Author Interview: Rob Davies, author of The Seventh Life of Aline Lloyd @rcdaviesbooks #paranormalromance #Tuesdaybookblog

Today I’m fortunate to present Rob Davies, author of The Seventh Life of Aline Lloyd.

Hi Rob, thanks for agreeing to this interview. 

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from? 

I live in Washington state now, but I was born and raised in a small town called Niles, southwestern lower Michigan

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story? 

An argument could be made in lots of areas, but for me the essential element is an engaging and believable character or characters. Storylines will likely follow a more or less predictable path according to genre, but a compelling character the reader connects with (and will invest emotional capital willingly) is often the mechanism that keeps a reader turning the pages.

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

 I waited a long time before taking the plunge, but to be honest, it was curiosity.  I wanted to find out if I was “publishable” and capable of writing stories anyone would enjoy reading.  My mother was a librarian and always encouraged my scribblings in childhood, so credit to her for igniting the fire.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing? 

On the fly and rarely according to a comprehensible schedule.  I still work a day job, so writing is limited to evenings and weekends.  The creative force often runs in peaks and valleys, which limits production as well.  I hear others insist that writing even a few lines every day is important.  Not to me.  I write when I have something worthy of writing.  I edit differently than I write, which is much more disciplined in terms of time management.  Dreaming up stories is a scattered, ‘ride the wave while you can’ proposition in my experience.

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I can write with music in the background, but it has to be instrumental or orchestral only – no vocals.  I prefer looped music, or extended versions (video game ambient music is great for this purpose).  Also, I can’t seem to type “this” on the first try – it always starts out as “shit” and has to be backspaced and typed again.  I don’t suffer dyslexia, so no idea where that eye-to-hand problem came from.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book. 

The Seventh Life of Aline Lloyd (paranormal romance)

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book? 

How much I thought I knew about history that, as it turned out, I didn’t.  Research hours to writing hours is always a disproportionate ratio slanted toward research, and I considered myself quite versed in the historical elements I needed to tell the story.  I was wrong, and that was both surprising and humbling. 

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share?

My new neighbor’s interest was obvious, but not as clear was her goal. Vienne said it was terrible of me to say but I felt uneasy at the prospect of a mental patient lurking on the edges of my property. In simple terms, I wondered what the hell she wanted. “Treat her like any other,” Jeremy had cautioned, but that’s not so easily accomplished if she isn’tlike any other. 

It seemed useless to worry about it, and I resumed my slow property walks, establishing from Jeremy’s map the neighboring property line I was determined not to violate. Damon’s investment was a rough, dogleg parcel matching the contours of our road on the western side and those of the hill separating it from Aline Lloyd’s farm to the east. It was getting late in the day, but splendid sunbreaks made for a nice stroll through the trees when I decided to aim downhill toward the southeastern corner and the limits of my modest domain.

The ground levels for a while with space between the groves where sunlight splashed across gathered leaves and twigs. I moved through them, dry and rustling with each plow of my boot, uncaring for the noise that echoed beyond. I remember being charmed at the notion of becoming a gentleman farmer until I saw in tangible terms what the process would demand. Taking out the underbrush alone would consume a summer, I reckoned, and that meant time I didn’t want to spend. It wasn’t long before my fanciful idea died out under the weight of cold reality, and standing on a decent-sized plot of land that was suddenly mine brought a strange calming effect I couldn’t help but notice. I bathed in it for a while until the daydream changed abruptly when I could hear the thump of my own heartbeat. 

There was no reason or cause; I was at peace, alone and content in that solitude. I didn’t know why—not back then—but I turned left slowly and looked at a precise spot halfway up the hillside. Of course, she was there, motionless and watching me through the trees. She hadn’t made a sound and my line of sight was focused in the opposite direction, but somehow, I knew just where to look. 

There is an interesting effect that happens in the ocean when predators hunt the shallow waters of a reef. Sea animals make noise—clicks and pops, squeaks and gurgles—and it is unexpected if you’ve never heard it. I marveled at a sound, shouting out the power of life, while snorkeling ten feet deep along a cliff of coral in the tidal channels of Takaroa when suddenly the water around me changed and went quiet when a sleek, gray shark moved through, perhaps compelling the subordinate creatures to silence (and survival). In the sunlight that poured on an angle through the trees, I felt like that as I stood perfectly still, looking only at her. Was I predator or prey?

I decided to offer a test, an unexpected action that might provoke an interesting response. Instead of a shout or another idiotic wave, I knelt down in the leaves and leaned over a bit to prop myself up with an outstretched arm as one might in the park on a summer afternoon. Would she return a gesture of her own, I wondered, or move down the hillside at the very least? Instead, she did nothing. A test returned in a silent war of wills? It was childish, but I wanted to see how far she would go. Could she be spooked if I called the bluff?

I looked away, only for a second, and when I turned back, she was gone. But as I grinned with a self-satisfied chuckle, a sudden, sharp noise like rocks being clapped together in a slow, deliberate cadence pulled me to my feet when I realized it came from the direction of my house. Without a thought, I sprinted across even ground and the spaces between trees, dodging them like a football player on a straight line for the opening to my weed-covered backyard. I could hear the clacking sound increase in its frequency, as though reacting to my pounding feet. Suddenly the direction changed, echoing downward from the north through trees to my right. As I drew nearer, and the roof of my house came into view, the air went suddenly and deathly still. 

I paused where the ground levels off to catch my breath beside the remains of an old, fallen tree rotting on its side among the ferns. The odd sounds seemed frantic and hurried to draw attention but were now only a slight rustle in the leaves as a soft breeze wandered through. I breathed with relief those strange noises had not been made by uninvited visitors at my house. By habit, or maybe instinct, my eyes wandered from left to right looking for something—anything—to account for the sounds. Only the oaks, still holding their brown leaves tightly, looked back at me. The answer would stay hidden, it would seem, but I decided to move up the hill on my next foray to look around and find the source. A mystery to be solved, I thought to myself, but only for the moment. 

As I turned to go, she stood in the open a few yards away, and I felt the hair on my neck standing in the shock and wash of adrenaline sudden surprise always brings. It was impossible she could have closed the distance so silently in a tangle of branches and dead leaves, yet she faced me without the slightest sign of fatigue or breathlessness. For a moment there was only the quiet of an undisturbed forest and an awkward pause until she spoke. 

“Hello, Mr. Morgan,” she said.

“Evan,” I replied. “You must be Aline.”

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future? 

My next manuscript (WIP) is the third book in a sci-fi series and follow-on to my first two books, Specimen 959 and Echoes of Esharam.  It will release in mid-2020.  After an interesting exploration of romance and paranormal, I will return to my traditional sci-fi genre in the foreseeable future with a second Specimen Chronicles trilogy and two other, standalone novels.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer?

A Pleasure in Words, by Eugene T. Maleska  

Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books? 

Facebook: @R.C.Daviesbooks

Instagram: r.c.daviesbooks

Twitter: @rcdaviesbooks

Web site: www.rcdaviesbooks.com

Publisher’s author page:  https://www.bhcpress.com/Author_Robert_Davies.html

Specimen 959

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/specimen-959-robert-davies/1126812840?ean=9781946006684

Echoes of Esharam

ISBN: 978-1-946848-96-3

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/echoes-of-esharam-robert-davies/1127706067?ean=9781946848963

When the River Ran Dry

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-the-river-ran-dry-robert-davies/1129445772?ean=9781947727359

The Seventh Life of Aline Lloyd

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-seventh-life-of-aline-lloyd-robert-davies/1131543136?ean=9781947727939

Author Interview: A.D. Trosper #FridayFeature

Today I’m fortunate to present A.D. Trosper, author of both epic fantasy, and fantasy/paranormal romance.

Hi Audra, thanks for agreeing to this interview!

Thank you for having me, it’s a pleasure to hang out with you.

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from?

Profile picThe western hemisphere. Specifically, the western half of the United States. I’ve lived in Washington state, Oregon, California, Oklahoma, and Kansas. I currently reside in a tiny town, without so much as a stoplight, out where central Kansas starts to bleed into western Kansas.

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story?

Great characters that you care about. A good setting is wonderful as well, but building a beautiful world is a waste if it’s populated by characters that readers don’t care about.

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

Unveiled Cover Final 8-4-2017My husband. He’s the one who kept encouraging me to write, the one who kept telling me I could do it. Between his cheerleading and my love of dragons, my epic fantasy series was born.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

I work best in barely controlled chaos, so there is no particular schedule. I may not write anything for a couple of weeks, and then spend the next week after churning out almost ten thousand words a day.

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I keep most of the story, the various backstories, and the various substories, in my head. I write down notes about characters like name, how they look, and where they are from. The rest of it is all filed away in a very messy records room in my head.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book.

Betrayed Cover Final 8-4-2017 smallerMy latest book is Betrayed. It’s a fantasy/paranormal romance and the second in my Raven Daughter series in which a young woman finds out there is more to her than she realized. She was supposed to be a reaper, but her heritage makes her so much more than that and a lot of people aren’t pleased about it. 

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

How to make Napalm B. I had no idea that was even a thing until I accidentally stumbled across a youtube video while researching something else. My curious, writerly mind of course had to watch the video, because as a writer, once you realize there is a new thing you don’t know, you have to learn it or it will drive you crazy. Or at least it would me.

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share?

Absolutely. This is a scene from Betrayed:

The man stepped from the shadows and walked toward us. Or maybe he glided, it was so graceful. Black hair hung to his waist in a straight, shiny fall. Though Caius had always seemed perfection of the human form to me, this man could almost make Caius seem average. Almost.

His height held my attention when he came to stop a couple of arms lengths away. He had to be head and shoulders taller than Caius, which made me feel absolutely shrimpy. Caius inclined his head slightly. “Hades.”

I nearly choked and my heart rate jumped into a gallop. Hades? As in the Greek god, Hades? I couldn’t help the tremble that started in my knees and worked its way up my body. Sentinels and demons wanting me dead weren’t enough? Now I had a god after me too? If he wanted me dead, I was screwed. Not even Caius could defeat a god. Without realizing it, I had reached out and snagged a handful of the back of Caius’s shirt. I didn’t know why, only that I needed some connection to keep the sudden terror at bay.

In my fear, I had missed part of the conversation.

“…relax, Caius.  I’m not here to kill you.”

“Maybe not, but there are very few I trust these days.” Caius shifted, putting me behind his back a little more.

“Now, Caius, is that any way to behave with an old friend?” Hades said smoothly and moved to where he could see me better. My trembling increased under the weight of his black eyes. “I merely wanted to get a look at the one who has everything in chaos. Shame on you for hiding her heritage.”

I glanced up at Caius’s face. I could only see the side, but if the tension in his jaw was any indication, he wasn’t pleased to see Hades. I couldn’t blame him. I did envy his calm as he faced someone who could obliterate him. Or maybe he wasn’t completely calm, but he seemed more pissed than scared. I would take that too. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any anger in myself to latch on to. Only quivering fear. Then again, I was facing a kind of devil.

Hades expression became one of affront. “I am not a devil.”

I stared at him in shock. Could he read my mind?

“Yes, I can.” He glanced at Caius. “Does she really believe all of that forked tail and pitchfork stuff?”

“She was raised in the mortal world, with all of their stories.” Caius’s voice was still guarded as he moved his arm back to block me a little more. I place my other hand on the rock hard muscle of his forearm.

“Oh yes,” irritation flashed across Hades’s face, “those.”

He took in Caius’s stance and me tucked behind him and raised a perfect eyebrow. “Protective aren’t we?”

“We share a partial bond, what happens to her happens to me.”

“Except death.” Hades held up a finger. “That you would survive.”

A growl rumbled low in Caius’s chest and I could feel the vibration in his arm.

“Just a correction of your statement, nothing more.” Hades smirked and turned his attention back to me. “Such a little thing to cause so much trouble.”

Heat flared on Caius’s skin when Hades walked around him, reached toward me and hooked one of his long, perfectly manicured, nails under my chin, forcing me to look into his black eyes. I fell into them, drowning in their dark depths as they filled the world around me. My hand tightened on Caius’s arm until my nails dug into his skin.

“Enough.” Caius’s command was sharp.

Hades chuckled and suddenly the world was normal again. He gazed down at me with interest. “She’s fantastic. I can’t wait to see her grow into her powers.” He placed his finger against his lips as he regarded me. “I won’t even have to wait that long. Your blood is maturing her faster.”

Okay, terrified I may have been, but the way he continued to talk about me like I was a show dog started to irritate me and I welcomed the spark of anger that welled inside. It helped to balance the fear.

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future?  

I have several books either in the works or planned. I will be writing the third and final book of the Raven Daughter series next. After that I have a 4th book in my epic dragon fantasy to write, one more book and one novella to write for my Bound series, and a couple of stand alone books that are also waiting in the wings to be written.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

Buying Word 2010, lol. That is my go to for writing. I’ve tried Scrivner and a few others, but Word just works best for me. I think it’s because it isn’t highly organized.

Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

You can find out more about my books, read my blog, sign up for my newsletter, and learn more about my books all at my website: www.adtrosper.com .

Author Interview: S.R. Mitchell

Today I’m fortunate to present S.R. Mitchell, author of Shifted by Fate.

Thank you for agreeing to this interview!

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from? FB_IMG_1501031623883

I am a southern born Texas gal!

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story?

A good story grabs ahold of the reader making the reader hope the story never ends and helping them forget where they are for a while.

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

I have always loved to write. Writing is exciting and relaxing all at once.  When I write I get lost in the story and it’s characters.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

I write when I can as often as I can. As a mother and wife, this sometimes means writing at night.

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? 

I like to write for long periods of time.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book.

shiftedbyfateShifted by Fate, Paranormal Romance.

Blurb:

Kelly knew one thing when it came to Eric… He drove her absolutely crazy.
Eric knew as soon as he scented her that she was his mate.
And with other wolves now after her… he would protect her at all cost.

Where to buy:

Amazon/Kindle US: http://amzn.to/2r6Hk7a
Amazon/Kindle UK: http://amzn.to/2tpEMlB
Barnes&Noble/Nook: http://bit.ly/2pEF2sL
iBook: http://apple.co/2rf0LHn
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2oN6QMW

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

Just all the ends and yours of the book community and finding my way through. Everyone in the book community are so welcoming, helpful, and I am enjoying every moment of it.

Question 8) What can we expect from you in the future?

I am releasin, A Chance to Love a Highlander, September 4th! This is the last book in my Historical Paranormal Romance series.

Question 9) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

Making sure I have a wonderful editor which helps to producing the brst work possible.

Question 10) How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

My Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-SR-Mitchell-1698828853706347
My Twitter:
https://twitter.com/AuthorSarahM?s=01
My Amazon pg:
http://amzn.to/2sqEacv
My Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15556350.S_R_Mitchell
Website: https://authorsrmitchell.wixsite.com/author
Author Newsletter: eepurl.com/caukKf

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