Saturday, December 29, 2012

Stone Heart

Author Carol Phipps has hijacked my blogs on Saturdays for a quite a while, to tell you a little bit about herself, her work and her writing partner. So dress comfy, get a drink and stop on by every Saturday.


Today’s Feature...Stone Heart



A little bit about the story


A great evil awakens to shatter Niarg's peaceful world.

 In her remote island keep off the shores of Head, the fearsome sorceress Demonica at last learns from her unfaithful husband Yann-Ber the whereabouts of the long lost Staff of Power. He crawls before her to tell her that it has turned up in the hands of her granddaughter Spitemorta, the new queen of Goll, hoping to buy his release from her horrid curse of boils. She is ecstatic about the Staff, but will never forgive his faithlessness. He will be released, all right. He will get to die in one year, after the most excruciating boils yet to come.

 Demonica leaves for Goll at once. She arranges an accident for the nanny of Spitemorta's son, becomes the new nanny herself and offers to teach Spitemorta how to develop her considerable powers. Spitemorta accepts at once, thereby uniting the two most dangerous sorceresses of the age, determined to conquer the world. Their first step is to find the First Wizard's Stone Heart which would make the Staff the most powerful tool of all time.


A little bit from the story


          

Excerpt from Stone Heart


Chapter 1

 
            "They're in the trees, aren't they?" said Queen Spitemorta, straining to see aloft as she drew her raven-black unicorn to a stop. "Easy, Nightshade." She patted his withers and stroked his silver mane.

             "Yes, that's supposed to be their habit, all right," said the older woman, on a brindled grey unicorn in the deer path behind her. She lowered the hood of her cloak and looked about overhead before giving a shrug. "So?"

             "So I don't like them watching us. I still say we should've used a traveling spell to come here. We'd be spending our morning back in Goll instead of here in the Chokewoods being spied on by cannibals."

            "You're as skittish as Nightshade, there," said the elder with a calmness that Spitemorta found nettling. "I don't understand why you people up here waste your patience on cyflymder unicorns. Roudennegs like Gwenole, here, are as steady as the rock my keep is built on. I'm right glad you managed to find her for me. Now listen: I wouldn't worry so much if I were you. You look altogether like your mother did when she first arrived here, so I can't imagine the dorchadas being anything short of terrified by you. Besides, malicious parties can make good allies. You never know when they might be useful."

            "I am indeed out here in this place on the strength of what you've said, Demonica. But there are times when I can see that I'm being advised by my son's nanny. You seem to forget that I'm queen and that I have this..." she said, suddenly drawing forth the staff from across the tops of her panniers and shooting out a lavender flame from the end of it, sending a dorchadas plummeting to the ground in a ball of flame. The dorchadas kicked a time or two before the flame went out. 

             Spitemorta rode forward and prodded his crumbling cinder with the staff. "This is my forest! I am queen!" she called out, addressing the huts and the dangling skulls in the treetops. "Many of you must fancy yourselves brave. So if anyone amongst you wishes to contest this, come forth!"

            The forest canopy was quite silent as scores of obsidian eyes stared out from the late summer leaves with indigo-black cat faces bearing lemon-yellow manes. "Good!" cried Spitemorta. "Then you'll come to my service at my bidding, knowing that you will die if you refuse!" Joy surged through her. She could see their helplessness. She rode forward, head held high.

             They rode in silence along the deer path under the twisted boughs of the choke oaks until they seemed well beyond the outlying grounds of the dorchadas. "Well done, dear. Everyone was quite impressed," said Demonica at last, "but it was unwise for you to leave your back open to attack."

             "Oh come now, Grandmother," she said, wheeling 'round to ride alongside her. "Just as you said, those heathens were terrified. They thought Ugleeuh had risen right up out of the Pit and returned to reclaim her perverted realm."

            "No doubt. But the dog most likely to bite you from behind is the one who's too afraid to come at you head-on."

             "You forget that I've been queen of two realms for better than five years. I've had no problems. What have you done to learn to command others besides be a governess?"

            "Not much. I've only been the most powerful sorceress in the world for something just short of three centuries..."

             "Well, as I said before,'' said Spitemorta, interrupting to hide her faltering aplomb, "a traveling spell would have saved us from all this...this inconvenience."

            "You chose to ride the high-strung cyflymder, dear. As for traveling spells, those are another problem altogether. It seems that when my daughter gave you the staff, she must have led you to believe that they are appropriate for any sort of traveling."

            "She didn't give me the staff..."

            "How'd you come by it?"

            "...I took it."

            "Well. That's my granddaughter," said Demonica, stopping Gwenole in the path and leaning aside to look squarely into Spitemorta's face. "By that, I gather that she showed you nothing at all about traveling spells, aye?"

             "Yes she did. How else would I know how to cast them? Ugleeuh showed me weeks before I ever got my hands on the staff."

         Demonica's eyes shot open at this. "So, she was obviously with you when you first used a spell..."

             "Well, sure..."

            "And that, of course, was the only time you traveled before you got your hands on the staff..."

            "Oh, no. I used a spell to go from Castle Goll to find her at her candied cottage, here in the Chokewoods. She wasn't there, so I used another spell to travel from the cottage to where she was on the beach with Gastro."

            Demonica dropped a rein. An apoplectic look came and went on her face. The unicorns sauntered on, side by side, erratically trading turns walking in the narrow path.

            "Well?" said Spitemorta. "Weren't you asking me something?"

             "I was about to say," said Demonica, snapping to as if jostled out of a dream, "that even the most powerful and experienced use that mode of transportation only with the
greatest care and restraint."

            "Pooh, Demonica. I've been using dear Mother's traveling spells for the past five years and have never had a problem. Perhaps you're not quite the sorceress you claim to be if you've had problems."

             Suddenly, Spitemorta found herself trapped in the hollow trunk of an enormous choke oak. She could not move her arms or her legs. She could move her head around easily and she could see out through a hole in the trunk well enough to peer down the 
outside of the tree to see one of her legs sticking out through another hole below. 
 
        Demonica and the two unicorns were nowhere to be seen. She drew a breath to cry out to her grandmother only to give a wail of terror at the sight of the ground below as it became
a swarming vermilion carpet of hundreds upon hundreds of smallies, surging forth to close around her tree. Now she could see their indigo eyes full of hunger. Hair rose on her neck and forearms. "They really do look like wee devils," she gasped. "But how can they have mouths so very full of teeth? No wonder they eat their pray alive in moments." Her heart hammered in her ears and pounded in her chest as the nearest smallie ran up to her deerskin riding boot. "Where are you, Demonica?" she screamed. "Demonica! I'm sorry!"



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Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Burgeoning

Author Carol Phipps has hijacked my blogs on Saturdays for a quite a while, to tell you a little bit about herself, her work and her writing partner. So dress comfy, get a drink and stop on by every Saturday.


Today’s Feature The Burgeoning


A little bit about the story
      
With both the Great Staff of Power and the Stone Heart in their hands at last, it seems that nothing can stop Demonica and Queen Spitemorta from crushing Niarg and conquering the entire world. King Hebraun of Niarg is dead and not a single Elf is left alive in the Jutwoods.

Spitemorta's husband, King James, tries to ride out of Castle Goll with her Great Staff of Power, but is tortured by Demonica and her and locked away to die in the fleas and fetid straw of the dungeon. He manages to escape across the Great Barrier Mountains, just as the army and people of Niarg are sent out into the countryside by Queen Minuet and Wizard Razzmorten, who flee to the Pitmaster's Kettles in time for Spitemorta and Demonica to effortlessly destroy Castle Niarg. Is this the end of everything?
A little bit from the story

The full moon, hard and white, lit the stark countryside of Gollmoor from within its icy ring high in the south, as the silhouettes of two hags astride a stick sank behind the naked twigs of a spreading burr oak. The frozen grass crushed flat under their feet as they stepped off their staff, breathing out frosty plumes of moonlit breath as they stiffly found their balance. Screech owls hither and yon shivered and wailed. Far away, dogs barked.
            "Well there's Castle Goll, yonder."

            "Yea. A right good piece to walk, Grandmother. It's frigid out. And we should've been here a month ago."

            "You know good and well that had you not overseen the trolls mourning as Great Goddess Fnadi-yaphn, we'd 'ave had an uprising on our hands, Spitemorta, particularly since they died following you. Good thing I only let you have two hundred of 'em..."
            "Yea? Well, it still wasted nearly a month," she said as she glanced up at the moon with a shudder from between her clouds of breath. "I miss Abaddon..."

            "You're quite something," said Demonica as she gathered her shawl under her chin with her gnarled hand and looked all about her, "I've been going to great lengths to cooperate with your whims, dear. You wanted to fly the Staff to avoid being bounced
around in your condition, and that meant not being recognized, so we landed out here, and I haven't seen a soul, have you?"

            "No, but it's a long way to walk in the freezing cold, crippled up with your glamouries," said Spitemorta as she steadied herself with the Staff. "We not only look like dried up old hags, we move like them. You expect me to stumble along as a hunchback for a good half mile, keeping my balance with this belly? Look, we're off the Staff now, so why can't we change back? Who has ever seen a pregnant dowager?

           Wouldn't that attract unwanted attention?" Demonica threw back her head with a volley of laughter, puffing out clouds of breath like a tea kettle as she braced herself on her knees. "Very well," she said as she rubbed her eyes and sobered, "I'll change you back as soon as we cut across that frozen pond, yonder..."

            "You're wanting to see me fall."

            "Hey, that would be fun! It's not like you don't deserve it, or anything," she said, erupting with laughter all over again. Her laughter stopped at once as she turned without warning and put her hands on Spitemorta's belly. "There ye be. You're back. All lovely,
except for that oversized belly you're haulin' around. Are you sure you want that handsome man of yours to see you so out of shape?"

            "I'm not out of shape. I'm pregnant."

            "Yeap. And twins will stretch you out of shape, right smart, Rouanez Pouezus," said Demonica as her shawl slid back to reveal her resumed beauty.

            "What?"

            "You mean you need me to tell you? Why else would you be this huge this soon?

             Just be happy it's not from overindulging."





            "Of course I've not been overindulging, Grandmother. Now, do you mind if we just go? It's the middle of the night, and I could be enjoying a wonderfully warm bath by now."
            "Can you handle the pond, dear? It would be far quicker," said Demonica as she stepped through the cattails, holding out her arms to keep her balance as she lunged forth into a tentative slide across the ice.

            Well across the pond, the outer curtain of Castle Goll rose up before them, just beyond the frozen moat. "Hey, cwn hithau!" hollered out the guard from above the portcullis as he stifled a yawn. "Know what time it is? It's time to get out o' here and come back in the morning!"

            "No!" barked Spitemorta as her voice rang out in echoes along the wall. "It's time for you to recognize your queen and let her in while she still allows you to live, fool!"

            The guard immediately leant out from the embrasure and began wailing out a frantic apology.

            "What kind of death are you begging for?" she shouted. "I want in now!"
           He wheeled aside at once and called out in a squeaking falsetto for the raising of the portcullis.
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Monday, December 17, 2012

New Bay Series

Welcome to Christmas on Keira’s Corner. We will be discussing everything this month from Holiday movies to TV specials and everything in between and there will also have featured books.



A little bit about Keira Corners Featured author –

Nell Dixon is a Black Country author, married to the same man for over twenty-eight years she has three daughters, a tank of tropical fish and a cactus called Spike. Winner of the RNA’s prestigious Romance Prize in 2007 and 2010, she writes warm-hearted contemporary romance for a number of publishers in the US and the UK including Astraea Press, Myrmidon Press, Samhain Publishing, Little Black Dress, E-Scape Press and Freya’s Bower.
A little bit about New Bay: The Complete Series -


Welcome to New Bay where the waves are perfect and the town is quaint. Delve into Nell Dixon's complete New Bay series and meet the people that have made a place in everyone's heart.
Includes: Making Waves, September Song, A Cornish Christmas, Easter Holiday and New Bay Wedding

New Bay: The series Excerpt from book 1 - Making Waves -
One cottage, two unsuspecting occupants, a recipe for romance or disaster?
An outside table stood empty in the far corner near the seawall under the shade of a gaily striped umbrella. Cassidy took a seat and pulled off her hat, dropping it on the table. She ruffled her hair with her hands in an attempt to restore some bounce to her smooth auburn bob.
The pretty blonde waitress was busy taking an order from a group of surfers crowded together on a couple of tables near the outdoor service hatch. Cassidy sat back in the shade to wait her turn.
The male surfers were all wearing black or blue wetsuits, unzippered and rolled down to the waist. Pretty girls in tiny bikinis laughed and chatted as the group placed their orders.
One of the guys with his back toward her seemed strangely familiar. It was something about his stance and the untidy mop of dark brown hair. Cassidy sat up straight, willing him to turn around so she could see his face. Her heart thumped in a mix of fear and anticipation as she watched him chatting to the girls.
The waitress came toward her with a pad and pen in hand. Cassidy ordered a fruit juice, her attention still focused on the man with his back to her. Then, just as the waitress left to take Cassidy’s drink order inside the café, he turned around.
“Cassidy? Cassidy Jones?”
Her heart sank. It looked as if she had been wrong about not meeting anyone who knew her here in New Bay. Of all the people she hadn’t wanted to bump into,
“Hello, Josh, what a surprise to see you.” Josh Parker was definitely one of them.
He crossed the paved area between the tables to come and stand at her table, a bewildered expression on his face. “What brings you here? I thought you and Ethan were supposed to be headed for the Seychelles.” He looked around as if he expected Ethan to suddenly materialize beside her.
Cassidy bit her lip. It looked as if her famously work-obsessed boss hadn’t heard the news.
“I didn’t get married.” She tried not to sound terse. In her head she’d practised how she would tell people and explain to them what had happened. Now, confronted in the last place on earth she had expected to see someone she knew, all her carefully chosen phrases deserted her. “Ethan dumped me.”
Josh looked confused. “So, you’re not married?”
Cassidy clenched her teeth. “No.”
“Oh.”
She did a mental eye-roll. For a supposedly intelligent man who’d built up a thriving dotcom marketing business, Josh could be mystifyingly dense. “Are you here on holiday?” She prayed he’d say no, that he was just a day tripper. He hadn’t taken a holiday to her knowledge for over a year.
“I’m here for three weeks. I’m staying in a friend’s cottage.” He made a vague gesture in the direction of the cliffs.
Cassidy’s heart sank. Not only was he staying in New Bay, but her cottage was on the cliffs overlooking the sea, too.
© Nell Dixon 2010


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Keira

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Interview with Carol Phipps

Interview between Keira Kroft and Carol Marrs Phipps

Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee.

Keira: You have a series just out entitled Heart of the Staff. What is that about?

The Heart of the Staff series is an epic fantasy saga which spans four generations of a wizarding family. Life in the pastoral world of niarg becomes a desperate struggle with evil as liberty, privacy and fundamental human dignity become forbidden.

Keira: What do you wear, to write?
The most comfortable things I can find at the time.

Keira: Is writing your only talent?
No, but writing is what I love.

Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write?
It isn’t easy and sometimes it comes at the expense of other (far less interesting and imaginative) things.

Keira: Why are you a writer?
I write because I have all these ‘people’ and stories running around in my head screaming to get out…

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?
Tolkein

Keira: How many hours a day do you dedicate to writing? 
I’ve no ‘set’ amount, but I certainly spend more hours writing and promoting than I spend doing anything else most days.

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?
No

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?
The best times for me to write are mornings and evenings, when things are quiet.

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?
My pen name is simply made by combining my maiden name and married name so I become Carol Marrs Phipps, rather than Carol Ann Phipps when I write.

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters.
The sorceress Demonica is a very strong and thoroughly evil character who has a driving need for power and control. However, she prefers to orchestrate from the shadows and does so with great deal of finesse and expertise

Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?
If you want to become a published author then write, write, write, and never give up.

Let’s get personal…

Keira: What is your favorite food?
(Real) mashed potatoes with (Real) county gravy

Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure?
Cheesecake

Keira: What is your favorite Smell?
Coffee

Keira: If you could change one your physical feature? Would you? What would it be?   
Yes, I’d be taller

Keira: What is your favorite color?
Red

Keira: What is your favorite day of the week?
Saturday

Keira: What is your favorite favorite animal?
Cat

Keira: Can you tell us a secret?
I am and always shall be a ‘Trekkie’…

 
Keira: Do you have pets?
Yes, I have four cats, an Amazon parrot, two cockatiels and a raven.

Keira: What do you consider a household staple?
Flour…I bake a lot.

Keira: What are you reading?
In Her name: Empire by Michael R. Hicks

Keira: Can you share your blurb with us?
Yes


Good Sister, Bad Sister

 

Minuet Dewin, eldest daughter of the wizard Razzmorten, practically raised her half sister Leeuh, who was abandoned by her mother. For many years, Minuet is Leeuh's passionate champion. As time passes, Leeuh becomes increasingly hard to defend as she grows determined to be awful at every turn. Whilst undoing her dangerous pranks, Minuet finds herself the target of her hatred and jealousy. And when they fall for the same prince, it looks like war.

Suddenly Leeuh vanishes. She returns years later, compliant and sweet as she always should have been. Minuet is stunned. Should she trust her, or will it be the very death of her?  

The Collector Witch

 
Rose's parents couldn't be telling her everything. Frantic to find out if she really is the daughter of an evil sorceress, she makes a rash departure on a quest to the Chokewoods, a forest of horrors which no one in her kingdom dares to enter.

Her journey is beset with challenges. Her brother Lukus accosts her in the stables and blackmails her into traveling with him. Together they evade royal authorities, survive a cyclone, escape from the castle of her betrothed, and discover that trolls, Elves and cyclopses really do exist as do the perilous visions which they struggle with in the Valley of Illusions.

In the Chokewoods, they narrowly survive a horde of flesh eating devils, the fruit of the choke oak and a village of beasts who take them captive. As the beasts prepare to make a feast of them, a hag crashes through the treetops and rescues them, leading them away into a mad forest of her own where she turns them into thralls and taunts them with threats, telling them that they owe her.

Rose and Lukus soon find that life everywhere has become a desperate struggle with an evil seeking to conquer the world as liberty, privacy and fundamental human dignity become forbidden.

 
Stone Heart

 
A great evil awakens to shatter Niarg's peaceful world.

In her remote island keep off the shores of Head, the fearsome sorceress Demonica at last learns from her unfaithful husband Yann-Ber the whereabouts of the long lost Staff of Power. He crawls before her to tell her that it has turned up in the hands of her granddaughter Spitemorta, the new queen of Goll, hoping to buy his release from her horrid curse of boils. She is ecstatic about the Staff, but will never forgive his faithlessness. He will be released, all right. He will get to die in one year, after the most excruciating boils yet to come.

Demonica leaves for Goll at once. She arranges an accident for the nanny of Spitemorta's son, becomes the new nanny herself and offers to teach Spitemorta how to develop her considerable powers. Spitemorta accepts at once, thereby uniting the two most dangerous sorceresses of the age, determined to conquer the world. Their first step is to find the First Wizard's Stone Heart which would make the Staff the most powerful tool of all time.

The Burgeoning


With both the Great Staff of Power and the Stone Heart in their hands at last, it seems that nothing can stop Demonica and Queen Spitemorta from crushing Niarg and conquering the entire world. King Hebraun of Niarg is dead and not a single Elf is left alive in the Jutwoods.

Spitemorta's husband, King James, tries to ride out of Castle Goll with her Great Staff of Power, but is tortured by Demonica and her and locked away to die in the fleas and fetid straw of the dungeon. He manages to escape across the Great Barrier Mountains, just as the army and people of Niarg are sent out into the countryside by Queen Minuet and Wizard Razzmorten, who flee to the Pitmaster's Kettles in time for Spitemorta and Demonica to effortlessly destroy Castle Niarg. Is this the end of everything?

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Friday, December 14, 2012

Screaming Snowflakes

Welcome to Christmas on Keira’s Corner. We will be discussing everything this month from Holiday movies to TV specials and everything in between and I will also have featured books.


Interview between Keira Kroft and Amber
 
Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee. Thank you for the warm welcome. Great to connect with a fellow coffee fiend!

Keira: The second edition of your debut novel was released this week. What is the book about?
It’s a dark tale and the first part of a three book saga. The epitome of darkness falls in love with a mortal and the book charts the progress of the unlikely couple as they bond, fall in love and overcome obstacles in this Gothic romance with a supernatural twist.

Keira: What do you wear, to write? It totally depends what mood I’m in and what scene I’m writing. I know I sound kooky, but if I’m writing a dark chapter, I’ll wear my black skinny jeans and black polo. If I’m writing a fun, romantic bit, I’ll wear a flouncy dress. But I’ll always, always wear my heels (Nine West nude heels and Vivienne Westwood wedges are the usual suspects)!

Keira: Is writing your only talent? I think so! Although I also dabble in PR.

Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write? When I first started writing, I’d arise at 4:45am (HELL for a night owl like me), fit in an hour of writing first thing, go out and do my 9:00am – 5:30pm, return home and resume writing. Now, I juggle like crazy, with a part-time job, freelance writing and everything else in between. I hear people complain all the time that they don’t have the time to write. If you want to do something badly enough, you’ll make time. Simple.

Keira: Why are you a writer? It’s a part of me. I can’t imagine not writing. I write because I love creating something out of nothing. I love giving the characters in my head airspace – this may sound a little odd, but writers out there will probably get what I mean.

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor? Aung San Suu Kyi would be amazing. That lady is astute, intelligent and has the patience of a saint; I could learn a lot from her.

Keira: How many hours a day do you dedicate to writing? It varies from project to project, but at the moment, I write a minimum of three hours each day. I write whenever I have a free moment. That means I always have my trusty notepad and pen to hand. Although I am on the lookout for a tablet, to make writing in transit easier.

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method? I have two main methods; writing in a crowded café and in the quiet solitude of my home. A whole chunk of Screaming Snowflakes was written in various coffee shops (thank you Rhode Island and Starbucks)! The darker parts of the book were written at home. When writing indoors, I sit at my clear desk, have Classic FM playing in the background (or anything by Michael Nyman or Alexandre Desplat) and I’m all set for a solid writing sesh.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best? I’m a night owl and find myself coming alive in the evening. I have been known to write till three / four am, I just love writing at night!

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names? No pen names at the moment, but I’m contemplating using a pen-name if I dabble in different genres. I’m currently co-writing a book with another writer-friend, another YA novel (it’s a genre which I seem to enjoy)! I had an idea earlier this evening inspired by an advert I happened to see on TV, so who knows, I may use a pen-name for that. Watch this space!

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters, please. Raphael is the main male protagonist in Screaming Snowflakes. He is Eleanor’s love interest and has a supernatural secret which is literally out of this world. He’s something of a paradox, because although he is named after an archangel, he is evil at heart, the brooding anti-hero reminiscent of Marlon Brando embodying disaffected youth and rebellion. Raphael has some mind-boggling super-powers and plays a mean game of chess too.

Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer? In this digital age, a literary agent and publishing house are not imperative. I eschewed a publishing contract and decided to self-publish via Amazon. Anyone can do it, if they put their heart and soul into it. Seriously. Just one thing – write, write and write like there’s no tomorrow!

Keira: Did you always know you wanted to be a writer or was there something else you wanted to do as a career? I’ve always been a voracious reader and enjoyed writing since my student days (my degree was in English Literature and Creative Writing). I’ve worked in diverse industries, from fashion, local government and energy, but writing has always been my first love. If I wasn’t a writer, I would probably be doing something else creative, a chef of some sort perhaps?

Keira: Is there one author that you have read every book that they have written? Yes, Agatha Christie. She is my guru. Also, I’m a little bit in love with Hercule Poirot (it’s those little grey cells that do it for me).

Keira: In your opinion what is the best movie adaptation of a book that you've read? The Hunger Games wins hands down.  

Keira: When you are browsing book stores what is the first section you go to?

I work my way from the front to the back of the store, because I like to know what’s going on in different genres. Waterstones is my second home, so I usually head upstairs, grab a take-out coffee and browse the shelves steaming hot latte in hand. And because I write YA fiction, I spend the bulk of time in that section.

Keira: If your book was being made into a movie do you already have actors in mind for each role? I am currently working on the screenplay (I adapted one chapter of the novel into a screenplay which was showcased at The Bolton Octagon Theatre earlier this year). I imagine scenes being played out fluidly in my mind and I’m really enjoying writing for a different medium. I already have actors in mind; Johnny Depp would be exceptional as Lucifer. Depp has that rare quality of being quietly belligerent with edgy cool and I’m writing Lucifer’s role with Depp in mind. Aleesha Dixon would make a stunning Eleanor; the character is eighteen, but I think Aleesha’s youthful good looks would ensure she made the role her own. I’d love for Douglas Booth to play Raphael, but suspect he’s too perfect – does that make sense..? I’m still on the look-out for Raphael, although I envisage a young mean and moody Sean Connery.

Keira: When you're creating characters do you incorporate traits from people you know? I think that’s only natural. When that happens, I’m very careful to change the names of the person who inspired me. The last thing I want to do is cause offence..!

Keira: If you had the chance to have a sit down with any author alive or deceased who would it be and why? It would have to be Richard Branson. I would love to climb into his head and find out what inspires him and why he thinks the way he does. The guy is a total genius.
 
 
Lets get Personal...
 
Keira: What is your favorite food? It depends what mood I’m in, but at the moment, it’s Franca’s Tiger Tomatoes (this beyond gorgeous relish). I’m a sucker for Tampopo’s Green Thai Curry too.

Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure? I’ll sometimes listen to the Spice Girls. Yes, I was a fan back in the day and I’m stoked that the musical will be imminently released.

Keira: What is your favorite Smell? Freshly baked bread is up there. Hermes Eau De Mervailles is my favorite perfume.

Keira: If you could change one your physical feature? Would you? What would it be? I’ve finally made my peace with God with the way I look. I wouldn’t change anything about myself. I’m happy and content! J

Keira: What is your favorite color? Teal. It’s that vibrant mixture of green and petrol blue that I love so much.

Keira: What is your favorite day of the week? It used to be Saturday, but because I now do a lot of freelance work, I don’t usually distinguish between weekends and weekdays. Sorry for the rambling answer, but I’d say I like all days of the week equally! Sorry, is that a boring answer..? J

Keira: What is your favorite animal? I’d love to own a Samoyed one day because they’re such gorgeous creatures. Either that or a tiger cub.

Keira: Do you have pets? I’ve never had a pet, but I will do in the near future. Maybe at the end of 2013..? That gives me a year to get properly used to the idea.

Keira: What do you consider a household staple? Coffee from EightPointNine.com. They’re this really cool online company that provides bespoke coffee. Yes, they send you freshly roasted, totally scrummy coffee. Heaven.

Keira: What are you reading? I’m an ardent book juggler. I’m reading Val McDermid, Shakespeare, Shelly Crane, Richard Branson and Dale Carnegie.

Keira: Can you share your blurb with us? Yes, here it is below:
Swirling alcohol around the glass, Lucifer remained silent for a few moments. He continued with a slick smile, ‘Raphael. You have to tell her about yourself. Once she knows, she won’t want to be near you.’

Fresh from a break-up, the thoughtful and witty Eleanor moves half-way across the country to study at King’s College University in London. Staying in her recently deceased great great grandmother’s house, Eleanor knows there is more to the crumbling property when she discovers a mysterious locked room. A century old tragic secret risks being unearthed by Eleanor, who reluctantly settles into her new surroundings.
Eleanor is the antithesis of the rebellious Raphael, whose damned and tainted soul threatens her very existence. Unseen supernatural forces conspire to keep the lovers apart, yet nothing can harm Eleanor as she remains under Raphael’s protection. As the boundaries of good and evil become blurred and transgression becomes inevitable, this gripping, thought provoking tale will engage all who have ever questioned love and humanity.

With an unprecedented alliance between a human and the epitome of darkness can a pure, forbidden love conquer all?

100,000 words.

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Happy Holidays!
Cheers,
Keira