Welcome to Dawn’s Reading Nook,
Amylea Lyn. Please let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink and make yourself
at home. Comfortable? Great…now let’s get down to business.
Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you interested in
writing? Who are your publisher(s)?
Well, my name is Amylea Lyn, and I’m
from the West Coast. I have always been an avid reader, and writing just seems
to come naturally to me. I love telling stories, and as writer, I get to do
that all the time now. Honestly, I really can’t imagine myself doing anything
else. LOL. I’ve been publishing my books for just over three years not, and my
publishers are Silver Publishing, Torquere Press, and Dreamspinner Press.
Q: What do you consider
to be the key elements of a great story?
There are so many elements that a good story must
entail. Having likable characters is a big one. Making them well rounded and
personable is important; I always want my readers to feel like one of my
characters could literally walk off the page. He might be the man who just
moved next door, or he’d the man who smiled at you while getting coffee this
morning. And if you hear an animal howling late one night, maybe… just maybe…
it’s a shifter pining for his mate.
I also this keeping the blow of the
story moving is also something authors need to focus on. Keep the action
moving, don’t get bogged down in the details, and you’ll have a story your
readers will love.
Q: Please tell us about your latest release.
What inspired it?
My latest release is titled Love’s Crash Landing
and it’s being released with Silver Publishing. It’s about an alien who crash
lands on earth, and the farmer who finds him. The two have to battle the
government and misunderstandings in order to find the love that is meant to
grow between them.
The truth is, a TV show and the thought of aliens visiting
earth inspired me and I just had to write myself an alien story. LOL.
Thankfully it’s been well received by my readers.
Q: Among your own
books, have you a favorite? A favorite hero or heroine?
My favorite book I’ve written would
have to be Nature of the Beast. It was my first series, and it means a
lot to me.
As for my favorite character, that always has been
and always will be, Jacob Blackthorn. He’s the police detective from my book
Dream a Little Dream. *sigh* He’s my dream man. LOL
Q: Which of your books
has been the easiest to write? The hardest? The most fun?
I’d have to say the easiest book for
me to write would have to be Let’s Get Familiar, my story about a witch
who accidentally turns his cat into a human. It was simple and fun, and I think
I wrote it in just a few weeks.
The hardest book for me to write would
probably be The Beast’s Promise, which is book 2 of my Outside the
City series. This is Owen and Maltok’s story, and there were a few times
when I upset myself so badly that I had to get up and walk away. Plus it was
longer then I’ve written before, so be the end I sort of felt like I’d
exercised a demon or something. LOL
The book that was the most fun for me
to write would have to be Love’s Crash Landing. It was my first blog
story and posting the weekly installments was a blast. I was right there with
the readers, I had no idea what would happen next and I was writing the story!
LOL. It was a lot of fun.
Q: Which comes first,
the story, the characters or the setting?
Hmm. For me, I’d have to say just an idea, and then
the character and story line sort of come along at the same time.
Q: What part of a book
has been the easiest to write? The hardest?
For me, the middle is always the hardest. I know how
the story will begin, and I know how it’s going to end…. It’s just filling in
the middle that causes me issues. I love my outlines... they keep me sane.
Q: What is the
hardest/the easiest part of writing for you?
The easiest part of writing for me would have to be
when I’m actually sitting down and getting to work. The words flow and I have
to pace myself; otherwise I’d do nothing but sit and write all day.
The hardest part of writing for me
would just be finding time to write. I have to schedule my life a lot just to
find the time. But it’s worth it, just to see my book out there and to hear from
readers who like my stuff.
Q: What genres and
authors would we find you reading when taking a break from your own writing?
Breaks? What are
those? LOL. I love paranormal books. I’ll read just about anything involving
shifters, vampires, witches, ghosts, magic, etc. And I’m pretty much open to
any author, as long as they’ve written a good story.
Q: What do you hope
readers take with them, after reading one of your stories? What do you hope
they feel, or learn?
I just want
readers to enjoy my books. I want to give them a break from the craziness of
“real life” and give them a bit of an escape. If I had to pick to thing for
them to learn, it would probably be tolerance for others and to be open to the
unexpected.
You never know
when your own shifter mate will come walking in through the door. *winks*
Q: If you could describe
yourself in three words, what would they be?
Clever, Zany, Shy.
Q: What is the strangest source of writing
inspiration you’ve ever had?
I think the strangest writing inspiration would have to be
an episode of Ancient Aliens on the History channel. That’s what inspired Love’s
Crash Landing. And my cat… she inspired many a animal and characters in my
stories.
Q: So a bit of naughty truth, do you ever do
a little real life research to make your books spicy or do you just have a
great imagination? (If you write erotic stories-please disregard if you don’t)
Well, since I don’t have exactly the right parts, I sort
of have to go with imagination. Although, I’m not afraid to do some *cough
cough* research. And as questions… LOL
Q: If you had to choose one person to have
dinner with, who would it be? And why?
Anyone? That’s a tough question. I’d love to sit down and
chat with my grandmother. She passed away when I was younger and I never really
got the chance to know her. But if we’re talking someone famous, I think I’d
want to have dinner with Paula Deen. She seems like she’d be fun. LOL
Q: What is the most ridiculous thing that
you have thought about doing to any of your characters but never did?
LOL. What haven’t I done to my characters? Poor things are
tortured. I did think about giving one body swap with a woman, but eventually
decided that may be just a little to cruel to the macho man.
Q: Want to tell us
about any projects you are working on?
Well, I’m working on the edits for The
Beast’s Promise, which is due out March 24th. I’m also still
writing Book 3 of Outside the City which will be Sashan’s story. The
edits for book 1 my other series The Brotherhood titled Solid as
Stone are also in the works, so I’ll be a busy girl for a while. LOL
I also just submitted my latest blog story, so hopefully it will have a home
soon and be out for publication before we know it!
Q:
Anything else you want to add?
Nope. I think we
covered everything. Thanks for having me Dawn! It’s always fun when I stop by
to visit.
Blurb for Love’s Crash Landing:
What's a simple farmer to do when an alien crash-lands
in his cornfield? Try to keep the little guy safe from the government, all
while trying not to fall in love with his guest while he's at it. It may not be
as easy as he originally thought.
Gavin Howard lives a simple life on his farm, keeping to
himself and staying under the radar. That is all changed late one night when a
spaceship crash-lands in his cornfield. So what is a simple farmer to do when
he finds an injured alien lying in his back yard? Take it inside and care for
it until it can "phone home," of course.
But Prince Mi'Kel Ta'Rulen is not what Gavin expected.
Beautiful, gentle, and on a mission to save his dying planet, Mi'Kel needs
Gavin's help for more than just his injuries. Can Gavin help Mi'Kel find the
solution to save his people all while keeping the little alien safe from the Earth
governments hunting him?
Gavin finds himself falling in love with the being from
outer space, but can he find it in his heart to let the little alien go when
Mi'Kel's ship is finally fixed? Or will Mi'Kel's secrets drive them apart when
the alien needs his farmer the most?
Excerpt for Love’s Crash Landing:
Gavin Howard jumped out of bed the moment he heard the sound
of the crash.
He'd been sleeping soundly, exhausted after a day of planting crops in the field behind his small farmhouse, when a loud boom shook the house down to its foundation and a blinding flash of light lit up the entire room.
Jerked from a pleasant dream involving two male belly dancers and a lot of whipped cream, Gavin opened his eyes as his befuddled brain struggled to catch up. Glancing at the clock, Gavin groaned when he saw the glowing red numbers read 2:17am. Lights shone from his backyard, just visible through his bedroom bay window. The red and orange flickering moved hypnotically and beautifully. It took a long moment before he realized what he saw.
Was that--? Holy shit, my backyard is on fire!
Before he even realized he had moved, Gavin jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his half-hard cock, not bothering to do up the buttons completely. He grabbed his shotgun and charged down the stairs like a herd of buffalo were after him.
Before he even reached the kitchen and back door that lead outside, Gavin heard his old Blue Heeler, Bo, going wild, barking like a demon-possessed hound. The dog threw itself at the screen door again and again, blocking him from getting to the backyard and only quieting his howls to whimpering and whining when he spotted his beloved owner rushing into the room.
Gavin grabbed a flashlight from below the sink, patting Bo's head as he went by.
"S'okay boy, I got it." He opened the door, then turned back to push Bo back into the house when the mutt tried to slip between his legs. "Stay, Bo. Stay!" he commanded, not wanting to put his dog in danger until the backyard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.
Gavin turned, prepared to face the issue at hand.
And promptly dropped the flashlight he held.
"No way..." he muttered, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn't reconcile what he saw with what his brain knew had to be possible. He looked around. Nope, no cameras or microphones anywhere to be seen. Bo still whined from inside the house. Gavin gave himself a little pinch on the leg with his one free hand and hissed at the sharp, bright pain blossoming on his leg. Well, he wasn't dreaming, which meant what he was seeing had to be real.
The scene before him seemed impossible, unbelievable.
Gavin just stood there, stunned, gun hanging from limp hands, mouth hanging open.
What the hell is going on?
No way could there be a crashed spaceship sitting in the center of his cornfield.
Pulling together his now-tattered courage, Gavin reached down to pick up the fallen flashlight, and then carefully started to approach the smoking wreckage, gun ready to shoot at the smallest sign of movement. Times like this, he was glad his military training gave him enough experience to keep himself safe as he approached a possible danger zone. His eyes were trained on the sky, for what, he didn't know--more ships maybe?
Because as much as he wanted to deny what he was seeing, there was no doubt about it; he was definitely looking at a large silver spaceship.
The ship didn't seem to be much taller than his tractor but definitely appeared wider; at least twenty feet across in an almost disk shape. The smooth sides shone silver, with an iridescent sheen that probably served as camouflage while the ship flew. He'd seen a weak rendition of just that type of thing years before while he'd been on special assignment in the Marines. Although, what he saw back then didn't even begin to compare to the stunning object before him.
The fallen ship gave off a thrumming feel, vibrating deep in his chest with a low hum, almost like when the next door neighbor played a bass guitar in his garage. Gavin could still remember those days from back when he lived on the base. He knew there was sound coming from the amplifiers, but it was too low for him to actually hear. He could feel the static energy and vibration on his skin, but no sound could be heard.
All of the sudden, Gavin realized that what he was seeing might be real. As a kid, he'd always been a comic book fan and loved the old Star Trek TV show. But never in his life could he have imagined something like this.
Hot damn! He had a real live flying saucer in his backyard.
He'd been sleeping soundly, exhausted after a day of planting crops in the field behind his small farmhouse, when a loud boom shook the house down to its foundation and a blinding flash of light lit up the entire room.
Jerked from a pleasant dream involving two male belly dancers and a lot of whipped cream, Gavin opened his eyes as his befuddled brain struggled to catch up. Glancing at the clock, Gavin groaned when he saw the glowing red numbers read 2:17am. Lights shone from his backyard, just visible through his bedroom bay window. The red and orange flickering moved hypnotically and beautifully. It took a long moment before he realized what he saw.
Was that--? Holy shit, my backyard is on fire!
Before he even realized he had moved, Gavin jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his half-hard cock, not bothering to do up the buttons completely. He grabbed his shotgun and charged down the stairs like a herd of buffalo were after him.
Before he even reached the kitchen and back door that lead outside, Gavin heard his old Blue Heeler, Bo, going wild, barking like a demon-possessed hound. The dog threw itself at the screen door again and again, blocking him from getting to the backyard and only quieting his howls to whimpering and whining when he spotted his beloved owner rushing into the room.
Gavin grabbed a flashlight from below the sink, patting Bo's head as he went by.
"S'okay boy, I got it." He opened the door, then turned back to push Bo back into the house when the mutt tried to slip between his legs. "Stay, Bo. Stay!" he commanded, not wanting to put his dog in danger until the backyard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.
Gavin turned, prepared to face the issue at hand.
And promptly dropped the flashlight he held.
"No way..." he muttered, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn't reconcile what he saw with what his brain knew had to be possible. He looked around. Nope, no cameras or microphones anywhere to be seen. Bo still whined from inside the house. Gavin gave himself a little pinch on the leg with his one free hand and hissed at the sharp, bright pain blossoming on his leg. Well, he wasn't dreaming, which meant what he was seeing had to be real.
The scene before him seemed impossible, unbelievable.
Gavin just stood there, stunned, gun hanging from limp hands, mouth hanging open.
What the hell is going on?
No way could there be a crashed spaceship sitting in the center of his cornfield.
Pulling together his now-tattered courage, Gavin reached down to pick up the fallen flashlight, and then carefully started to approach the smoking wreckage, gun ready to shoot at the smallest sign of movement. Times like this, he was glad his military training gave him enough experience to keep himself safe as he approached a possible danger zone. His eyes were trained on the sky, for what, he didn't know--more ships maybe?
Because as much as he wanted to deny what he was seeing, there was no doubt about it; he was definitely looking at a large silver spaceship.
The ship didn't seem to be much taller than his tractor but definitely appeared wider; at least twenty feet across in an almost disk shape. The smooth sides shone silver, with an iridescent sheen that probably served as camouflage while the ship flew. He'd seen a weak rendition of just that type of thing years before while he'd been on special assignment in the Marines. Although, what he saw back then didn't even begin to compare to the stunning object before him.
The fallen ship gave off a thrumming feel, vibrating deep in his chest with a low hum, almost like when the next door neighbor played a bass guitar in his garage. Gavin could still remember those days from back when he lived on the base. He knew there was sound coming from the amplifiers, but it was too low for him to actually hear. He could feel the static energy and vibration on his skin, but no sound could be heard.
All of the sudden, Gavin realized that what he was seeing might be real. As a kid, he'd always been a comic book fan and loved the old Star Trek TV show. But never in his life could he have imagined something like this.
Hot damn! He had a real live flying saucer in his backyard.
Buy link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/love-s-crash-landing-ebook-p-763
Author Links:
Amylea’s web site- www.amylealyn.webs.com
Amylea’s Blog- www.amylealynromance.blogspot.com
1 comment:
Would love to do a review for LOVE'S CRASH LANDING on my blog:
http://randysbookbagreviews.blogspot.com/2012/02/opening-statement.html
Randy Wiggins
rwig43@yahoo.com
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