Today I have Mahalia Levey with me today talking about her books "Heaven Sent" and "Trading Up". We also get the chance to know a little bit more about herself as well.
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
My pen name Mahalia is from Mahalia Jackson my fav Gospel singer. I have been published since late 2010 and am still loving what I do. I have a degree in Respiratory Therapy but work in admin for a Express Scripts a huge company.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I go on a canoe float trip every summer with my bunko friends and sister. I enjoy rock concerts, reading, swimming, going to the movies, bowling, karaoke and playing pool.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
I don’t really have a daily routine. I don’t write every single day but when I do, I have to have twizzlers, water and my writing playlist. I also wear my writing pj bottoms with cupcakes on them.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Everywhere. Sometimes they just pop in my head, or I see a piece of art, or hear a song and it inspires a story line.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
That is so hard. Hmm. My fav would have to be Not Since You. S’Niah was my first ever story that I played with years before publishing. I hope to have the rest of her family story boarded soon.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
LOL. I don’t think I have anything that people don’t know or haven’t read in another interview. I’m a quirky kinda girl though!
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination? Some sex scenes hell yeah :P Some of the characters have characteristics of friends or ex’s who are still my friends.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name? He doesn’t have a name but he’s sexy and always trying to screw the single characters in my stories if he can.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I write paranormal, contemporary, military romance, sci fi and have a bdsm story. I’d love to try romantic suspense.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Is there enough room? Sherrilyn Kenyon, Mario Puzo, Lindsay Sands, V.C. Andrews, Andrew Grey, AJ Llewelyn, Cherise Sinclaire, Sandy Sullivan, Laurann Dohner, Eve Langlais, Delilah Devlin, Olivia Cunning, Lori Foster, Rebecca Royce, Karin Tabke are my top faves
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Mason Donovan from Not Since You because he had to deal with a run away mate, the loss of being human skin and learn to embrace Magic and tiger shapeshifting.
Sin from Not Since You because she was flawed and traumatized and embraced fate eventually. She has a strength that I love.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Finding time for everything now that I have a day job.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Learn from others, join as many forums as you can to excel in your craft, be open to positive criticism and recognize when criticism is not working for you. Learn about promoting and publishing in whatever area you choose to go.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
I don’t know. I’ve been so many things so far in my life ;P
15. What do you like on a man…..briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts or nothing at all?
Commando All the Way!
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?
Mia Justice counts every day as a blessing, not taking life for granted. Although she has strong faith, she finds it hard to move on in her personal life, until an accident changes her perception of really living.
Dire Sylis takes his job and the responsibility that comes with his job seriously. Saving as many lives or helping in any situation is how he pays homage to the father he lost as a young adult. However nothing prepares him the chance encounter that will change his life.
“You’re too young for a New Year’s Eve party. You knew the answer before asking.” Mia flipped on her turn signal to move over a lane. “What Ash?” Her sullen teenage daughter muttered under her breath and turned away, closing off. Teenage angst—her least favorite part of parenting. What kind of parent lets their kid plan an unchaperoned party on one of the worst nights of the year to be away from home? Remember not to judge others by what you wouldn’t do. Paying her daughter no heed, she cast quick glance in her rearview mirror to find a spot she could edge her way into in the next lane. Mia moved her SUV in the tight space, continuing the slow crawl down highway 71. She refused to feel guilty for not giving into Ashland’s wants, reminding herself to be a parent not a friend. There wasn’t room for both, since she took on the roll as both mother and father.
As the light at the end of the exit ramp turned from yellow to red, a car clipped her back bumper, causing her to lurch into oncoming traffic. Ashland let out a scream as a vehicle with the right of way narrowly escaped slamming into her door. Mia heard the crunch of cars hitting each other. She fought to maintain traction, her grip clenching the steering wheel as they spun out of control while fending off the surge of terror whiplashing through her a second time.
“Mrs. Justice, help is on the way.” Her automated security system transmitted to the local enforcement and 911 dispatch. Mia turned to Ashland and lifted a shaky hand to her face. “Baby, are you okay?”
“I-I think so.”
Mia’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. Dazed, she spoke on autopilot.
“Can you move?” Mia unclasped her seatbelt and reached to unlatch her daughter’s. Ashland flinched when she touched her.
“Mama, your head is bleeding and my leg hurts really bad.”
Mia touched her head. Blood slid between her fingers as she explored a small gash on her forehead. “I’m okay love, it’s just a little cut. We need to get out of the vehicle. See if you can move.”
“I can’t, Mama. There’s a car blocking me from moving. I’m stuck.” The panic in her daughter’s voice sent shivers of dread down her spine. They were surrounded by vehicles, crunched in from all sides.
Mia froze, paralyzed by fear. Blood trickled down her face. Her vision was hazed in one eye. Think. You have to stay awake to get Ash out safely. Unbuckling her safety belt, she looked around for something to break the windows with.
“My softball bat is in the trunk, isn’t it?” Her daughter calmed enough to help.
“No baby, we took it out to make room other things a few days ago.” She sucked back a moan of pain while maneuvering into the second row behind her daughter and worked on reclining the seat back. Red lights and the welcoming sound of help arriving eased her fears a little as she continued to work to get her daughter free. Mia leveled the seat out and hefted Ashland by her hips into the second row. When she looked up, flames licked along the windshield. All of the sudden they were stuck in a ticking bomb, each second counting against them.
Voices yelled over the sounds of sirens. Acrid fumes seeped into her vehicle. Instinctively, she knew if they didn’t get free, they’d die from toxic inhalation. She became aware of a shadow as it fell over them. “Get this car moved.” The orders were barked from the man’s lips.
“Ma’am, if there is something to cover your heads with, grab it. There are men working on putting out the fire while we get you out. Stay calm.” Mia watched a flood of foam hit her engine. Beside her, firemen worked to pull the vehicle out of the way. There wasn’t time.
Mia snapped to at the commanding tone in his voice. She found her wool pea coat and placed it over their heads.
“Mama, what’s happening?” The SUV jostled as the car stuck to their door was yanked free. The uniformed man signaled for her attention.
“The firemen are putting out a fire in our engine and they’re going to break the window. I know you’re scared and hurt. Just breathe baby, they’re here to help us and will do everything in their power to get us out.” Deep down, she believed the words with her whole heart. She fought to keep positive, though tears coursed down her cheeks and pain threatened to drag her into the abyss of unconsciousness.
“Mom. Mom. Wake up. Mom, can you hear me. Hurry. Please, my mom isn’t answering me.” The distant sound of glass exploding met her ears. Sound slowed as her eyes drooped, too heavy to keep open. “Take her first.” In her mind her words resounded crystal clear.
“My daughter. Get her out.”
“Ma’am, breathe, that’s a girl, now save your strength. We have you both. They’re sliding your daughter out on a board now. She’s free. Backboard two in. I got you now. Lift her easy.” Strong hands hoisted her out of the back section of her smoldering vehicle.
“Whitier here, has some oxygen for you. Armstrong has your baby. She’s a little beat up but okay. Breathe as Whiter places on the mask.”
“Thank you.” Blurred vision kept Mia from making anything but his helmet out. She grasped the hand he held offered. Darkness descended, sucking her into its undertow.
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Camilla’s deal breakers make finding a man to fit her wants, needs, and desires darn near impossible. For years she’s been primped and primed to be the perfect political daughter, when all she really wants to do is let loose without her world collapsing. When a friend sends her Madam Eve’s way, she grabs the opportunity to explore without being outed to the conservative watchdogs.
Jonah Black’s career is heading for a change. His friends have dubbed him married to the military, and he can’t deny that his focus has been off center. While they enjoy the pleasures of life and wives, he has nothing to come home to. When offered the chance for a 1NS, he signs up, unprepared for the exotic woman whose sweet exterior masks enticing sexuality.
Sensory deprivation and the natural freedom of anonymity launch unexpected sexual desires. Madame Eve’s only request–Enjoy the sweetness of life and let the chips fall where they may–leaves this couple eager for an eye-opening experience that breaks all the rules.
You can find Mahalia on her website: http://mahalia2010.wordpress.com/
On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mahalia-Levey/181772235219013