What genre(s) do your write? Paranormal Romance with some spicy sex.
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? When I’m not writing paranormal romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women, I enjoy a quiet home life with her husband, children, two horses, two dogs, cat, chickens, guineas, well sort of quiet. I just finished my first Urban Fantasy novel, Gabriel, A Kematian Hunter Series and am working on the first book of another Urban Fantasy series, Soul Broker.
How long have you been writing and what inspired you to begin writing? I’ve been writing since this past summer. I’ve always wanted to write a book, I had the time, so I wrote one.
What is the last book you read? Remembering Love by Nadine Christian
Which writers inspire you? There are a lot of writers who inspire me. Unfortunately none of them are best selling novelists… yet. The women and men who inspire me are the ones I’ve become friends with. I’ve gotten to know them and their families. I watch them struggle as they try and fulfill their dreams of becoming a writer, while trying to work, and balance their family life. Those are the people who inspire me.
Where did you get the idea from for your novel, “Gabriel”? A series of ‘what if’ questions. I don’t have a cool story about how it came to be unfortunately.
Can you tell us something about the story? 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.
The 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.
Calla 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?
Archangel 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.
Who do you think will like reading your book and what other novels do you think are similar to it? That’s a tough question. I’ve had people who don’t normally read romance who really like it. There’s a lot of action in it, along with some romance, and some genetic stuff too. I’m not sure who it resembles. I love to read paranormal romance, but I can’t think of any authors that this is like.
Are you working on a new book at the moment? I am. I just finished a novella, Soul Broker, and I’m working on the sequel to that, Soul Unbound, along with Raphael, the sequel to Gabriel.
Where can people go to read your work? Evernight, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, All Romance e-Books, Sony, Apple, Chapters-Indigo/KOBO, Coffee Time Romance and Rainbow Ebooks.
Do you have any tips for aspiring authors? Write and make sure you have a good support system.
Good reviews, mixed reviews, bad reviews – what are your thoughts on each of those? My novel’s only been out for a week. The reviews and ratings I have so far have all been good. I expect there will be people who just don’t like it. When that happens, I’ll lean on my support system, dust myself off and keep going.
I think people have the right to say what they think about the things they pay for, whether it’s a novel or a new toaster. And they have the right to express their opinion anyway they’d like. The only thing I wish is that people who write negative reviews remember that there is a person behind that work.
If you review other indie writers’ books, what is your approach to reviewing those? I’m honest, but not hurtful. I try and focus on the things I enjoyed and not the things I didn’t. If there are a lot of things I think need to be fixed I may send a private note to the author. I’m not an expert by any means, I only give my thoughts and opinions, just because I may not like it doesn’t mean other people won’t.
Excerpt from Gabriel:
“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 ride home.”
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 pace.
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, breathe.
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.