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Hi everyone, thanks to YGGR for letting me stop by.
Where do you hail from and what do you love most about your hometown?
I’m Australian and I live in the Central Highlands of Victoria. It’s old gold mining country and there are a lot of ruins and abandoned mineshafts scattered through the bush. Many of the small towns in the area (including where I live) were founded during the 1850’s gold rush.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a teacher or an archaeologist – neither of which panned out. :/
Tell us about your latest book.
Until The Stars Burn Cold, is a paranormal romance which begins in ancient Persia and ends in modern day rural Australia. For daring to fall in love with the wrong woman, Jinn was cursed into a ring by a sorcerer. Centuries roll by and Jinn is still trapped, that is until Mia, an antiques dealer accidentally releases him.
Do you have anything new in the works and can you tell us a bit about it?
I’m working on several stories at the moment. The first is a medieval paranormal about a knight who takes the road less travelled and finds his heart’s desire. Next is a straight medieval tale which is a sequel to my novella ‘Capturing Bliss’ and finally, I’m working on a series set in Victorian London.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging about writing?
Not letting procrastination and self doubt get the better of you. Oh… and then there is writing the dreaded synopsis.
What advice would you give to writers just starting out?
Keep reading, writing and never give up. Sometimes, rejections can have you wallowing in doubt and self pity but you have to try and rise above it and keep going. Join a writers group, like the RWA. Oh, and always remember to do your research (especially if you are writing anything with historical details).
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
I usually don’t suffer from writer’s block but if I get a bit stuck with a scene, I go for a walk. You know, fresh air clearing the head and all that.
Who is your favorite author and why?
I have far too many just to pick one. Some of my favourites would include Jane Austen, Julie Garwood, Anne Gracie, Anna Campbell, Mathew Reilly, Ellis Peters, Chaucer, Kerry Greenwood and the fabulous Nora Roberts.
What books have most influenced your life?
Grimm’s fairytales, myths and legends, the Iliad, the Canterbury tales, Pride and Prejudice and Katherine by Anya Seaton.
How did you deal with rejection letters?
I was meant to deal with them???
What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?
Paper, a printer, a computer and a pen that works. Also copious amounts of chocolate, coffee and green tea doesn’t hurt.
Where do you as an author draw the line on gory descriptions and/or erotic content?
Where I will quite happily kill off adult characters, children are off limits. I can’t read/watch anything where children are hurt or worse and I certainly won’t write about it. As my Scottish friend, Julie would say ‘… not the bairns… don’t hurt the bairns!’
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?
Wandered through castles, scrambled over ruins, fought with swords and walked widdershins around a stone circle – just the normal stuff.
Thanks so much for letting me drop by for a chat. J
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Until The Stars Burn Cold
Long ago in ancient Persia, there lived a pair of star crossed lovers. In a desperate bid, the lovers sought to flee the town of Adwan. But they were caught and torn apart. For his insolence, Jinn is cursed into a ring. Ages pass and empires crumble… and Jinn is still forever bound in a circle of frozen silver. Bound, that is until present day antiques dealer, Mia Templeton accidentally releases him. Mia is beautiful and Jinn, finds her somehow familiar. Is love eternal and evil everlasting? Can the power that destroyed his life in Adwan, reach through the centuries and threaten his future?
A Snippet from Until The Stars Burn Cold
Mia stirred as a loud rumble of thunder echoed over her house. She cracked open one eye ever so slightly. A flash of lightning illuminated her bedroom wall. She relaxed back into her soft mattress and closed her eyes. She was warm, comfortable and content, and as sleep threatened to reclaim her once more she wondered if it would be possible to reconnect with the delicious and vivid dream she had been having. Parts of it were beginning to disappear and she tried to hold onto the details.
There had been a man, a beautiful man with wide shoulders and lovely brown eyes and he had been kissing her. Mia let herself begin to drift, she was floating, barely conscious of her surroundings as she snuggled deeper beneath her quilt. Yet there was a nagging in the back of her brain that something was amiss. The edgy feeling told her to wake up but her body rebelled and her breath began to deepen. She reasoned that it was nothing to be concerned about; the dream coupled with the oncoming storm had disturbed her and nothing more. That was until she felt a large hand hook around her waist and pull her closer to a warm mass that engulfed her back. Biting back a scream she pushed the hand away and flung herself off the bed. She turned, faced the bed and fear, shock and amazement blended together in a tight ball in her stomach as she saw that there was a man in her bed.
A weak shaft of light pierced the darkness and she could see he was lying on his side stretched out on top of the quilt, with his arm flung across the bed. He was reaching for where Mia had been dreaming only a moment or two ago. It was then that she realized with a little relief that he was fully clothed. He wore long dark green trousers tucked into soft leather boots that ran halfway up his calf and a deep cream shirt under a leather jerkin.
Mia stumbled across the corner of the room, grabbing the tall, metal floor lamp. She yanked at the cord and pulled the plug out of the socket. The cream silk shade fell off and rolled towards the door. Flicking on the bedroom light gave her a little comfort; at least now she could see exactly what she was up against. She edged towards the bed and looked down at her intruder.
She saw the way the man’s chest softly rose and fell. His eyes were closed and his features were relaxed. Feeling a little braver, Mia took one tentative step back towards the bed and studied the stranger’s face. He was handsome, with high cheekbones and a square jaw. His golden brown complexion was offset by his long dark hair.
Mia held the lamp in front of her like a staff. Taking a deep breath, she wished her heart would stop racing. She pushed the lamp forward and jabbed at the stranger’s shoulder.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?”
Until The Stars Burn Cold available from Pink Petal Books