Word-Slingers – Guest Susannah Sandlin

Today’s guest is Susannah Sandlin. Be sure to comment, as there is a #giveaway on the line (two actually, one of which is tour-wide and big)! Read through to the end for details.

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been a working journalist for more than twenty years, but have only been writing fiction since 2009. I started out writing a story as a way to deal with my issues from Hurricane Katrina (I lived in New Orleans) and it turned into a novel, then two. By then I caught the fiction-writing bug big-time.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Ugh. Waaay too many balls. I have a full-time day job that’s pretty high stress. A lot of politics and a lot of deadlines. I have two fiction series that are being published simultaneously. I have a daily book blog. I do blogging for Tor.com and a couple of other sites. I’m the sole caregiver for my 87-year-old mom. I have two geriatric dogs. I’m tired just thinking about it. I work hard to manage my time. I don’t take a lot of time off. I have a “virtual assistant” who helps me out with research and actually posting blogs after I write them—he’s been a lifesaver. If one part of my carefully constructed schedule goes off the rails, though, it throws everything into chaos. So I try my best not to let that happen.

3) What can you tell us about your release Omega. What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

Omega was planned from the very beginning as the climax of the Penton Legacy series, which I originally conceived as a trilogy: Redemption,  Absolution, and Omega. I’d been writing urban fantasy and wanted to flex my writing muscles and try something different. So I came up with the idea of a vampire utopia of sorts that was located in a rural ghost town at a time when the vampire world was in danger of annihilation after a vaccine turned human blood deadly to them. I wanted to try this sort of post-apocalyptic story that was also a paranormal romance where the overarching story would cross all the books but the hero and heroine would change with each book. At the same time, after writing my urban fantasy novels in first person, I wanted to experiment with writing multiple points of view in third person—so each book has anywhere from three to six point-of-view characters. It presents a big juggling act for the author but, in the end, I think it worked really well.

4) What is it about paranormal romance that you like so much?

I love paranormal romance and urban fantasy (sort of twin daughters of different mothers, or something like that) because of the great “what if” factor—they are the perfect crossroads of reality and fantasy, like there might be another world just around the corner that you might stumble into.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I’m veering with my next project into more of a paranormal-romantic-thriller mashup, which I’m not quite sure is even a genre! It’s a book tentatively called Storm Force, and it will be initially released in serial form for Kindle beginning on March 19. Then, in July, it will come out as a regular book in print, digital and audio. So it’s a new type of venture for me and one that’s proving really interesting! I also have an urban fantasy series that I write under the name Suzanne Johnson, and the third book in that series, Elysian Fields, will be released by Tor Books in mid-August.

6) Sweet or sour?

Serious sweet tooth!

7) Chocolate or vanilla?

I know it’s almost sacrilegious, but I much prefer vanilla to chocolate.  (TM – Hrmph. Vanilla. Hrmph. 😉 )

Susannah Sandlin is the author of paranormal romance set in the Deep South, where there are always things that go bump in the night. A journalist by day, Susannah grew up in Alabama reading the gothic novels of Susan Howatch and the horror fantasy of Stephen King. (Um…it is fantasy, right?) The combination of Howatch and King probably explains a lot. Currently a resident of Auburn, Alabama, Susannah has also lived in Illinois, Texas, California, and Louisiana.

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Following a worldwide pandemic whose vaccine left human blood deadly to vampires, the vampire community is on the verge of starvation and panic. Some have fanned into rural areas, where the vaccine was less prevalent, and are taking unsuspecting humans as blood slaves. Others are simply starving, which for a vampire is worse than death—a raging hunger in a creature too weak to feed.
Immune to these struggles—at first—is Penton, a tiny community in rural Chambers County, Alabama, an abandoned cotton mill town that has been repopulated by charismatic vampire Aidan Murphy, his scathe of 50 vampires, and their willingly bonded humans. Aidan has recruited his people carefully, believing in a peaceful community where the humans are respected and the vampires retain a bit of their humanity.

But an unresolved family feud and the paranoia of the Vampire Tribunal descend on Penton in the form of Aidan’s brother, Owen Murphy. Owen has been issued a death warrant that can only be commuted if he destroys Penton—and Aidan, against whom he’s held a grudge since both were turned vampire in 17th-century Ireland.  Owen begins a systematic attack on the town, first killing its doctor, then attacking one of Aidan’s own human familiars

To protect his people, Aidan is forced to go against his principles and kidnap an unvaccinated human doctor—and finds himself falling in love for the first time since the death of his wife in Ireland centuries ago. 
Dr. Krystal Harris, forced into a world she never knew existed, must face up to her own abusive past to learn if the feelings she’s developing for her kidnapper are real—or just a warped, supernatural kind of Stockholm Syndrome in which she’s allowing herself to become a victim yet again.

With the vampire world on the brink of civil war over the scarcity of untainted human blood, battle lines are being drawn between the once peaceful vampire and human enclave of Penton, Alabama, and the powerful Vampire Tribunal.
A Scottish gallowglass warrior turned vampire in the early 17th century, Mirren Kincaid once served the Tribunal as its most creative and ruthless executioner—a time when he was known as the Slayer. But when assigned a killing he found questionable, Mirren abandoned the Tribunal’s political machinations and disappeared—only to resurface two centuries later as the protector and second-in-command of Penton. Now the Tribunal wants him back on their side—or dead.
To break their rogue agent, they capture Glory Cummings, the descendant of a shaman, and send her to restore Mirren’s bloodthirsty nature. But instead of a monster, Glory sees a man burdened by the weight of his past. Could her magic touch—meant by the tribunal to bring out a violent killer—actually help Mirren break his bonds and discover the love he doesn’t believe he deserves?
It’s a town under siege, a powerful warrior in a battle with his past, and one woman who can make the earth move—literally—as the Penton Legacy continues.

The bloody war between the Vampire Tribunal and the defiant scathe of Penton, Alabama, rages on, forcing its residents and their bonded humans to retreat into the underground fortress of last resort: Omega. There, Will Ludlam is charged with the care of Penton’s humans, though he longs to fight alongside his vampire brethren. He knows the risks: as the renegade son of the Tribunal’s vicious leader, Will’s capture could doom the resistance.
Yet he is determined to prove his worth to his adopted scathe, to his vengeful father and to former US Army officer Randa Thomas, his beautiful, reluctant partner. Randa has little faith that a former member of the vampire elite has what it takes to fight a war. But as their enemies descend upon Omega, Will’s polished charm and Randa’s guarded heart finally give way to the warrior within.

Fans of Susannah Sandlin’s Penton Legacy are sure to devour this long-awaited third installment of the steamy paranormal series.

As I said at the top of the post, there are two giveaways. One lucky commenter to this post will get a copy of one print/e-book/audiobook of the commenter’s choice of any book from the series.

There is also a TOUR giveaway of a Kindle Paperwhite or Nook Simple Touch (or $100 US gift card to Amazon, B&N or Book Depository – winner’s choice) and 5 $10 gift cards to online bookseller of choice. Just enter via Rafflecopter and you might be lucky!

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Word-Slingers – Spotlight’s on Andrew Seaward

In A.A. they say to wait at least a year before entering into a relationship, the idea being before you can love someone else, you must first learn how to love yourself. But what if loving yourself just isn’t possible? What if in order to love yourself, you must first know that you can be loved?
During a mandated recovery, Monty Miller, a young, suicidal alcoholic, falls deeply in love with a cocaine addict named Vicky, who offers him a reprieve from his life of self-sabotage. Against his sponsor’s warnings, Monty hinges his entire recovery on Vicky, believing he can stay sober for her rather than doing it for himself. But when Vicky is killed in a hit-and-run on their way home from a meeting, Monty is forced to confront the truth; he didn’t really love her. He was just using her as a way to cope without alcohol. 
Filled with the guilt of this revelation, Monty embarks on a mission to drink himself to death. But, his family intervenes and has him committed to Sanctuary, a rehabilitation facility high in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. There he meets Dave Bell, a former all-American track star turned narcissistic crack addict, and the driver responsible for Vicky’s death.
Can Monty forgive Dave for his unspeakable atrocity and finally find the courage to forgive himself? Or will he follow his addiction to its inevitable conclusion, using self-pity and blame as excuses to give up on life?

Based on the author’s own personal experience with substance abuse and addictive relationships, SOME ARE SICKER THAN OTHERS transcends the clichés of the typical recovery story by exploring the incomprehensible demoralization of addiction and the thin, blurred line between codependence and true love.

“It was a beautiful night. The moon was out and the stars were shining, like diamonds impregnated in a coal-black sky. What a wonderful night to be clean and sober. What a wonderful night to be alive. To think, all he had to do was quit drinking and he could’ve felt like this his entire life—no more shaking, no more seizing, no more getting up to puke in the middle of the night. If he’d just listened to his parents and stopped a little sooner, he could’ve avoided all those years of suffering and pain. All those nights of lying face down in a puddle of his own blood and urine, praying for God to come and take him away, his hands around a bottle, his head above the porcelain, and that sick, vile poison bubbling inside his veins. Those trips to the emergency room in some random state hospital just so he could get pumped full of fluids and strapped down to a bed, while nurses with bad breath, bad hair, and bad makeup stuck a tube down his dick just so he could pee. Christ, what a fucking nightmare. Thank god it was finally all over. Thank god he finally found a way to stay clean.”


Name a hospital in Pennsylvania; I’ve been there. A rehab in Texas; I’ve stayed there. I’ve been strapped down to hospital beds, thrown into drunk tanks, and locked in padded rooms no bigger than a broom closet. I’ve woken up on railroad tracks, passed out on park benches, and even slept in a dumpster once because I was too drunk to realize what it was. And for what? A moment of numbness, a flicker of tranquility? No. I realize now, that the reason I drank was because I was too afraid to admit who I really was. I’m an artist. A storyteller. A writer. An author. It took me a long time to finally admit this, and now that I have, I can’t stop.
My debut novel, SOME ARE SICKER THAN OTHERS, takes you on a hellish journey inside the diseased mind of the addict. From a codependent alcoholic wracked by an obsession to drink himself to death to a former all-American track star turned washed-up high school volleyball coach with a dependency on crack…the characters in my novel will haunt, taunt, and challenge your preconceived notions of what it means to be an addict or alcoholic. Some of you will laugh, some will cry, others will see themselves in the characters’ lives. Either way, I hope you enjoy the story, because, in the end, it’s not only my story…it’s everybody’s.
Do you have a tag line: I used to think I was a pretty sick person. Then my parents sent me to drug & alcohol rehab in Anaheim, CA. There I learned a universal truth about addicts and alcoholics; though we may all be sick…Some Are Sicker Than Others.

Word-Slingers – Guest Interview Danica Winters

Happy Thursday everyone. Happy V-Day for those of you who celebrate the day. I’ve been married 9+ years now, so…not so much. Heh. Seriously though, I love my hubby.

1) How long have you been writing?

I have been writing for about five years.  I started in other genres and magazine articles, then decided I needed the challenge of writing full length fiction.  My jump into Romance was and has always been what I wanted to write, but it took a bit of time to dismiss other’s opinions and follow the path my heart wanted me to travel.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

I’m a very busy lady.  I have small children, and like most moms, I find that they require most of my attention.  However, when they are asleep I hit my stride and find that I make the most of my time.  I also have a full time job working for a publishing house called Books To Go Now out of Seattle.  So when I’m not writing or parenting, I’m working with other authors in getting their titles the exposure they need.

3) What can you tell us about your release The Nymph’s Labyrinth? What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

Back in the  day (pre-family) I was a trained Archeologist.  This was my first passion!  I loved getting into a site, getting dirty and finding artifacts that had been lost for hundreds of years.  I had the distinguished honor of working on the pit houses in British Columbia—and that experience helped to shape me.

From this experience (and my love of history and archeology) I knew I had to write the book that incorporated these loves and The Nymph’s Labyrinth  was born.

4) What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?

I love writing paranormal romance.  I find that it’s one of only a few genres in which your only limitation is your own imagination.  You don’t have to follow the laws of reality—you can make anything possible as long as your write it well.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I have published a sweet contemporary romance and I do like writing within that genre.  If I have characters who need me to write within the genre, I would think about moving.  However, I find that most of the characters that find their ways into my mind are usually paranormal based.
 I must add that my style of writing is similar to that of Charlaine Harris in the fact that it is ‘light’ paranormal—I write characters in everyday life who experience paranormal experiences.  My titles are closer to reality than Sci-fi.

6) Sweet or sour?


7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate—every time!

Danica Winters is a bestselling author who is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. 

She is also the Marketing and Promotions Manager for Books To Go Now publishing.  When she’s not working she can be found in the wilds of Montana working on her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery and painting are not her thing).  She always believe the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.

A world shrouded in mystery and intrigue, the Sisterhood of Epione must not be exposed. 
A Shape-shifting nymph, Ariadne, is tasked with keeping the truth of her group’s existence and their ancient mysteries far out of reach of an American archeologist and his troublemaking son.  When forgotten and forbidden passions are awakened, Ariadne is forced to make a choice—fall in line and continue to be overrun and pushed down by the sisterhood, or follow her heart and put everyone’s lives in danger.

Can Ariadne have the man she loves or will the pressure and secrets of the past keep her from her heart’s desire?

Word-Slingers – Spotlight’s On Nicole Austin

Today I’m shining the spotlight on the talented Nicole Austin as she tours with her current release, Sugar Girl. Let’s make her welcome, shall we?

About the Author:
Nicole lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida, where inspiration can be found sitting under a big shade umbrella on the beach, sipping cold margaritas and watching all the hunks at play. Always an overachiever, Nicole stayed busy earning three college degrees and now splits her time between working in a health care career and writing.
A voracious reader, she never goes anywhere without a book, but started looking for something more. Something hotter. Her passion for erotic romance lead to Nicole’s creation of sizzling characters and boundary pushing stories. Now she lives in an incredible world where fantasy comes to life in bold, vivid detail.
She can often be found conducting research for her steamy stories while chatting with her muse and people watching. Turns out those voyeuristic tendencies are useful after all, who could have guessed.

A guy walks into a bar…

And finds the sweet girl he shouldn’t have left behind.

While book smart Candy Dillon went to college and embarked on an engineering career, Jeremiah Lange became a rodeo champion and country music icon. Their differences have kept these childhood friends apart until finally, the twists and turns in their individual paths lead them right back where they belong.

All work and no play has Candy aching for a thrill. Jeremiah is the perfect man to help check a few things off her bucket list. From bungee jumping to making out on a Ferris wheel and an emotional spin beneath bright spotlights, Candy’s having the time of her life.

But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?

Reaching out, he grasped the chair and swiveled it until she faced him. Candy tilted her head back, way back, her hungry gaze drinking him in. Unruly black hair had been tamed to silky waves above big blue eyes she’d gladly drown in. His face was rough-hewn with sharp angles, and a rugged beard shadow softened the intensity of his square jaw. He’d grown into that coltish boy’s body and then some. Broad chest, powerful arms roped with corded muscles, lean hips….

Calloused fingers grazed her cheek, drawing her focus back to his smiling eyes.

“Of all the gin joints….” he prompted, beginning a familiar greeting they’d shared a million times over while growing up.

She grinned up at him. “In all the towns, in all the world….”

“She walks into mine.” He finished the famous movie line, cupping her cheek, his thumb repeatedly gliding along her bottom lip. “I can’t believe it’s you. What are you doing here?”

“At the hotel? Guest speaker at a conference. In San Antonio? I moved back to be closer to my mom. Dad—”

Her voice choked up, unable to say the words. It had only been three months since her father’s fatal heart attack. The wounds were still raw.

Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her in to that incredible body, one hand holding her head cushioned against a delicious chest she wanted to lick, the other rubbing soothing circles over her back. He smelled good—sandalwood and leather.

“I heard about your dad.” His voice rumbled through his chest and into her, Candy eagerly soaked in the delicious vibration. “I’m so sorry.”

In his arms, she felt safe and loved, never wanting to leave. All too soon, he broke the embrace and stepped back. “Come on, grab your drink. Let’s find a table and catch up.”

With a nod, she turned back to the bar, got another glass and a bottle of the chocolate wine nestled in an ice bucket from the crestfallen Luke. She gathered her belongings and followed Jeremiah to a small table at the back of the bar.

Once they’d settled into seats, she turned his question back on him. “So what are you doing here?”

“Had a bad injury last year and can’t compete on the circuit anymore. Got tired of constantly being on the road with the band.” He shrugged. “So here I am, spinning my wheels while I wait to close on a ranch in the Hill Country.”

She’d known about the injury. It had been all over the news. That damn ornery bull’s horn had come disturbingly close to gelding Jeremiah. But the band? She hadn’t heard about him leaving Branded.

“A ranch? Wow! I thought you never wanted to be tied to one place?”

“I grew up. Had to happen sooner or later.” Shifting his chair closer, he reached out and placed his hand over hers on the table that suddenly seemed a lot smaller. He made a blatant point of checking her out, head to toe, a lascivious smile curving his lips. “You’ve certainly grown up.”

Nine Years Married, One Year Published

Hey there, guys and gals! It’s been a while since I did just a “what’s going on with Tory” post. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you and just posting interviews and stuff. I’d love to engage in more dialogue with all of you!

Anyway, like the post said, as of today I’ve been married for nine years (okay, technically it was yesterday that we hit 9 years). The picture above is the day we got married. When I got back from lunch yesterday, I found these on my desk:

Nice thing to come back to, right? Yup, not only does he give me flowers, but he’s given me beautiful children. Here are two of them, from last Friday night out at Red Lobster:

Yes, I know, Sam’s out of focus, but she’s so hyper, it’s hard to get her to stand still long enough to take a picture of her. The arm along the table is the giver of all my beautiful children and flowers. And it’s almost impossible to get a picture of my boy when he’s concentrating on something and not hamming it up. I’d rather get natural shots of him, because he has the goofiest “fake” picture smile.

And now for the other part. As of today, I have been a published author for one year. This is the book that started it all (and in it’s original form, which only one person has actually read, was what got me writing again).

Then came this one:

And then finally, just a little over a month ago, my favorite of the series in so may ways:

I’ve decided to give my vamps a rest. They’re currently trying to figure out what they’re going to do about what happened at the end of Prophecy. So, instead, I’ve turned my focus to an all-new world/set of stories. Frighteningly enough, I’ve got a vague idea of the entire series! And the heroes/heroines of ALL THREE BOOKS already named along with a small portion of their backstory.

Most shockingly, given my love of the undead (as seen in the Dream-Walker War)…vampires in this new world are utterly evil, frightening and horrific creatures! Back to their roots, as it were! Holy crap, it’s awesome. I have a new breed of creatures in line to be my heroes and heroines.

We shall see.

So, for readers among my followers – whatcha reading (I won’t be offended if it’s not one of my books), and for the writers, what’re you currently working on?

Word-Slingers – Interview of LM Pruitt

Today’s guest is author L.M. Pruitt, author of the Jude Magdalyn series, along with many other books. Please make her feel welcome!

1)                  How long have you been writing?

Professionally, about 3-4 years. Non-professionally, much, much longer, lol.

2)                 How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

I work full time, write full time, have two cats and a decent social life—so I guess we’ll say 4 large balls with some little ones thrown in for flavor. As for keeping them organized, I recently had to cave and hire a part time assistant to help me keep the work stuff straight. Everything else I’m on my own, lol.

3)                 What can you tell us about your Jude Magdalyn series?  What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

Jude Magdalyn came about because I wanted to write about a woman that I wouldn’t mind knocking back a few drinks in a bar with. She’s not the nicest of people, she definitely has her flaws, but she’s solid and good at the core. In other words, she’s a fairly normal, flawed human. Except for being in charge of the Covenant. The plots themselves, with the exception of the first, are drawn from New Orleans vampire legends. I love the city and the history of it and I think using these legends are a great way to bring parts of New Orleans to readers that they might not have been aware of.

4)                 What is it about the paranormal genre that you like so much?

I think it’s the possibilities. You can do almost anything you want with your world—as long as you explain it in a consistent manner. Consistency is the key to paranormal books because without it the reader is likely to think you’re just making stuff up at random. I know that when I read books with that sort of logic, eventually I either get bored and give up or get angry and give up. Either why, I give up. But if the author is consistent, I’m drawn into the story and not wandering why X can happen here and not happen two books later in the same situation. So there’s a wealth of possibilities, as long as you stick to the cannon you build.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

 I love crime fiction/noir, which is why I wrote Taken: A Frankie Post Novel. I’m planning on writing two more books in the series, as soon as I get some time, lol.

6)                 Sweet or sour?

Sweet, mostly. Depending on my mood.

7)                 Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate, absolutely

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the Jude Magdalyn Series as well as New Moon Rising, featuring Cari Gravier, and Taken, featuring Frankie Post. Ms. Pruitt makes her home in Florida with two cats–one smart, the other not so much.

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Jude Magdalyn Henries lives what many would call an unconventional life. 
Orphaned at birth, raised by nuns, a teenage runaway living on the streets… she now earns a living at odd jobs, including one as a fake tarot card reader. Very little about Jude’s life appears normal, by any scale. 
When she accepts a gig to do a private reading, unconventional takes on an entirely new meaning. Life as she knows it ends when she’s thrust into a world she never knew existed-one filled with magic, vampires, and her beloved New Orleans on the verge of an underground war. 
To make matters worse, she’s got two men in her life vying for attention, Williams and Theo. Both call to a different part of her, but one scares her just a little bit. 
Can she step up to the challenges set before her and make the right choices for the greater good?

All I wanted was a little peace and quiet.

Instead, I’ve got dead Covenant members and a steady stream of letters from the new guy in town. His beverage of choice? A 2002 Merlot, with a shot or two of powerful virgin blood.

On top of that, I’m breaking in a new police liaison, failing at playing matchmaker, and fighting nausea like it’s a full time job. All I wanted was a little peace and quiet.

Instead, I’ve got dead Covenant members and a steady stream of letters from the new guy in town. His beverage of choice? A 2002 Merlot, with a shot or two of powerful virgin blood.

On top of that, I’m breaking in a new police liaison, failing at playing matchmaker, and fighting nausea like it’s a full time job.

Did I forget to mention that I’ve also got enough girls living at the Crossroads to start my own boarding school?

Peace and quiet? Out the window.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Felipe, one of New Orleans’s most infamous—and crazy–vampires is back in town. And to say he’s unhappy is an understatement.
Duprees and Williams have to track down Felipe, fast, before he claims any more victims. If that means making a deal with the Devil–otherwise known as St. Germaine–and using an untrained dhampir, so be it.
If that wasn’t enough, I’ve also got rebellious teenagers, feuding couples, and a suddenly full social calendar.

The more things change….

Word-Slingers – Guest Tina Pollick

Welcome back for the first Word-Slingers in February. Geez, can you believe we’re already in February? Holy moly, this year’s going just as fast as last year. Where on earth does all that time GO?!

1) How long have you been writing?

Since this past summer.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Juggling balls. Yeah I do that. Let’s see, I run my husbands business, I do at home chart audit work, I have two kids who always need me to do stuff, and occasionally I write.

3) What can you tell us about your release, Gabriel. What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

Gabriel started with a ‘what if?’ scenario. I took the summer off from nursing to be with my kids, take care of my nieces/nephew, and play neighborhood mom host. I had always wanted to write a book, I just didn’t think I could. I was reading a book that I stopped about a quarter of the way through, it just wasn’t grabbing my attention. I’m an avid reader so I was a little shocked. The problem wasn’t the authors story it was me. My story wanted to be told. I saw Gabriel in my mind first, then Calla. My biggest problem was finding a good protagonist, one that wasn’t used a million times. I realized quickly everything has been told. The difference is how you tell it. So I made up a race of demons ‘Kematians’. Next I had to figure out why they were bad and wanted they wanted. It really was a series of ‘what if’ questions.

4) What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?

I love to read paranormal romance. I read around two hundred books in 2011. I like not only a boy meets girl story, but I like the little something extra paranormal romance gives it. Like what if, a boy asks a girl on a date, and there’s a full moon. And said girl is a werewolf and that’s why she told him no a hundred times, but gave in because he was making easy at Susie Jones.
 I don’t know. *laughs* I really like crazy stories with a romantic element.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I’ve thought about writing YAPR, young adult paranormal romance. I’ve really thought more about since Evernight started the Teen line. My problem is most YA bore me. It’s not the writing it’s just I like something with a little more kick. Okay I like it to be a little spicy. So I’m not sure if I’ll be able to, but I’m going to give it a try in the near future.

6) Sweet or sour?

Definitely sweet.

7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Hmm. I love white chocolate and French vanilla. I couldn’t choose between the two, but if we’re going with plain jane chocolate and vanilla… chocolate.

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.
Tina 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 BROKER.

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.

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.”
Yeah, sure.”
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.