So tell us about your latest or upcoming release. What is this gem
about?
Heart and Souls is about a church detective in the soul theft division
chasing down a con man while trying to ignore just how hot her new reaper
partner is.
How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?
Not often. I usually have to sit down and place myself in the moment to
begin work but occasionally I'll get idea like a smack in the face I need to
focus on.
If you could be any paranormal creature what would you be?
That's a toughy. Maybe a Valkyrie. They are pretty fierce
What do you do when you’re not writing?
Read, hang out with my baby girl, and fix typewriters.
Are any of your characters like you?
I wrote a character like me, she's Maggie in Legend's Fall.
Do you have a favorite quote from any of your book(s)?
I do not...after I write them I try not to read them again as I am
always growing as a writer and I fear I'll be unhappy with that release
project. I do have a couple quotes in my April release I like but I'm not going
to share them just yet ;)
If a movie or TV production company chose to produce your books into a
series of shows or movies, who would your ideal cast be?
If they cast Heart and Souls for a TV show wow. Hm...I'd cast a couple:
Constance-Demi Lovato
Mikon-Ben Wishaw
Father Reynolds-Gary Oldman
The Soul Program Book One
Paranormal
Breathless Press
Available at Publisher
Heart and Souls follows church
detective Constance Grace as she hunts a con man stealing women’s souls.
In
the late 21st century, scientists created a serum that gave every person nine lives,
also known as souls. Flush with expendable life, Earth collapsed into war and
anarchy, leaving the Catholic Church to step in and take control. In a world
where the stealing of souls is big business, it takes people like Constance
Grace, detective in the Soul Theft Division, to hunt the criminals down and
strip them of their remaining souls.
When
social-climbing con man, Noah Hannock, plunks himself on the church’s radar, he
becomes Constance’s problem. With a brand new partner, Mikon Cross and seven of
her nine given souls remaining, Connie has to enter high society under a too-familiar
alias to tempt Noah into her web.
While the chemistry between Connie and Mikon is
scorching hot, the reality is they don’t trust each other. Each with their own
secrets to protect, the hunt for Noah Hannock threatens them both. The only way
they can survive is if they learn to lay themselves—heart and souls—on the line
for each other.
Excerpt:
He
watched as she pulled her unruly mane up into a messy bun on top of her head.
Every time he saw her do it, he couldn't help but think it was a move
specifically designed by women to turn men on. The pale skin of her delicate
neck was now on full display, as were her toned shoulders and biceps. Usually
he liked his women soft, and while Connie did have softness here and there,
mostly she was made up of backbone, hard-toned muscles, and coffee.
"Stop
being a creeper," she said, breaking the spell.
He
looked up. She was giving him a pointed look with an eyebrow arched. Somehow he
had forgotten himself and sat staring at her. Will this night never end?
"Sorry,
I was zoning out," he said.
"Yeah,
on my tits."
"Really,
I wasn't staring at them. I was just thinking."
"Uh-huh."
There
was no talking to her. He climbed up and went to his own bed. She was right,
but he wasn't going to admit it. He'd have to hear about it for the next year
otherwise. "How are you feeling?" he asked after a few moments of
silence.
"Still
a little messed up from the drug, but, not terrible," she said.
"That's
good." He could tell she wasn't saying it all though. She sat on top of
her comforter, shoulders slumped, as she rocked ever so slightly back and
forth. There was no way he could let her
stay like that all night. If she was to be tortured then he could at least bear
some of the burden.
He got
up and walked over to her, moved behind her on the bed, and circled his arms
around her upper body. She didn't move, didn't even breath, for a few seconds.
It was a huge relief when she sagged into him, allowing him to hug her more
comfortably.
The
intensity with which his heart leapt and battered against his ribcage was
astounding. If heaven and hell could merge it would live in such a moment. Her
scent engulfed him, consumed him, and made him think of all the things he knew
he shouldn't. It was a shock when he realized she was guarding her thoughts to
him. Not effectively, but she was making an attempt to ease his discomfort.
"Here,"
he said, shifting his legs open so she could lean back into him and stretch out
as well.
Such
an unlikely pair they made. Only having met a month ago and now here they were
in a gilded hotel room, holding each other gently. He would never have imagined
a moment like this between them when they first met. Father Reynolds wouldn't
have either.
Constance
turned to face him, and he watched helplessly as she slipped her tongue out and
wet her lips.
"I'm
going to kiss you, Mikon, unless you stop me," she whispered, only inches
away from his mouth.
Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who
believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in
Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in
her home by the river. In reality she chases around a toddler and writes when
she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects
tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from
publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web
at www.monicacorwin.com
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