Nyssa straightened her spine despite the dingy surroundings. “It doesn’t matter where I come from,” she told Mag with a firm tone, “I can easily just walk in this diner and retrieve my sister. You did not need to come.” “I’m the one Vince called.” Mag gently took hold of her elbow, his rich and spicy scent folding over her. “Senora Moreno seems to like you, but Vince and I go a long way.” “Mob.” Nyssa shook her head. “It was written all over him.” “And you disapprove?”
It took me six romance novels to finally write a Scottish hero. I’m married to a Scotsman, you see, and it is sometimes harder to write about the things and people that are closest to you.
Her sister had been offline for six days now. Dread seeped into Nyssa’s bones as again she imagined Cat’s fate. The child could be hidden somewhere in a freezing rundown trailer outside of town. Coerced into drugs, unable to leave.
I sit on a boulder, with sand under my feet. It's cold on the town beach of Langdon, RI in December. The icy wind blows all around me. My full length wool coat and mile-long scarf is not enough to block entirely the frigid air.
But I'm excited. Sorcerer Gabriel Callan, my hero, has agreed to meet with me.
When InD'tale magazine emailed me to say they had chosen the cover of A Vampire's Spell for their weekly cover contest, I was beyond thrilled. All credits goes to my designer, Frauke Spanuth who I have been working with for the entire Black-Oak series.Here are the things I shared with her when I commissioned the work. This is straight from my email to her:
It’s a warm mid-August evening and I sit at a picnic table at the Norwich Haven Marina with Reynolds Stanford right across from me.
Ah, the paranormal. Shifters, vampires, witches, creatures of the night... We love writing about them. We love reading about them. But would we actually want to BE them? I sure wouldn't mind having some magical powers. Would you?
It’s only after I went back over the story of Rey and Saira that I realized how much the 2020 news headlines had crept into my subconscious. There is no doubt that the drowning and feeling of confinement in this story arose from what has happened during the pandemic.
One thing I love about being a writer and to see my ideas come together in a final cover from my story. I am blessed with an amazing cover designer who has conceived every covers from the Black Oak World and each one hit the mark. Each time, I am amazed at how she brings my vision with so little information from me. Here are the three things I told her when I commissioned her this cover:
As I am spending the end of 2020 planning ahead and looking back at my writing career, I can't help but notice how far I have come even with a long writing hiatus of nearly nine years. So much has happened since I sat at the edge of the lake in Burlingame Park in Rhode... Continue Reading →