To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
I'm working on a couple of things, but my main project right now is a cri-fi novella about a killer who only hunts on a public holiday – making it easy to guess when he'll strike, yes, but not where. It's a lot of fun, messing with police officers' heads – if only I could figure out who the killer actually is, that would be wonderfully useful!
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Glee, Twilight and the Spice Girls. None of them are things that you should admit to loving in public, but in private, it's okay. The Spice Girls are bubbly pop, good to write murders to. Glee gives you good ideas and examples for plot and character developments, and Twilight is a wonderful example of "If this is popular, wait until they get hold of my stuff!" that keeps you going through the day.
It's all for the cause, as they say, and I'm sticking to that excuse!
If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say?
Flighty, fidgety, stubborn, lost and committed. When I actually sit down and listen to her, I can churn out books like nothing else. But that hasn't happened since I started working full time two years ago, so you can guess just how annoyed she is with me right now!
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
Seeming as I've admitted to writing cri-fi, it probably won't be so surprising, but… In my day job, I'm a butcher. You know, the kind of person who cuts up a cow so you can have steak. It's a wonderful way of being memorable to readers, and just getting random people into conversations.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I have a long holiday, realise it's the last night of said holiday, sit down to write a story that I won't have time to finish. Thus, the 20+ half-finished books on my hard drive… If only I could muster up that energy during the work week…
Are your characters able to love or do they need to be taught?
Usually it's hard to keep them apart, then when it's time to get together… they want nothing to do with each other. But, perseverance will win out, and they fall in love… At least, until the sequel.
Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?
I have an unpublished trilogy of books that took me three weeks to write (as in, a week per book, from blank screen to 'the end'). Unfortunately, it was only just finished as the Vampire craze was burning itself out, so there's nowhere to really submit it… Until I rework it into an alien story, that is… (cue evil laugh)
Tyrant of Tarsit by Holly Hunt
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The states of Arnhid and Tarsit have been fighting for centuries. Armundi, King of Arnhid has hatched a plan to take over Richard III's kingdom and end this bloodshed once and for all.
The only trouble is the mysterious woman who's fallen into his spy's lap and is taking his role as spy. When Malcolm, Richard III's sorcerer, begins to fall for the girl and aches to reveal what he knows of Arnhid to her, the spy must move quickly, before all their planning comes undone.
But in the ashes of the spy's mission comes a tortured truth… A Dark Hero sparking to life…
Henry looked Malcolm in the eye, anger to anger. “You’ve been corrupted by the witch, Malcolm. You’ve fallen for her charms. But don’t worry, my friend. You’ll be free to help me take down her master and his rag-tag bunch of half-trained barbarians very soon.” He turned his back on Malcolm, focusing on his father. “She’ll be out of your hair and the enchantment will be gone before you know it.”
Malcolm’s insides froze. “What have you done?” he whispered in horror, fists tightening. “If you’ve hurt her, I swear, Henry—”
“Don’t bother making threats, sorcerer. Your witch will be dead by now,” Henry taunted, his cold gaze locking onto Malcolm’s. “Your loyalty is returned to my father, and, by extension, me. So do what you swore to do, and kill the bastards who destroyed my father and seek to destroy his kingdom!”
Malcolm felt his heart stop, ice flooding every molecule of his body. Henry killed Lauren? Impossible, Malcolm was just with her! But he remembered the long and seemingly-endless trip through the castle, and all the time he’d wasted talking to Henry. All the time Henry’s guards could have used to kill Lauren.
No...no, it can’t be...
“You sick bastard...” Malcolm spat at Henry and dodged the guards reaching out to hold him. He made it out the door, the guards on his tail, and ran as fast as he could for his workrooms.
The door was open and he burst in, sliding to a stop when he realized how many experiments he risked breaking by barreling through his workrooms without heed. He made a quick jog for the corner where Lauren slept and stopped dead when he saw the empty bed, left in a mess. Lauren always made the bed when she got out of it.
He looked around for any clue of where she would have gone, but there was none. The clothes she slept in were on the ground, her leathers gone. So she’d had time to get dressed, at least...
“Lauren!” he yelled, even as the guards ran into the room and stopped, watching the multi-colored liquids hostilely. “Lauren! Please tell me you’re here!”
There was no answer.