Welcome to Immortality and Beyond. May I offer you a drink?
Seeing as I’m Wiccan, it’s going to have to be a Witches Brew! Mmm, fizzy.
Wonderful! Great choice. Please make yourself comfortable.
BK: When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
When I was 7. I loved Enid Blyton at the time, and although I had always written short stories and drawn pictures to go with them, that was the age I realized that I could do this when I was a grown up.
BK: Please tell us a little bit about your current release...
It entwines a crime thriller, a paranormal romance and erotica, and a little horror…but it’s also about ‘Shadow People’. These are strange ghost-like entities not a lot of people have written about, and I couldn’t find any books that have Shadow People attached to another creature the way there are in Vigilante of Shadows. It also has a smart young police officer who is kidnapped, a group of shadowy assassins out for blood, and a sexy demon who is a vigilante! Now if all that doesn’t make you want to read the book, I don’t know what to tell you.
BK: What inspired this particular novel/book?
I honestly have no idea. Random ideas pop into my head from nowhere all the time—it comes from thinking too much about things when I see or hear them. So thinking about crime after hearing about it on the news got me to thinking about the ways in which people deal with it…which lead me to vigilantes. I’m not sure how he ended up as an ancient supernatural creature though…perhaps because he would have seen a time without law and order as we have it today. The rest fell into place as I let the characters take the lead.
BK: How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?
I always put my little twist on it. If other people have werewolves or vampires in their stories, I make mine different, give them a different mythology. If someone writes about the same topic, I give it a different spin. I think eventually you will always hit on something that someone has written many years before without realizing it, but you always strive to create something new. The Holy Grail for any writer is the Original Idea.
BK: What was the hardest thing about writing this story?
I think it was making sure the parts with the police officers and crime scenes very exact and as it is in real life. I wanted it to be as realistic as possible, so a few of my friends who work for the police gave me a hand with the language and systems used, to get it as exact as possible.
BK: Which character was your favorite to write for in this story? Why?
Aww, you’re really going to make me pick just one? Okay, okay…if I had to pick just one, it would be Aodhan. I loved created the mind of this poor man, trapped in his own past. I will admit, I’m horrible and love torturing my characters. It makes for a better story. They always get a happy ending, but they have to work for it! Plus I enjoyed creating his life story, and the creation of what he was.
BK: Tell us about the one scene you had the most fun writing…
Definitely the last scenes of the book, where there is a huge battle. I love writing action scenes, as they are one of the most challenging things to write…and I hope I pulled it off! I don’t want to say too much about it though, as it may give some things away.
BK: Will this become a series? If so, what inspired it to be a series? OR If it is a series, what inspired it to become a series?
It is going to be a series! Originally, it wasn’t. But I have two other books out, which go together, but are not a series, they are just a duo. And people kept asking me to do a series with more characters, so in the end I thought it might be good to continue with this one. Plus I have so many more characters that need their stories telling, so it wouldn’t be fair to leave them.
BK: Now for a little fun, and into your everyday life, What is a day in your life like?
Busy. No, I’m kidding, I’m not going to leave it there! But it is very busy. I usually wake up early, and go for a walk to wake me up, as I live in a gorgeous Yorkshire village. Then I’ll have my breakfast, coffee (very necessary for any writer), and open up my laptop. After emails, messages and so on, I get going with whatever work needs doing that day. It can simply be writing, or marketing, and it could also be any number of tasks for my publishing company, Moon Rose Publishing, as I have other authors with work published through it. On top of this, I also design book covers for people. So a lot of work! I’ll work until late on, fitting in dinner somewhere when my partner comes home. Then I relax for a few hours with a few films or comedies, or even possibly the geek in me will come out and I’ll go on the PS3.
So not very exciting, but very exhausting!
BK: What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Relax! I love sports, so I do a lot of swimming and karate, walking, I do (she admits ashamedly) like playing on the PS3 from time to time, and I love films. If I wasn’t writing, I would want to be a film critic, as it’s something I do anyway as I watch them—much to the annoyance of everyone else around me!
After that, I like to fit in meeting up with my friends and having a few G&Ts ;)
BK: What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?
Hmm…I’m not sure how surprised they would be by me! I’m quite a frank person, and possibly a bit eccentric (okay, maybe a lot), so I always come out with random things. Perhaps that I’m an introvert. I’m a very sociable person, and I adore every single one of my friends; and at a party, I will usually be the first one up to dance. But I’m actually a complete introvert, hate talking on the telephone, and occasionally need my space away from everyone just so I can relax and de-stress about things. I think a lot of people think introverts are anti-social, and that’s just not true. We just digest information in a different way to most people, so like to listen over talking a lot, and tend to choose our friends very carefully, rather than having hundreds of them. So I’m the life of the party, but only if I choose to go.
BK: What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author?
I like to read anything and everything, as long as it’s well written. I don’t choose most books on genre or storyline, as I have lots of different books in my collection. But my favourite author of all time is Charles Dickens. Maybe not a cool choice, but his characters and vivid imagery are a massive influence on my own writing.
BK: What is one piece of advice you can give to aspiring writers/authors?
Don’t do it!!! No, I’m only joking. Always do it, if you can’t imagine doing anything else. Lots of people think that writing is a wasted career move, and it will only end in tears. But I listened to those people, and did jobs for years that I hated. It was only when I realized I would never be happy doing anything else BUT writing, that I finally became happy with my life. Now I do it for a living, and every day is wonderful. It goes for anyone who is unhappy with what they do for a living. Life is there to be enjoyed, so if you’re not enjoying it; you need to change it. I think what is so exciting about life is that we always have a chance to change it for whatever we really want.
BK: What are you currently working on?
At the moment I’m working on a short story for an anthology with seven other authors, which will come out next Spring. I can’t give away anything else yet, but keep an eye on Moon Rose Publishing to hear more about it! I’m also writing up the next book in the series, ‘Keeper of Shadows’.
BK: Where can readers connect with you?
Publishing company: www.moonrosepublishing.com
About the Author:
I was born in Guisborough, North Yorkshire in 1987 and have lived in various places around Britain, including Newcastle and Glasgow.
My writing is inspired by various writers, including the vivid characters of Charles Dickens, the imagination of Stephen King, and the gothic imagery of Anne Rice.
My love of horror began at an early age, when I was only three or four. I could read proficiently at the age of three, and devoured fairy-stories, but I always had a bent towards the darker stories, such as the Brother's Grimm's tales...Red Riding Hood was always a firm favourite, although I always felt sorry for the wolf, despite him having tried to eat everyone!
Amazon Author Page:
Vigilante of Shadows
Scarlet Rain Series, Book One
Genre: Paranormal Thriller/Romance
Publisher: Moon Rose Publishing
Number of pages: 267
Word Count: 88,487
Cover Artist: Miranda Stork
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/vYI-jh8Fa48
Aodhan clutched uselessly at his head, groaning. He knew it was useless, because the voice was not inside his head. It followed him, skimming across buildings and land. It had followed him since he was sixteen, and it still followed him today, like a memory too horrific to be forgotten…
Aodhan is a shadow-demon, hardened and cold after years of being alone, after his love, his Entwined, was cruelly taken away from him. He has closed his heart to the world, and now spends his life ridding the world of men like those who took his beloved away, an immortal hit-man…
Arianwen Harris is a young DCI, working for York City Police. When a known criminal is found viciously killed, she finds herself trailing a hit-man who has seemed to escape clutches again and again…but she begins to find herself drawn to his dark charms and roguish good looks…
As their two worlds collide, Aodhan and Arianwen find themselves coming together to escape a far greater enemy, one that threatens to create a world far worse than the one they live in. As they battle to hold back the oncoming forces, fate has another plan; one to draw them together and heal their broken pasts together…
Knocking his drink back, feeling the rich liquid burning his throat, Aodhan wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, and slowly stood up from the vinyl bar stool. He waved his hand to get the attention of the barmaid, but she was far too engrossed in the attentions of her personal Adonis to notice Aodhan. Shrugging, he laid a ten-pound note down on the bar, next to his empty glass.
He turned and walked out of the bar door with long strides, feeling the cool night air on his face. The bouncer outside the doors turned and stared at Aodhan’s six foot frame, no emotion showing on his features. Aodhan returned the cool stare, and then began walking off into the night.
He walked along speedily, his hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. The sounds of the night surrounded him-distant cat song, the steady hum of far-off cars, the soft sound of wind whistling underneath people’s windows. He loved being out at night, not because it was a time when his ‘kind’ were more active, but simply because it was so much quieter than the day. The sounds of people rushing around disappeared, and left a peaceful calm with the soothing darkness.
Of course, there were the voices in his head, but that was another story.
He shrugged his shoulders up, cutting off the wind whistling around his neck. He wasn’t particularly cold, but the noise was annoying when your ears were so sensitive that a pin dropping sounded like a two-ton weight.
Aodhan’s mind went back to the girl from the bar. He hadn’t meant to be so brisk with her, but it was really best that no-one got that close. It really wasn’t his style to be the mysterious, dark, lone ranger, but it was for the best in this case. He had begun to…kill people. People who wouldn’t die if they hadn’t found out about them…
Aodhan was a demon.
A rare demon, as well, a shadow demon. He had been born to a Scottish clan just over eight-hundred years ago, to humans. Contrary to what he saw people believed in the media and books, demons were actually born to humans. There was no line of them, like vampyres or werewolves. They were simply…random.
When he had been born, there were no noticeable signs of what he was. He just looked like any of the other babies born to them, strong and healthy, but definitely human.
As he grew older, he had shown great proficiency with all weapons, learning faster than any of the other boys in the clan, becoming more powerful and stronger than most of them. Even some of the boys older than himself had a hard time keeping up with him. He was never big-headed about it though, simply fitting in with everyone else. However, the clan talked about how the strange-eyed boy was so much quicker and stronger than others twice his age, and whispered about ancient gods coming back to the earth. His looks weren’t too odd for his clan, everyone having black, brown, or auburn hair, but his eyes were odd. All others in his clan had mostly blue eyes, some of them had brown eyes. But he had startling clear green eyes, more like a cat, in the clan’s eyes, than a human.
When he was thirteen, he suddenly began developing strange growths near his temples. After going to see the clan’s wise woman about it, she simply cackled, and whispered, “Those who are given the gift of darkness, should not fear the unknown.” He had shaken off the wise women’s words, telling himself that she had finally gone crazy.
The growths had developed further, until they started to look like small dark horns, about the length of his thumb. They curled close to the curve of his head, smooth with small ridges forming at each stage of their growth. Luckily, Aodhan’s hair grew wild and long, allowing him to cover them up as much as he could.
When he became twenty, he was a well-loved member of his clan. He was kind and helpful to all, and helped to fight off their enemies more times than he could count on both hands. But he was holding a dreadful secret from his family. Since his horns had grown, he had also noticed many other things.
He had begun to...see things. Shadows.
When he was out hunting in the forest near to their home, he would think that he had seen someone moving in the trees behind him, but when he swung around to face them, nothing. Then he would hear a soft chuckle, his name being called on the wind. At night, in his bed as he tried to sleep, he would see black figures running around the walls.
He had tried to tell the wise woman of the village again, thinking them to be spirits sent to drive him mad, or something worse. She simply shook her head at him, and chuckled, rocking herself to and fro. He had got used to them by now, drawing the blanket up over his head so that he couldn’t hear their taunting murmurs....
Aodhan suddenly stopped walking, snapping out of his daydreaming. He was sure he had seen one of...them. Looking all around himself, he scanned the buildings around him with his vivid eyes. The problem with them, was that they could hide anywhere they chose-walls, buildings, floors, anywhere-especially at night.
The red brick buildings around him looked empty, the few alleyways just leading alongside the backs of houses, a few bins scattered about. No-one else was walking near him on the pavement, no sound anywhere.
Just as he was about to turn around and carry on walking, pulling his jacket up again, when he heard something behind him. Something whispery and cold.