Have you ever wished for a knight in shining armor? Ever prayed to be given a man that would love you forever? As incredibly unbelievable as this may sound in A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux, Nicholas Stafford, Earl of Thornwyck is just this kind of charming hero. He’s chivalrous and braver.*Wistful dreamy sigh* Talk about a keeper. This is one of the best fairytales ever written. Nicholas was truly delicious in this epic time travel romance. Whether in 1988 England, or rural sixteenth century England, he loved Dougless the way she deserved to be loved. And I loved how he adjusted to “modern” time. I discovered Nicholas back in the early 90s when he landed on my keeper shelf. Knight in Shining Armor is one of those stories that’ll stay with me forever. Now in case you’ve yet to read this page turning gem -please note- the ending of this story was far-far before its time. “My soul will find yours” still makes my knees weak.
The uber talented Kate Hill has graciously interviewed me. Btw, in case I’ve not mentioned Kate Hill’s Demon Lover and the classic Dante’s Inferno inspired me to write my Netherworld series. Hop over to check it out.
Acheron. *wistful sigh* I can’t even explain how much I love the character Acheron. (I’ve loved him forever. Since Fantasy Lover and I discovered the old DH chatroom. Those were the days.) My fellow squires know how completely addicted I was to this series. I’ve loved our fearless, mysterious, and wonderful Ash—since first being introduced to him.
Ash is total sex-on-a-stick dressed as a badass Goth. Throughout 14 or more stories I was literally drawn to his character. I found myself craving every page that he was on and wanting to read more and more about him. Ash has this tough exterior, but is a caring, generous guy, and doesn’t expect anything from anyone.
You see, 11.000 years ago a god -this beloved character- was born. Cursed into the body of a human, Acheron spent a lifetime in shame while being terribly abused. However, his human death unleashed an unspeakable horror that almost destroyed Earth. Then -brought back-Ash became the sole defender of mankind. For centuries, he has fought for our survival and hidden a past he wants concealed.
Fictional boyfriend, anyone? For me, Christian the Duke of Jervaulx…or the “D of J”, as he’s referred to in the gossip columns, became the stuff of legend. He just never gives up. He is so willful and strong, and with the help of this lowly Quaker woman, he overcomes so much. All he needed was for one person to believe in him. Flowers From the Storm is one of my all time favorite historical romances. It’s one of the most unconventional of them all. Bravo to Laura Kinsale for tackling such a subject, (no spoiler) and what a remarkably insightful, tender way to do it.
Check out my brand new independent release, Cursed by Moonlight! This is a re-released title that has been extensively re-edited and given a hot new cover. I hope you’ll check it out!
By day, Alric is a fearless warrior who rules his people fairly and protects them fiercely. But when the full moon rises, he becomes that which he hates…a beast whose ferocious impulses he cannot control.
Caasi belongs to a wandering superstitious people who have set up camp on Alric’s land. From the moment she first catches sight of the lord of the land, she is enchanted by him.
And he is no better off. It’s no wonder his people call her a witch. Feeding, fighting, and avoiding reproduction has made up his days until Cassi appears. His wolf within is clawing to get to her. Then night begins and her scent calls to him…desire and despair nearly bring him to his knees
Alric is desperate to find an end to his curse, and he calls upon Caasi to help him. But as a mysterious old crone has hinted, only he can free himself.
Hunting a feral werewolf only convinces Alric of how desperate his situation is. Can they find a way to be together when they face not only mortal danger but the fear of their people?
I finished Heartstopper by Joy Fielding. It was a great thriller, mystery. I was totally surprised by the fantastic ending. Right now I’m about halfway through The Silence by (new-to-me-author) Tim Lebbon. The Silence is a good apocalyptic horror story for both young adults and adults. Lebbon sets a great pace with lots of dread and tension as the story builds. Spelunking, anyone? Well, I may not want to visit a cave anytime soon. I’m sure I’ll image a species of eyeless, bat/rat/squid lizards… Oh, the creatures reminded me of the monsters in the movie (one of my favorites) Pitch Black. I’m also reading the medical thriller Shock by Robin Cook. So far, so good. But I already know it’s not going to be among my favorite of Cook novels.
The hero from Forbidden Savior is with us today. Forbidden Savior is a dark paranormal, multicultural romance published with Loose Id. http://www.loose-id.com/authors/l-p/melissa-lopez/forbidden-savior.html
- Tell us a little bit about yourself.
Name’s Deke. I was orphaned as a small child and raised by the mountain man named Mackenzie. Grew up hunting and trapping and died around 1829.
That’s right. Dead and gone. Buried. I’m damn lucky to have been given a second chance.
- Did you come back as a ghost?
- Were you a demon?
You’ll need to read Forbidden Savior to learn just what happened after I died.
- All right then. Well, how did you get together with your heroine in Forbidden Savior?
It was a rollercoaster ride with the roughest ups and downs.
- If you have a free day and your only mission is to enjoy yourself what would you do?
I’m an avid outdoorsman! I love camping, hiking, kayaking, and canoeing etc. Whatever I’m doing I want to be doing it with Rhonda and she prefers to be sitting beside the water somewhere.
- What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
Your tomorrow hopes you’ve learned something from yesterday.
- Lastly, do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
Absolutely. Without a doubt she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
For a tidbit of Deke and Rhonda’s tale check out their excerpt.:
When I first started professionally writing I felt guilty for not spending time with family. At the time I was a full-time student so if I was writing I also felt guilty for not studying harder. I’d felt guilty for being forgetful. There were phone calls to family members and e-mails to friends that I’d meant to return right-a-way but characters can be such a distraction. Working through the guilt and balancing my different hats was a circle.
In the beginning of my writing journey I had very little support outside of those interested in the writing industry. In fact, my ex-husband went out of his way to keep me away from the computer. I was sole chauffeur to my four children. When you’re married and have kids you tend to do everything for them, and little for yourself. I also drove my mom where she needed or wanted to go. Then when my dad was diagnosed with cancer I became his nurse. No one had ever warned me of the time when I’d be caring for both my children and my parents. So countless nights I’d compose stories into the wee hours of the morning. Any and all “me” time I used to write.
I had no sympathy. No one in my life understood that writing made me happy, that it fulfilled me in ways I couldn’t explain. Yes, I was writing to get published, but I was also writing because it’s a part of me, and a part I had been missing for years. It wasn’t until I finaled in a contest that my ex-husband took notice of my “hobby.” And it wasn’t until I published my parents and sister admitted I might be onto something… I really felt like I’d been “waiting” for something. Perhaps it was permission to pursue my own dreams.
Oddly enough, it took me quite some time to admit guilt is also procrastination. If I felt guilty, and did the stuff my family wanted me to do -and on their time table- then I did’t have to work on my WIP. Who knew procrastination is oh-so-sneaky?
Nowadays I’m a taskmaster and those that know and love me realize writing stories is far more than a hobby– it’s a career I love. But occasionally even today if I miss something special I’ll feel a tiny twinge of guilt. I’ve missed my youngest daughter’s birthday twice already because I’ve committed to attend the RT conference. When the niggling of guilt gets to me I remind myself that I’m spending time doing something that truly fulfills me. Mothers tend to serve everyone else in their family, why not ourselves? I’ve made huge sacrifices to write when they’ve slept, or spent weekends doing fun stuff. I like to think my perseverance is also teaching my peeps that when you really want something, you have to work hard for it.
JOURNEYS OF LOVE every woman needs to take.