What
are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?
If life permits, my goal is to release
2 novels and 1 novella this year. In just a few months I’ll be releasing Wicked
Passion (Under Realm Assassins #3). I’ve also been working on Caressed by Dawn,
the sixth installment of the Rulers of Darkness series. In my spare time, I’ve
been playing with the idea of a new series, the Shadow Lords, which I’m
extremely excited to share.
Do you
have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't
quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
YES! Gregory Wrothston from my work in
progress, Passion’s Prey. I’ve been working on his story for years and have
rewritten it about 10 times. It’s been difficult deciding if I will make it a
standalone, a series, or trilogy. Gregory’s story is long, complicated, and the
world building is what I’ve been needing to fine-tune.
Where
would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with
this time?
I’d love to spend a year in the
Scottish Highlands. My husband and I have spent some time there and we
absolutely loved it. I would spend my time exploring and writing. I may even
try my hand at a historical book.
Can
you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
I’m currently focusing on Wicked Passion (Under Realm
Assassins #3). James is a vampire and an assassin sent to eliminate a group of
shape-shifting magic thieves—the perfect mission. He didn’t anticipate rescuing
the woman the shifter’s had kidnapped and never did he expect to fall in love
with her.
Excerpt:
“I’m not
the kind of human that cowers. I will not run from you.”
He
appreciated Jordan’s bravery but not her attitude. Losing his patience he
snapped, “Would you like a job or not?”
“I can
find my own, thanks.” She turned on her heel and marched toward the door.
Let her
go.
Gabriel
blocked her exit. He should let her be angry. He should allow her to believe he
hated her so that she would hate him, but…he couldn’t.
“Get out
of my way!”
“Not a
chance.”
She
squared her shoulders and notched her chin up. Regal, stunning, her violet eyes
flashed with defiance, challenge. “Should the lowly human have asked for your
permission to leave?” She pulled her hair to the side revealing the graceful column
of her neck. “Should I play the meek mortal and let you tap my vein.” Her
sensual mouth curled in a taunting smile. “My blood, I know you want it, leech.”
Tempting
lips. Sexy voice. Bitchy words. Goddamn, he wanted her. “I thought we’d already
established if I wanted your blood, I could just take it.” His eyes narrowed.
“No. There is something else I want from you right now.”
He
advanced. She didn’t back away. Oh, he loved her spirit. Reveled in it.
Vampires shrank from him, but not his mortal. He doubted Jordan could even
spell retreat.
She
moistened her lips, her tiny teeth catching the dip of her bottom lip. He
groaned. He’d nibble and lick that bow for her. As if she could read his
thoughts, Jordan responded to him. Pink tinted her high cheekbones; her breaths
grew heavy and the scent of jasmine intensified.
With
unfathomable speed, he lunged. Before she could react, he had her hair wrapped
around his fist. Their bodies slammed together. Soft curves to unyielding
muscle.
He had
her pinned against the back of the chaise. They both knew with one swift
movement he could have her beneath him.
Gabriel
tightened his hold on her hair as he drew his other hand up her body. His
gloved fingers skimmed the outside of her thigh, gently brushed over the arch
of her hip, caressed her side, lightly tickled her ribcage, and stopped. His
hand hovered just above her breast.
One
heartbeat. Two.
Jordan
pressed forward; her luscious breast fit his palm perfectly. They both groaned
and shuddered from the contact.
“You make
me crazed,” Gabriel grated. Tilting his head down, he rubbed his face against
her hair, inhaling deep. “I’ve wanted…” He pressed a kiss to the curve of her
neck then to the tip of her ear.
She
shivered in his arms. He could sense her need, her desire. It matched his own.
Strong. Relentless.
He
kneaded her breast, her nipple stiffened beneath her shirt. The pearl abraded
his palm, taunting him. Gabriel wanted to taste it, to pull it between his
lips. Would she like it if he used his teeth…his fangs?
His cock
pulsed. He pressed the hard length against her belly. A shocked, delighted gasp
seized in her throat. Jordan’s voice trembled as she whispered his name.
Their
gaze locked.
She aches
for me just as I ache for her.
He should
stop this. Never had a woman enthralled him so…Never had he craved like this.
Mindless.
The
mortal—magicless, powerless—she’d done this to him.
Gabriel
released her breast to grip the swell of her hip. He ground his sex against her.
She’d
pay. He’d show her why no one dared tempt a beast.
His
vision shifted, his fangs elongated. Yes, he’d show her and he’d take what he
wanted.
Pulling
her hair, he yanked her head back, exposing her throat. He leaned forward and
inhaled her scent again, his lungs filled with jasmine and woman. His lips
brushed over her pulse. “Beautiful.” He raked his fangs over her pulse then
soothed the reddened flesh with his tongue.
Tiny
sighs escaped her lips with every kiss he pressed against her neck, her jaw,
her cheek.
“Look at
me,” he demanded.
She
opened her heavy lidded eyes to peer up at him from beneath thick, dark lashes.
Her violet gaze glowed with need, her delicious lips parted as her breaths
panted, silently begging for him.
When only
a whisper separated their lips, he snarled, “I’ve waited.”
Gabriel
possessively took her mouth. Claimed. Soft, giving lips trembled beneath his.
He delved his tongue inside, tasting her. He expected a shy response, a
tentative lick, but Jordan boldly kissed him back. She rose to her toes. Her
hands flew to his shoulders. She cleaved to him in desperation. He felt the
sharp points of her nails through his shirt as she pulled him even closer.
Tighter.
Holding
her, feeling her move against him, her mouth greedily meeting his. It felt
right. Everything about this felt right, like he’d been waiting centuries for
this moment. As if her kiss had broken some kind of spell, his heart pounded,
his soul awakened. Had he truly been cold and deadened for so long?
This
woman. This mortal was forcing him to feel again. He reveled in it; he reviled
it. But he couldn’t stop. There was no stopping, no going back. She’d marked
him and he’d mark her.
