1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Sure! I`m an avid reader, writer of M/M and M/F romantic comedies, lover of coffee, laughter, romance, dairy goats, yellow cats, Marvel comics, and find myself becoming a fan girl for the New York Rangers and their goalie. I`ve been married to the same man for over 21years, have one daughter who is seventeen, and own two dogs, two cats, many goats, and too much poultry to count.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I enjoy playing Xbox games with my daughter and watching TV with my hubby. We`re quite fond of The Walking Dead, Breaking Bad, Vikings, Game of Thrones, and Duck Dynasty. If I`m not watching those few shows, I`ll either be writing or have my nose stuck in a book. I also spend a ridiculous amount of time reading about Greek mythology.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
I get up early, to the morning chores, get the teen on the school bus, and then hit the keyboard. Sometimes if the idea can`t wait until morning, I`ll get up and jot it down in a notebook.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
They just seem to appear for the most part. A few have come to me after some sort of natural event, or perhaps a song, or a random idea.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Oh goodness. This is a tough one. Well, I would have to say my Gods & Goats trilogy is my favorite as it was my first novel. My Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse zombie rom/coms are right up there as well, as they were my first works bought by a traditional publisher.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I do this crazy happy dance around the house when I type The End.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
They are basically from my imagination, but I do put my life experiences into them, as I think all authors do.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Sometimes I think her name is Voldemort, but most days I like to call her Lu-Lu.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I always thought it would be cool to write some high fantasy.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
JR Ward, Rick Riordan, George RR Martin, Diana Gabaldon, Armistead Maupin.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why? Libby and Ares, my leads from the Gods & Goats series are at the top of the list. I really love these two because they have made each other grow while growing themselves, and because they`re mature lovers. Libby is in her mid thirties and Ares is centuries old. There are perks to being a Greek god of war!
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Those days when you sit and stare at t blank Word page.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Do it. Don`t let your teachers, spouses, kids, sisters, brothers, co-workers, online friends, the mail carrier or the dog clipper tell you that you can`t. Do it despite them telling you that you can`t.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
I`d still be a dairy goat raiser and mom/wife, I would just have a hundred thousand people inside my head jabbering nonstop.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway? Greece.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
Blurb- Whoever it was who said that life that on a farm is kind of laid back never lived on my farm.
You`d think that getting the upper hand with Hades, god of the Grecian underworld, would have given Ares and me the luxury of a vacation. We could have used some time to unwind and discover the wonders of being newly in love. It would have been super to spend our days relaxing with my dairy goats, chickens, dog, cat, Hereford, and George, the loveable Greek ‘bison ‘, who all call my twelve acres in the mountains of Pennsylvania 'home.'
But no, we don`t get a vacation. What we get is another round of battling creatures from Greek mythology: visiting members of Ares` family who reek of goat buck, nights filled with horrific dreams, teenage goddesses, mortal boys, shocking revelations, and a worldwide search for what may be the only thing to defeat Hades and save the world as we know it.
Excerpt- We sat in, if not companionable silence, then we`ll call it easy silence. Although his anger was a turbulent storm cloud hovering over the area, he seemed to be more disenchanted than actually infuriated anymore. He sat at my side, the food a barrier between us, and watched as I readied for the task. I pulled two nicely whittled pine sticks from the tote (My official rural shish-kebob tools), skewered two fat marshmallows and then handed him the stick.
“Hold them close to the fire but not in the fire,” I instructed. He said nothing but did as was bid. As I got busy with opening the candy cars and box of graham crackers I talked. “Something`s come up,” I said while snapping chocolate bars into rectangles.
“You say this as if it should be alarming,” the man muttered. I chanced a glance at him. He was the epitome of a soul nearly buried with troubles. Head lowered, shoulders bowed. “I feel as if I have exchanged places with Prometheus` brother.”
I placed the nearly-melted chocolate pieces on the top of the graham crackers box then licked my fingers clean, since I had forgotten to bring any Wet Naps or even a wash cloth in a sandwich bag.
“Is that why you acted so badly with me earlier?” I inquired around my index finger. He rolled the stick between his hands and shrugged. I rolled my eyes to the heavens. Trying to get this galoot to admit he was wrong was like trying to tug a hog from a feed trough. It could be done but it was a tussle.
“Perhaps,” he admitted. “Truly, I know that you care for my children as I do, and as their mother does, but there are times when you infuriate me, Libby.”
“There are times you push my buttons as well, Ares.”
“Aye, I have been told that by more than a handful of females over the centuries,” he said and kept turning his skewer. I didn`t doubt that confession for a minute.
“So why do you feel like Atlas?” I asked and reached for the stick slowly. I detest black marshmallows.
“Look at me, Libby. Look at me and tell me what you see,” he growled. I lifted my sight from the golden mallows and gazed at him. What I saw was the man I adored and would walk over fire to help. Literally.
“I see the man I love,” I told him, catching the jingle of dog tags as Hermione raced in and plopped her butt down beside my leg. That pulled those blue eyes from the flames. The firelight exacerbated the dark pink lines across his cheek and eyes. Marks of the Chimera we had battled. Come morning they would be faded completely. His neck would require more time. That wound was still dark and raw looking, but soon it would fade away. When he said nothing in reply, only continued to stare, I began assembling our treats then handed him a completed one.
“You are looking through the eyes of a woman in love,” Ares said gruffly, his fingers closing over the s`more. “Look deeper. What you will see is a god who is not capable of this task that has been placed before him. Why was I chosen? Why would Athena place this insurmountable commission upon me? I am not the male who should be doing this. `Twould be a far better assignment for Heracles, or even Theseus or Perseus! They are the heroes, not I.”
I had a moment of pure shock before I could reply. His mood went far beyond a teen-ager coming to court his daughter or my interference, however justified, in trying to procure Harmonia`s rights as a liberated woman. This was a man wallowing in fear. If a feather had blown into me it would have knocked me off my log. Ares, the god of war, was afraid of his own destiny. And if I was reading things right, he was reacting in the only way he knew how to that fear - by lashing out with violent words, since he would never use anything but words against me. I lowered my snack to my bare knee as he turned from me to watch the fire once more.
My next book will be the first solo tale of my beloved gay zombie hunters, Paul and Gordon, when Two Guys Walk into An Apocalypse leap from the pages of an anthology into their own series of novellas! You can find their first tale in He Loves Me For My Brainsssss, a gay erotica anthology from Torquere Press, who also is publishing the following novellas for Gordon and Paul here –
Of Gods & Goats, the first book in my rural mythological Rom/Com series, and of Heroes & Hay Bales, the second novel, will be available for your ereader on Smashwords-
And at From My Shelf Books & Gifts –
Of Heroes & Hay Bales will be released on 4/6/13. Of Gods & Goats is available now.
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Thanks so much for having me Jamallah!