To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are
working on or have coming out?
- My
latest release is Carlyle's Crossing from Total-E-Bound, a paranormal m/m
mystery romance set in contemporary Vermont
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
- LOL!
Um, yes, a few - mainly wine and dark chocolate [as long as it's 85% plus cocoa
content]. Despite being a Type 2 Diabetic, I'm allowed both in small amounts.
If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you
think they would say?
- Obsessive writer, too easily distracted.
What is coming up from you in 2013? Anything you want to tease us
with?
- Melusine's
Cats. This is a paranormal series set in North Devon , centering on the water
entity, Melusine, and her agents who take on a feline form. They interfere in
the lives of the people who live along her river. The first is titled
Greymalkin.
When you begin your stories, do you go
with the flow, or go with an outline?
- A bit of both. Usually it starts off as a scene
or a snatch of conversation in my head, then I have to work out the who and the
why. I rough out a plot arc, but more often than not, it will veer off into
uncharted territory.
Is it hard coming up with titles or
characters names?
- No, not usually. I'm very careful with both, but
especially names. They and their meanings are important. I like to get the
title set as soon as possible - it helps to ground the story in my head, and I
don't feel settled into the story until I have a title that feels right to me.
Is there any books coming that you are
itching to read (either electronic or print)from your favorite authors?
- The latest in CJ Cherryh's Foreigner series - She
is possibly my all-time favorite author in the SF and Fantasy fields. And the
next Dresden
CARLYLE'S CROSSING
Genre: m/m contemporary paranormal romance
BUY LINK - http://bit.ly/16osuqM
Jubal must face a primordial evil with only an ancient flint
knife, two ancestral spirits and Sal at his side. If he fails, more than lives
are lost.
Jubal is the last Carlyle, and lives near Seattle, far away from his
Abenaki ancestors. A letter from a lawyer draws him and his best friend, Sal,
to Vermont and the town of Whitewater. Soon they are right in the middle of the
old conflict that drove Jubal's parents away just before his birth.
Whitewater is suffering and not just from the economic downturn. Unleashed by one man's obsession to call back the spirit of his dead wife, and by the well-meaning but flawed actions of another, dark forces are bringing depression and hopelessness.
Jubal's father had neither the talent nor the wish to attempt the task of driving back the incursion, but Jubal knows he has to try. He must find a way to reverse the process before the malaise spreads. But he has no knowledge, no training, just instinct - and Sal. Always Sal, who is rapidly becoming far more than a friend with benefits. The dangers they face are insidious, and more than their lives and sanity are at risk.
Whitewater is suffering and not just from the economic downturn. Unleashed by one man's obsession to call back the spirit of his dead wife, and by the well-meaning but flawed actions of another, dark forces are bringing depression and hopelessness.
Jubal's father had neither the talent nor the wish to attempt the task of driving back the incursion, but Jubal knows he has to try. He must find a way to reverse the process before the malaise spreads. But he has no knowledge, no training, just instinct - and Sal. Always Sal, who is rapidly becoming far more than a friend with benefits. The dangers they face are insidious, and more than their lives and sanity are at risk.
EXCERPT
Chapter One
“Was wondering when you were going to wake up,” said the
voice.
Since his head currently felt as if an axe was embedded in
it, coherent thinking wasn’t an option. Jubal managed a slurred, “Shut up,” and
tried to open his eyes. It didn’t happen. His lids seemed to be glued shut. Not
that it fully registered with him. The mere effort had been enough to send the
pain soaring to a new level.
“You don’t want to think about moving just yet.” The deep
voice sounded wryly amused. Jubal decided he hated the guy, whoever he was.
“You got a minute or so.”
“Wha…?” he groaned. At the same time he became aware of
bruising pressure across his chest and legs. A hard and jagged cage-like
something enclosed his body. He heard the pings of cooling metal, the steady
drip-drip of leaking gasoline. Smelt it as well. Not good. His memory surged
back in a nauseating rush.
He’d been returning home after his shift at the forest
ranger station, looking forward to getting out of the deluge that hadn’t let up
all day, and into a hot shower. Friday night with the rain lashing down, he’d
had the back roads leading from Seattle’s Capitol State Forest to himself.
Until a deer had come out of nowhere, dashed in front of him in a flash of
glistening wet hide and black eyes. He’d slammed on his brakes and—nothing at
all after that.
“You don’t want to hurl either,” the man said. “Trust me.”
“Help me, for fuck’s sake!” Jubal snarled. He tried to raise
his right arm so he could scrub at his eyes, but the pain struck again and he
nearly passed out.
“Can’t.” The man didn’t sound regretful, just matter-of-fact.
“You gotta do it yourself. And if I was you, I’d start right about now.
Bastard’s struck a match.”
“Mother-fuck—” A faint crackling sound started up and
another smell assaulted his nostrils. Something was burning.
Panic exploded through Jubal in a scorching tide. He tried
to simultaneously shove off whatever was pinning him, roll over and get to his
feet. He failed at all three. The agony was oddly distant, but the whoosh of
flames and heat was not. His fear became a savage beast that clawed at his
brain, at any vestige of self-control that remained. There was only the
all-consuming need to be somewhere else—
Something tore deep inside him and Jubal howled. He must
have blacked out for a while, because the next thing he knew the biting weight
had gone from his body and his arms were free. Rain pattered on his upturned
face, sliding its chilled fingers across his skin. He had just enough time to
register the texture of the earth and grass beneath him before the gas tank
exploded. A wave of heat scooped him up and dropped him into a puddle.
Chris started creating stories not long
after she mastered joined-up writing, somewhat to the bemusement of her parents
and her English teachers. But she received plenty of encouragement. Her dad
gave her an already old Everest typewriter when she was ten, and it was
probably the best gift she'd ever received – until the inventions of the
home-computer and the worldwide web.
Chris's reading and writing interests range
from historical, mystery, and paranormal, to science-fiction and fantasy,
writing mostly in the male/male genre. She also writes male/female novels in
the name of Chris Power. She refuses to be pigeon-holed and intends to uphold
the long and honourable tradition of the Eccentric Brit to the best of her
ability. In her spare time [hah!] she embroiders, quilts and knits. Over the
years she has been a stable lad [briefly] in a local racing stable and stud, a part-time
and unpaid amateur archaeologist, a civilian clerk at her local police station
and a 15th century re-enactor.
She lives in a small and ancient city not
far from Stonehenge in the south-west of the United Kingdom, and shares her
usually chaotic home with an extended family, two hyperactive dogs and sundry
goldfish [the psychotic but geriatric mice have gone to The Great Cheese In The
Sky].
Her websites are:
http://chrisquinton.com and http://chrispower.me.uk
Her Facebook is https://www.facebook.com/chris.quinton.14
E-Books by
Chris Quinton - all available at All Romance eBooks and Amazon
Carlyle's Crossing
Starfall
Paradox
Game On Game Over
Finders, Keepers
Home and Heart
Sullivan's Yard
The Psychic's Tale - 1st part of The Fitzwarren Inheritance Trilogy by
three authors
Fool's Errand
Fool's Oath
Fool's Rush
Sea Change
Fox Hunt
Aloes
Dark Waters
Falling Again
Never Too Late
Sunfire - with
Terri Beckett
Sunfire And Shadow
- with Terri Beckett
Argent Dreaming -
as Chris Power
1 comment:
Great interview. Loved this book!
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