that? He must have you brainwashed!”
possible,” I told him.
“What are you
speaking of?”—confusion in Tristan’s voice. “Bronx would have claimed you with
his mind control had you not killed him first.”
it’s not possible to brainwash me,” I explained. “And that is how
I was able to kill Bronx.” Saying that
struck a pang inside my chest: I didn’t want to be a murderer any more than I
wanted to be a vampire, err hybrid. “I have the ability of blocking
A wave of surprise
flashed over Tristan’s face. “There is so much to learn about you, Abigail,” he
“So do we have a
deal?” I asked, taking a couple steps toward him.
Tristan raised a
brow. “How much time are you asking for?”
“As long as it
takes,” I replied instantly. “I have a feeling you and the others will delay me,
since we are all curious to learn more about my powers.”
Tristan closed his
eyes momentarily, presumably using his telepathic powers to confer with the
other members of the Council. I stole a moment to look at Stone. He was shaking
his head slowly, azure eyes with hints of red wide with shock. I shrugged my
shoulders warily, knowing fully that to keep Tyler safe, I’d break this deal and
the neck of anyone who attacked him. Obviously Stone knew that too.
“We have a deal,”
Tristan finally announced.
I smiled. Relief
flushed through me as the remnant heat within finally extinguished. Moments
later, my breathing slowed and my heartbeat completely stopped. Oh the joys of
being a vampire hybrid. “I have one more favor to ask,” I said, a whole new
confidence exuding in my voice.
Stone called out,
“Abby, what are you—”
Rayver,” Tristan stated. “I am very interested in what Abigail will ask for
“I want to speak to
Madelaine. Will Elliott do that for me?” My real sorceress mother, Madelaine,
had died long ago, and I’d never even had the chance to meet her. My father and
one of his female blood donors, all the while believing she was my mother, had
raised me. And though I’d love for Elliott to connect me to my father, I simply
couldn’t risk giving away the fact he was dead too. Who knew how that little
piece of info would affect the deal I’d just made, or the innocence I wanted to
prove for Tyler. Bronx killed my father. But it was because of Tyler’s gift of
premonition that Bronx was able to find my dad in the first place. So I guess
you could say Tyler did carry some of the blame. But he’d sworn that he never
thought Bronx would’ve killed him. And I believed him, hopefully not foolishly.
So far I was taking the news of my father’s death okay. Maybe my estranged
relationship with him was helping me through the mourning process. After all,
he’d left me when I was ten. Fifteen years later, I’d finally gotten a phone
call from him, warning me I was in danger. I never had a chance to thank him for
trying to help me…or see him again.
said, bringing me out of those thoughts. “You’re going to make a great addition
to our team. You’re already very good at negotiations.” He chuckled lightly. “It
will be our pleasure to call upon Madelaine for you and an honor to introduce
you to your real mother.” Holding out his hand, he moved closer, giving me a
good view of his violet eyes speckled with the deepest of cobalt, not a trace of
crimson in them, which calmed me further. “So we have a deal?”
I nodded, taking his
hand inside mine. “We have a deal.” Then I asked, “When do we leave?”
His answer was one
simple word: “Dusk.”
I felt my chest
tighten as he said it, even though I’d somewhat expected that to be his answer.
Moving to where Stone was behind me, I threw my arms around his neck and buried
my face against the softness of his tee, yet I could feel the ridged lines of
muscle just beneath. “I know I just got back here, but I promise we’ll have more
time once this is all over. I will miss you,” I told him, my voice muffled.
He gently grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me back, just enough for him to look at my face. “What in
the hell are you talking about? Do you actually think you can get rid of me that
“What do you mean?” I
asked, feeling confused.
“I’m coming with
“No, you’re not!”
Tristan shouted from behind me.
I shrugged as a plan
formed in my mind. “Wait a second. I think it’s a great idea for Stone to
Stone said, “I can be of help to both Abby and the Council. I can help look for
the information Abby seeks to clear her human while she is tied up with business
affairs with you. It would make her that much more available.”
I felt my eyes widen.
That was actually better than my plan. “But you hate Tyler.” And he did—with a
“Oh I still hate him,
but I think the world of you.” Stone gently gripped my chin, caressing it
between his thumb and forefinger.
A lone tear I hadn’t
felt before dripped from my eye as I smiled. Stone let go to wipe it and I
glanced over at Tristan. “Please allow Stone to come with us. He would be a true
asset. And he is my friend. Please.”
Tristan was quiet for
a short moment, face hard, eyes studying us intently. “Very well.”
“Where are we going
exactly?” I asked.
replied. “We have a few stronghold locations, but we are operating out of Boston
right now. It’s good to move around. Staying in the same place for centuries can
get quite boring. And it’s not as safe.”
I nodded. I’d never
been to Boston before, but I’d heard it was an interesting place. A huge part of
me was looking forward to seeing it, checking out all the historic monuments,
buildings, and the statue of Sam Adams, if there would be any time for
sightseeing. With Stone coming, we would certainly accomplish twice as much,
twice as fast. I trusted that he would work diligently on finding a way to prove
Tyler’s innocence. Though Stone despised Tyler, I was certain that he cared
enough about me to do as he said he would. Yet Stone wouldn’t be upset in the
slightest if he was unable to find the proof we needed to clear Tyler’s
There was also the
uncertainty over what kind of situation I’d be getting myself into with the Head
Council. Learning vampire politics and more about the new species I’d become
when Bronx turned me…well, that could take more time from me than I could ever
imagine. Plus meeting my mother for the first time and finding out more about
her set my emotions swirling with anxiety.
I closed my eyes and
let out a deep, long sigh. Just take one thing at a time, Abby. One thing at
a time. Quit worrying about things that haven’t happened yet. Bronx was dead. Tyler was alive and pardoned for the
moment. Lily, my closest human friend and old blood donor, was okay. Stone was
here with me now and would stay with me at the Head Council’s stronghold. And
I’d gotten pretty good control over my amazing, awesome, and insanely strong
powers. I’d say my life, afterlife, whatever, was going pretty darn well at the
moment. Yet, at the time, I had no idea just how quickly everything was about to
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The Kransens live in an expensive, elegant home in the small town of Flening, Florida. Majestic and private, the grounds are surrounded by lush trees and colorful flowers.
But there is an ugliness underneath the manicured and perfect facade...
Secrets hide within the walls and curses whisper through the air.
Newlyweds Ben and Ana Kransen are moving into the house with their in-laws. They’ve got high hopes and expectations for a better life. But soon after they move in, strange things start to happen. Noises fill the air, dark rooms unlock nightmares of the past, and it becomes clear that some people are not welcome in the Kransen House. Their lives are infiltrated by death, evil, and an unspoken religion. Ana knows something is wrong and her family is in danger. Left with few choices, she must find a way to save the ones she loves or face the consequences of an evil legacy.
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It’s always been there, but now something has changed.
Flening has always been a quiet, friendly town. Nestled in the forests of Northwest Florida, its home to a small population of familiar faces and the natural beauty of Still Lake.
But now, the town is changing. People are getting sick and some are going crazy. A mysterious illness is sweeping through, destroying families, and threatening to spread further.
People are changing.
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The Van Vincent Hotel is ready to reopen.
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Dark and still, the pool waits for Rachel Blanchard. She's about to dive in for an evening swim, but the waters may not be as empty as they appear. Deep within, something is waiting. And it doesn't want to her to leave.
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Be prepared to take a journey into the pits of hell, courtesy of the Zyne Corporation.
Six people agree to participate in a first-of-its-kind clinical trial. They’re ready to change the face of science, but they’re the ones who start changing. As each subject succumbs to the horror of the trial, they begin to turn against each other…and discover the nightmare within. What was supposed to be a medical breakthrough is turning regular people into something unimaginable. And there may be a deeper truth even more frightening than the beastly evolution occurring…"With The Zyne Project, Sara Brooke has written a zombie outbreak unlike any other...and that's not hyperbole. The science behind Brooke's zombies is totally unique, and scary enough to stand your hair on end. Medical research hasn't been this frightening since Michael Crichton!"- Joe McKinney, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Flesh Eaters and Inheritance
Another release day. Today is the day my medical / police thriller, WITHOUT CONSENT, comes out. So thrilled, I’m doing the happy dance. Glad you could come and join me.
What type of dance would you do? Jive, polka, rumba, or would you be refined and do a graceful waltz?
I’m doing a rock and roll. This is the fifth book in just over a year to be published which leads me to the today’s topic.
What to do while you are waiting for the train to stop at your corner?
The first thing you need to do is decide where you are going
Do you have a specific genre you love to write and read? Or are you like me and like to genre hop?
I guess it’s my ADD but I like to multitask and I also like to flit from one writing project to the next. Not the most effective way to get the job done but it does keep things interesting.
Usually, I have several projects in varying stages of completion. Right now, in the romance genre I have a contemporary, a medical, and a suspense manuscript nearing completion. Another medical thriller with the same characters in WITHOUT CONSENT is partially written. I have three young adult novels in progress, one of them a sequel to my paranormal young adult, GHOSTLY JUSTICE with Daria and ghost, Amanda.
Now to just get them finished. But I have been so busy with edits and promotion for the books that came out this year that my writing time has been limited. I’m not complaining. It has been an amazing time. I’m so glad I’m ADD and had so many projects to pitch once the train stopped and let me get on.
So how did my journey begin?
It started with a pitch session with Savvy Authors in the summer of 2011. I pitched my medical romance, WHEN HEARTS COLLIDE to Debby at Soulmate Publishing and that book came out in December of the same year. At the same session, I pitched two books to Lauri at Black Opal Books and she contracted me for both of them! The first, my paranormal YA, GHOSTLY JUSTICE, was released in April, the second, a suspense with romantic elements, MISSING CLAYTON, came out in July.
Then, in October, Black Opal Books published IN HIS FATHER’S FOOTSTEPS, a middle grade/ YA, adventure. This book is about a boy’s survival in Northern Ontario while he searches for his missing father.
And, now today, (I’m doing a drum roll) my medical / police thriller, WITHOUT CONSENT, is being released. Wow! What a ride it’s been.
Now to get back to writing and finishing all those other projects and pray that they also find homes.
But I’m digressing. The point I’m getting at is that while you are waiting for that first amazing contract, you need to be writing, revising, writing, revising... It’s always good when you get a contract to be able to say, “Well, if you like that one...I do have...”
And there you go, possibly not only published but multi-published.
You write, you write some more. Keep that pen moving. You take courses, learn your craft, join on-line groups, go to conferences, meet other authors, network.
Go to conferences in the genres you like to write in. There are a ton of them out there and at different prices and lengths. You can find some that are an afternoon, a day, or even a week. Remember they can be a tax right-off when you do get published.
For myself I really enjoy a good mystery or thriller so I tend to go to conferences like Bouchercon (for writers and readers), Sleuthfest, Book Passages.
Network at the conferences. You never know what will happen. For me one of the most thrilling thing was chatting with Lee Child and him offering to read my manuscript and giving me the book endorsement: “A fine medical thriller.” Now how cool is that?
I’ve met so many wonderful writers at these conferences. You don’t harass them, you chat about life and interests. Respect them and their privacy, but don’t be afraid to approach them and say how much you like their books or their characters.
Do all the prep work so that when the train stops you are ready to leap on board with your bags packed with a variety of the best you can write manuscripts.
And keep dancing. I know I hope to.
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When demons sunder
ancient bonds, a love-match between a valiant archangel and a selfless nurse
brings humanity's last hope -- but demon-taint may destroy them both.
prison the archangels have guarded, housed deep within the earth is destroyed,
releasing Kematians (demons) to feed upon humanity. The angels are losing the
battle again as the Kematians ability to regenerate hampers the angel’s ability
to destroy them. Gabriel is stabbed by an Angel Killing Sword; he’s accepted his
fate that he will die; only to be revived by Calla’s ability to heal.
Stevens, RN, tries to find who or what is killing the victims that are coming
into the ER, only to be infected herself when she comes face-to-face with the
Kematians. Calla has saved Gabriel once, is she’s willing to trade her life for
his this time?
Gabriel struggles with new emotions as he discovers Calla is his soul mate. He
strives to defend humanity, with the assistance of his brother Archangel
Michael and new human friends. Gabriel will have to choose whether he will live
or die when his future with Calla is destroyed.
WARNING: Spicy sex.
About the Author:
When Tina Pollick
isn’t writing paranormal romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women,
this RN enjoys a quiet home life with her husband, children, two horses, two
dogs, cat, chickens, guineas, well sort of quiet.
has just finished her first Urban Fantasy novel, GABRIEL, A Kematian Hunter
Series and is working on the first book of another Urban Fantasy series, SOUL
“Are you kidding me? You weigh maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet.
What do you think you’re doing walking alone at night?” She noticed Eric
looking down at all five feet three inches of her, scowling. “Let me give you a
Eric’s radio went off. “Shit. I have to go, Calla,
another attack. Call a cab, please.”
He hurried away. Calla walked in the opposite
direction, towards her house. She took this path three to four days a week on
her way home from work. There wasn’t any way she was going to call a cab.
She heard footsteps closing in behind her. Alarmed,
she wrapped her hand around the can of mace in her pocket and picked up her
The footsteps were gone. Had she imagined them? Calla
turned her head to look but she was alone. “Get it together, chicken. You’re
scaring yourself now.”
She rounded the corner nearing an alley. A trickle of
red blood flowed from it, creeping onto the sidewalk. Calla stopped in front of
a pathway as uneasiness washed over her. Fear and ethics battled within her.
Ethics won, but her legs felt like lead, and they weren’t moving. She forced
herself to take a few steps and spotted a mound lying next to the wall.
After several tense seconds, she tightened her grip on
the can of mace and slowly made her way towards the heap on the ground.
This is exactly
how all the stupid girls are killed in the movies. They go walking right into
danger, and boom, they’re dead.
Approaching the mound, she trembled. As she moved
closer she saw a tanned foot sticking out from the trench coat. Calla bent
down, her chest heaving, hands shaking as she reached the foot and gave it a
quick shake, but nothing happened. Relax,
before you hyperventilate and end up on the ground, too. Breathe, Calla,
She stood, crept forward, and reached for what she
hoped was the head. She knelt down and pulled back the thick trench coat. His
head turned to the side, face badly beaten, eyes cracked to reveal a glimmer of
the brightest green she had ever seen.
“Holy shit!” She jumped back, startled.
The man didn’t move. She bent down again this time
reaching for his neck. The pulse was weak. She had already used her gifts twice
this evening, and her body still ached from the two previous failures. “Focus.
You can do this.” She struggled to turn the man onto his back. When she finally
rolled him over there was a knife, with a green hue as if the metal was
oxidized, protruding out of his chest.
“Of course there’s a knife,” Calla murmured to herself.
“I’m going to try to help you,” she whispered in his ear. She knew
she might not be able to save him, but she had to try. If she could pull the
knife out in a quick motion she could heal him. She placed her hands around the
hilt of the knife and pulled. Nothing happened. “Maybe if I get some leverage.”
Calla straddled the man, planting one tennis shoe on
each side of his limp body. She bent down and wrapped both hands around the
hilt and pulled with everything she had. The knife began to move—barely—but it
was moving. It felt like pulling a rubber boot stuck in thick mud. After a few
more attempts the suction released, and the knife was freed.
She collapsed on his chest and sat up, placing both
palms on the bleeding wound. “Please, oh please let this work.” Calla focused
on the wound, gathering energy. Then her hands began to glow. Sweat dripped
matting blonde hair to her forehead, and her vision began to dim. “I won’t let
you die,” she promised.
Then darkness embraced her.
Hi Tina, thanks for joining us today!
working on anything new right now?
I just finished
another paranormal romance novella, Soul Broker. I’m working on Raphael the
second book in the Kematian Hunter Series. And I’m in the plotting phase of a
brand new series.
could Time Travel, what year would you visit and why?
I would go ahead
five years. You know as an author, there are a lot of decisions to make when it
comes to submissions, stories, marketing. I’d just like to know if I’m on the
How do you
come up with the Titles for your novels?
I suck at title
names. Gabriel is the main archangel so that’s the title. I know some people
are brilliant with them, but I struggle with all names, not just titles. If I
had it my way every man would be Bob with a number. Bob 1, Bob 2, etc… And the
girls would be Susie. Susie 1, Susie 2, etc…
have a day job, other than writing?
I’m a registered
nurse. I usually have a nursing job of some kind, along with run my husband’s
your preferred method of writing:- The
plot pre-planned from day one, or just go with the flow and see what happens
I’m a halfster.
I kind of plan, but mostly it’s by the seat of my pants.
of book do you prefer to read?
paperback <- They’re just the right size.
have any input in the Cover design of your novel?
My publisher does ask the authors questions pertaining
to the cover. I think the cover artist, Sweet Cherry Design, captured my
characters perfectly, right down to the pose.
the best thing about writing for you?
This is a
tough question. I like to get to know new characters and then follow them on
their journey. I write sometimes and the scene isn’t anything like I thought it
would. On those days, I really love writing. On the other days, it’s
frustrating, sometimes difficult, and fulfilling all at the same time. I really
do love writing about ninety percent of the time, it’s that ten percent that
will get you.
Are you a
morning person or a night owl?
night owl by nature, but I have kids so I’m up in the mornings. It takes me
about three hours of being awake to start writing. Let’s see it’s 11:49 AM,
This is the second thing I’ve written and I’ve been up since 6:30 AM. Of course
I have to get my kids up and ready for school, so by about 8:00 AM the house is
quiet and everyone is gone. So I’m forced into being a late morning person.
one thing that no-one else knows about you.
husband has known me since we were teenagers so I don’t think there’s anything
he doesn’t know about me, but I’ll tell you something most people don’t know.
like to eat a lot of sweets. I’m a die hard chip girl. Don’t get me wrong I
like chocolate every now and then, and I eat sweet tarts when I’m editing, but
I really like to eat chips. My favorite are dill pickle flavored potato chips.
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