Bewitching
Book Tours
Interview
at Immortality & Beyond
Welcome
to IAB. I'm so glad you could stop in today to chat. May I offer you
a beverage?
RB:
Witches brew sounds intriguing. I’ll have one of those, please.
Now
that we are settled in, let's get to know you better.
BK:
Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.
RB:
I see the pine tree in my neighbor’s front yard. At least I think
it’s a pine tree. It’s an evergreen of some sort.
BK:
Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything
in its place?
RB:
I like to think of it as organized chaos. I have stacks of papers and
junk mail, but I know where everything is.
BK:
What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need
to write?
RB:
Coffee is essential to life. I usually write on my laptop (it’s
pink!), because my handwriting is not so legible.
BK:
Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background
noise?
RB:
I need to have noise in order to work. Music is helpful as long as it
doesn’t have lyrics (I have a film score Pandora channel for this
reason). Usually I write with the TV on and a show in the background.
I’ve written a few books to episodes of Ghost
Hunters.
BK:
Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.
RB:
Emily Black, her husband Michael, and his mentor Simon St. Jerome
first appeared as vampires in my book Blood,
Smoke and Mirrors.
They completely stole every scene they were in. I wanted to go back
and tell the story of how Michael and Emily fell in love and became
vampires, and The
Importance of Being Emily
and Poison
in the Blood
were born. (Both books are included in the print edition of Poison
in the Blood,
so it’s two books in one.)
BK:
As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through
stumble blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character
trying to fight you, how do you correct it?
RB:
I skip it and come back to it later. I leave a placeholder for the
problem scene in brackets, like [fight scene here]. If a character is
being difficult I try to stop and figure out what their
Goal/Motivation/Conflict is. Once I know what they want and why it’s
easier to figure out how to give it to them (or take it away if I’m
being mean).
BK:
Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your
book...
RB:
Light Amplification by the Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Oh wait,
that’s laser, isn’t it?
BK:
How did your writing journey begin?
RB:
My path to publication began with the 2006 National Novel Writing
Month. It was my first attempt since high school to write
novel-length fiction, and it eventually became Blood,
Smoke and Mirrors.
Poison
in the Blood
was my 2011 NaNoWriMo novel. I’m a big NaNo fan, and I try to
participate every year.
BK:
Using the letters from the word, Summer, how would friends and family
describe you?
RB:
Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Oh wait, that’s S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t it?
BK:
What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got
published or not?
RB:
I have a post-zombie-apocalypse erotic F/F/M ménage romance called
Bite Me
coming out in March 2015. It has vampires, werewolves, demons,
zombies, and gratuitous violence against helicopters.
BK:
Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most
surprised to know.
RB:
In seventh grade I was second place in an All-American Girl
competition.
BK:
What can we expect from you in the future?
RB:
My second spicy space opera Cy’ren Rising book, Morningstar,
will be out in September. The third book in the trilogy, Sunsinger,
will be out in December.
This
or That...
Coke
or Pepsi? Coffee.
Night
Owl or Early Bird? Night Owl. I don’t do well before the crack of
noon.
Fantasy
or Mystery? Both! A wizard did it!
Pen/Paper
or Computer? Depends on the context. D&D is better with pen,
paper and 20-sided dice.
Pizza
or Burger? Chicago-style deep dish pizza.
Rock
or Country? Rock.
Chocolate
or Vanilla? Swirled, in a waffle cone with sprinkles, please.
Beach
or Mountains? Room service.
Thank
you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been
great getting to know more about you and your book, and hope you will
come back when the next release is out (*hinthint*)
Wishing
you much success!
BK
Walker
Poison
in the Blood
Bad
Witch:
The
Emily Chronicles
Book
2
Robyn
Bachar
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Samhain Publishing
E-book:
June 18, 2013
Print:
June 3, 2014
ISBN:
E-book 978-1-61921-587-0
ISBN:
Print 978-1-61921-916-8
ASIN:
Number
of pages: 272
Word
Count: 55,711
Cover
Artist: Kanaxa
Book
Description:
She
is honey to his throat…but one sweet taste could part them forever…
Banished
from home while her husband adjusts to life as an immortal,
blood-drinking chronicler, Emily Black is homesick, heartsick and
struggling under the constant sensory barrage of a city drenched in
ancient magic. When an old friend asks for her aid in solving a
string of murders, she welcomes the distraction, despite the danger.
Justine
Dubois is grateful for a seer’s help, and more understanding than
anyone of Emily’s plight. As a guardian, Justine commands respect;
as a woman, her magic is considered inferior. Together, they are
determined to prove their worth to London’s magicians, starting
with solving these murders—with maybe a bit of matchmaking on the
side.
Long
before he met his soul mate, Michael Black made a commitment to join
the Order of St. Jerome. He will live forever, forced to watch the
woman he loves age and die. As Emily hunts the murderer, Michael
struggles to protect her. But if he loses control of his hunger, the
greatest threat to her safety could be Michael himself.
Warning:
Contains tortured soul mates, scheming faeries, vampire debauchery,
deadly parasols, illicit blood-drinker relations, and adorable plot
moppets.
Readers
can receive 30%
off the ebook of Poison in the Blood
from the Samhain
Store
by using the coupon code POISON14
at checkout.
Excerpt:
Normally stepping into a garden would soothe me, but we were still
within London, where there was no comfort whatsoever. I looked up at
the night sky and wished I were with Michael.
“You have the soul of an artist, Miss Rose. It is a rare gift.”
Mr. Paris stroked my hand, and I tugged it free of his arm. I folded
both hands before me primly and smiled.
“Again, that is very kind of you.”
“I consider myself a patron of the arts.”
“So you attend gatherings such as this often?” I asked.
“Of course. I am always on the lookout for new talent.”
“I see. Did you know Mrs. Harding?” I tried to examine his aura
to determine his reaction, but his magic continued to be so
overwhelming that my eyes watered. Mr. Paris must be unspeakably
powerful, and I found myself both worried and intrigued. Perhaps he
was a sorcerer? One who specialized in darkness?
“I did. Poor girl. What a terrible thing to have happened to her
and her family… Tell me, are you working on a second collection of
your work?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.
“I am, though I am afraid the subject matter is quite a bit
darker.”
Mr. Paris smiled a predatory grin, and my pulse leapt with a thrill
of fear. “I am not afraid of the dark, Miss Rose. Are you?”
He stepped closer, but I held my ground, studying him with a curious
tilt to my head. “What are you?” I asked.
He blinked, startled. “I beg your pardon?”
“What sort of magic do you practice?” I clarified.
“Oh. I am a librarian, of course,” he replied, and I laughed,
unable to help myself. “What’s so funny?”
“You are most certainly not a librarian. Do people truly believe
that lie?”
The smile slid from Mr. Paris’s face as his expression hardened. He
stepped forward and tried to grab my arm, but Miss Dubois was
suddenly between us, a shining silver blur. With a snarl he turned
and ran, and the guardian chased him out of the garden and into the
street.
Uncertain of what to do, I followed. I stood hesitant at the garden
gate, wondering which way they went. My vision shifted, and I
followed Miss Dubois’s blazing footsteps. I paused next to a blur
traced over the high brick wall of another garden. It was another
magical doorway, rather like the one I had discovered near Mrs.
Harding’s body outside the Undiscovered Country. Foolishly I raised
my hand to touch it, despite knowing full well that doing so could
trigger another vision, but a hand emerged from the brick wall and
grabbed my wrist.
Overwhelmed with shock, I barely managed a strangled gasp as Mr.
Paris stepped through the wall and glared down at me. “Who are
you?” he demanded.
“You first.” My voice trembled, and Mr. Paris grinned. He
tightened his grip and snapped several small bones in my wrist, and I
screamed.
“Who are you?” he repeated.
Something bubbled up within me, a bright plume of prophetic magic
that became my answer. “I am your end.” That time my voice did
not tremble at all, but was filled with terrible certainty. I would
cause Mr. Paris’s death, and I knew it with as much confidence as I
knew the sun would rise in the morning.
Something in my gaze must have worried him, because he snarled.
Scowling, he grabbed my forearm with both hands and twisted. The bone
snapped like dry kindling, and I screamed again. Before he could
torment me further Miss Dubois arrived and bashed him with a round
silver shield. Mr. Paris vanished into thin air, and the guardian
stood near me. One arm bore the shield, while in her other hand she
held a sword. How cunning of her. I wanted a sword as well.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
My knees wobbled and began to buckle, but then two dark blurs
streaked up to us, and I was suddenly swept from my feet and cradled
close in Michael’s arms.
“Darling! What happened?” he asked.
“You caught me.” I blinked—however had he moved that fast?
Simon sighed and shook his head at his student, and I sensed that
Michael and I were both in for a scolding.
“Of course I did. I will always catch you. Are you all right?”
About
the Author:
Robyn
Bachar was born and raised in Berwyn, Illinois, and loves all things
related to Chicago, from the Cubs to the pizza. It seemed only
natural to combine it with her love of fantasy, and tell stories of
witches and vampires in the Chicagoland area. As a gamer, Robyn has
spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors and
slaying creatures in MMPORGs.
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