If you don't know Deena Remiel already from her Brethen Series (which I so suggest you get the chance to read because you are so missing out) as well as her Book Waitress series, then you will truly enjoy her latest book which will be coming out September 16th "Distortion"
I got the chance to first meet Deena at my very first convention Arizona Dreaming back in 2012. She had encouraged me to come to it because it was at a time when I really was afraid to go out and be seen. But with her encouragement, I got over my fears and I am grateful to have been able to call her my good friend as well as a fellow author,
Oh by the way, those eyes that you see on the cover of her book "Distortion" well those dreamy eyes belong to another good friend of mine Pha Sho and believe me when I say that those eyes are indeed dreamy as hell with a personality that is just as great as the rest of him is.
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Well, I’m a Sagittarius, I love chocolate with caramel and peanuts, and I wake up every morning with a song running through my head. As for the normal stuff, I’ve been married for 20 years, have 2 teenage daughters, and I’ve been teaching for 23 years. I started writing seriously in 2009 and haven’t looked back once.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I love watching movies! Musicals, Sci-fi, Action-adventure, Romantic Comedies, and the classic horror movies.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
I usually start by taking care of all my administrative duties so my “desk” is clear. Then I gather my snacks, drinks, and earphones around me and start my marathon of writing. Yes, I’m a marathon writer since weekdays are spent teaching.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
I get my ideas from everywhere: past experiences, fantasies desired, just thinking WHAT IF.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Oh, I couldn’t say! They are all my babies! But since Distortion has challenged me to get down and evil without the help of Satan, I gotta go with it. *chuckles*
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I can wiggle my ears.
7. Are any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
I blend a bit of real life experience in everything I write, even my urban fantasy and paranormal romances have a healthy dose of me along with my imagination woven into their fabric.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
For the longest time, I didn’t think I had a muse. Then it was pointed out that I have a host of angels and fairies around me as I write. No names, but it’s nice to know they’re there.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
Writing DISTORTION was a huge venture for me, as I typically write urban fantasy and paranormal romance. I really enjoyed it and would like to write more romantic suspense.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
SO MANY! I “fangirl” over Jayne Ann Krentz, Linda Howard, Allison Brennan, Heather Graham, and Sherrilyn Kenyon. This list doesn’t even include all my friends who are fabulous authors!
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
I adore Nathanael and Callie from ELIXXIR. They are tortured souls who find saviors in each other.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
I’m always wanting to revise, revise, revise, even after getting the OK from my editors. It’s hard to turn off that dastardly button!
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
GO FOR IT! If you have a story idea, write! And DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU’RE DONE. Make sure you finish your projects so that you are not a serial starter. Better to be a serial finisher.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
I’d be getting immersed in providing professional development to teachers and maybe getting my degree in counseling.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
I love being near water, not that I’m a fish or anything like that, but I love hearing it and watching it, so to the beach or a mountain lake is perfect!
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? I have a few projects going right now: Immortal Dance for my Love Among the Ruins series, A-Hunting We Will Go for my Book Waitress Series, then a secret project, and finally, Angel Rising for The Brethren Series.
James White has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in his romance cover model’s world, those blessings have become a curse. A colleague has blurred the line between life in front of the camera and reality; distorting the truth, and turning a friendship into a dangerous obsession.
Hope Evans had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs; turning authors’ dreams into award-winning covers. When unexpectedly laid off, she must find her namesake in life … some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give her what she truly desires? They say be careful what you wish for.
Destiny brings Jamie and Hope what they’ve been seeking: each other. Fate also throws in a psychopath and her equally sinister sister, both hell-bent on making Jamie and Hope’s world a living hell.
A hero on thousands of romance covers; can he be one for real, when lives are on the line?
Ow! Son of a bitch!” What the hell had she stepped on? Bending over, she looked down to find a large shard of a shell sticking up out of the sand. Damn it! She picked up her right foot to inspect it and watched as droplets of blood mixed in with the crushed shells and cigarette butts. Well, isn’t this just grand? So much for starting out on the right foot. The cut on her sole bled profusely, and she wasn’t quite sure how to staunch it other than cover it with her shirt. Thank goodness she’d worn a bathing suit underneath her clothes. But how to get back to her house? She snorted. Good question, Hope. Now what’s the answer?
She looked around for anyone that might be as crazy as she for coming out so early, but not a soul joined her. Great. Now what? Her foot throbbed in rhythm with her heart. She needed to get it washed, bandaged, and up in the air quickly. She searched around again, this time to see how close any of the beach houses were that dotted past the dunes. The one nearest had sea green shingles and a white wrap around porch. It had a very non-assuming and friendly look. She’d been judged by the book covers she created, so she figured the house may very well be a good reflection of its owner.
Hobbling through the sand and up the dunes gave her quite a workout. Every step she took made her wince and left a little token of her affection for the sea, a bloody footprint. Her once white tank top now wrapped clumsily around her foot, boasted a horrid shade of deep red. She reached the apex of the sand hill and saw the silhouette of a person sitting on the porch.
“Hello? Hello!” She waved her arms high in the air. “Excuse me; I could use a little help. I’ve cut my foot and I’m bleeding like a stuck pig.” The blob didn’t move. Did she mistake an outdoor statue for a person? She hoped not because she felt like crap at this point. Gathering her energy, Hope drew in a deep breath and projected her voice. “Excuse me! Can you help me, please? Hello? Oh….”
The world according to Hope whirled around her and spun out of control. Her body crumbled and rolled down the dune toward the house. Abruptly, all went dark.
She soared through the clouds, catching the wind beneath her wings. Coming out of her fog, she realized instead that someone had been carrying her and walking at the same time. But who? Her brain swam like when she’d twirled a hundred times on the grass as a child. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her savior and thought she must still be in “La La Land.” A strong jawline, a straight nose, and five o’clock shadow graced the profile of a Greek god. A hairband captured dark brown hair at the base of his neck. Her foot twitched and she groaned.
“Easy now, I’ve got you. My name is James White and I’m just gonna bring you onto my porch to see to that foot of yours.”
“Oh, thank you, James. I’m Hope Evans. I don’t feel so well. I stepped on a shell. My foot is cut real bad.” Her head fell back onto his chest like a rag doll.
“Hi there, Hope. Don’t worry. I’m certified.” He laid her gently on a chaise lounge, grabbed a few pillows from some other chairs and placed them under her foot. “I’ll be right back. I need to get my first aid kit, and I think a cup of OJ for you to drink might help, too.” His smile reassured her that all would be well. He ducked inside giving her a chance to look around. She’d missed most of the sun rise, but she didn’t care anymore. Due to a kindhearted fellow, she’d found an angel at dawn instead.
Midnight in LA was like rush hour in LA. It took them twice as long to get back to his place as it should have due to a couple of accidents off to the side of the road. Brake lights and headlights lit up the freeway like a lava flow. Hope had fallen asleep soon after Jamie put her in the car. He replayed everything that had happened since his photo shoot went bust with Brittany and his ire reignited. He didn’t know what he’d do if she tried to contact him again. She’s good, the psychotic bitch, always making it seem as though I’m the bad guy on the phone and she’s only trying to make things right again. At last, he pulled up the driveway and into the garage. He turned off the car and closed the garage door. Time to forget about her and concentrate on the extraordinary woman next to you, bud.
“Hope, babe, we’re here.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. She stirred, turned toward him, and smiled drowsily.
“Oh, good, ’cause I’m in desperate need of a comfy bed and you, mister. What are the chances of me getting those at this time of night?”
He put his forehead against hers and whispered, “I think your chances are pretty damned good. In fact, I’d say it is a sure bet. Place your chips, baby.”
Her throaty laugh sent waves of heat through his body straight to all points south. The nighttime air had caused her voice to deepen and rasp, and sound sexy as hell. “I’ll place my chips, honey. Just show me where.”
“Right here, sweetheart, right here.” He pointed to the bulge in his pants. They burst into laughter that sent tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Oh, my God! That’s the cheesiest line ever.” She shook her head.
“I know! I can’t believe I just said that!” He turned serious and looked at her sparkling eyes for a moment, needing to touch her. He reached out a tentative hand to gently tuck away a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Let’s get out of here and into that comfy bed you requested.”
“Yes, let’s.” Her eyes spoke the rest of her desires.
He brought her straight to his bedroom on the second floor, a master suite, complete with loveseat and sofa by a fireplace at the far end. She marveled at the moonlight casting a soft glow through the amber stained glass windows, illuminating a king-sized bed loaded with pillows of all shapes and sizes. He pushed them aside and lowered her gently to the plush bed coverings, joining her just as she’d been anticipating since before dinner. They stayed locked in a desperate embrace for a while, before he released her. He rose above her like a canopy, his powerful arms and legs forming posts on either side of her. She couldn’t resist, wouldn’t resist the urge to release his hair from its bindings, and raked her fingers through to release their waves. His eyes, golden with desire, seemed to search for refuge in hers.
“I could lose myself in your eyes.”
She parted her lips but found no words to adequately respond. She batted her lashes and turned away, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. He moved his head and captured her gaze once again. “No, don’t look away. Look at me. Let me find lost in you.” He’d spoken so softly, so openly and raw. She smiled gently at his play on words, loving the intimacy, the perfection, of the moment.
She raised herself up to but a hair’s breadth away from his face. “Kiss me, Jamie, and we’ll find lost together.”
CHECK DEENA OUT AT THE FOLLOWING LINKS BELOW!
My blog http://www.deenaremiel.com
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Deena-Remiel/e/B004Z0OLGA
ALSO MAKE SURE YOU STOP BY THE RELEASE PARTY FOR DISTORTION ON FACEBOOK WHICH WILL BE OUT ON SEPTEMBER 16TH. PLENTY OF FUN AND PRIZES WILL BE HAD PLUS YOU GET TO MEET DEENA AND PHA SHO!
ALSO MAKE SURE YOU GO AND CHECK OUT THE RAFFLECOPTER TO GET THE CHANCE TO WIN SOME GREAT PRIZES!