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unpublished trilogy of books that took me three weeks to write (as in, a week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
Romantic Time-Travel.
Buy at Amazon
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…
Excerpt:
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.
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