How did you start writing ‘urban fantasy/mm paranormal romance’?
Thank you for having me here today!
I’ve always
had an interest in the paranormal and creatures such as vampires and
werewolves. I’ve written stories since I was little but it was much later that I
discovered M/M romance reading fanfiction and loved it. I also like a good
mystery/suspense. Urban fantasy, scifi and paranormal romance combine all those
elements. My co-author in The Sleepless City series had the original idea of
pairing urban fantasy with a mystery series.
Are you a Plotter or pantster?
Yes!
I know that
sounds silly, but I use both methods. I do make a very general outline or
overview of each story and what I want to happen between beginning and end.
Each series has a similar set of documents. Sometimes the order of when events
occur in a story or series changes as I write, and the story goes in an
unanticipated direction. The events themselves don’t change. I like to let the
story and characters dictate when and how my planned events happen. Which
sounds a bit crazy, I know.
What are three things you have on your writing desk?
My
extra-large mousepad with wolves howling at a moon. My writing planner and
notebooks. Sometimes my cat.
Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
My latest release, Shifting Chaos, is the final installment of The Sleepless City series. It completes the love story between the vampire soulmates Forge and Blair as well as wraps up the story arc begun in the first book, Shades of Sepia which was by Anne Barwell.
Forge is a
character that needs attention. He’s a fun character to write, lots of layers
and snark to that man. He always has something to say!
Finish this
sentence: I write because I can’t not write...
What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I like
writing characters that are witty and intelligent. Ones who aren’t afraid to
take chances and can grow through their experiences.
What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
A few years
ago, I wrote a BDSM romance titled Edge Jump involving a retired hockey
pro and an ice dancer. Early in their relationship share a kiss while ice
skating. I don’t know if it’s the sexiest, but it’s one of my absolute
favorites.
What is next on your writerly horizon?
I have been
working on getting my spin-off from The Sleepless City out. The first two books
are re-releases and due back out next year. The third is still a WIP and I hope
to have it out by this time next year. The series is The Vampire Guard and
continues the story of four of The Sleepless City character, Forge, Blair,
Lucas and Declan. While this series has elements of romance, it’s really
high-tech spy stories with lots of suspense and action. Vampires (and
werewolves) do make the best spies!
Shifting Chaos (book 4 of The Sleepless City)
Urban fantasy/paranormal romance/mm romance
We aren't a we without all of
us.
Chaos reigns in The Sleepless City and it’s
really beginning to piss Detective Jonas Forge off.
He’s separated from his soulmate, Blair Turner.
A separation he fears might be permanent. Nothing is going right. It’s as if
the universe is conspiring against him. A long closed off door buried deep
within his psyche cracks open when a turn of events flips his world upside down.
There’s a monster behind that door and he’s not sure where the monster leaves
off and he begins.
Hallucinations grip the town and demons lurk
around every corner, causing havoc and threatening to tear the family in
Boggs’s Castle to shreds. The only way forward is to bare all to each other.
While Forge and Declan confront horrors from their shared past, they all learn
a terrible truth about vampires—one not even imagined in their worst nightmare.
Can they control a monster in order to defeat a
demon?
If you like imperfect heroes with tarnished
pasts who don’t know how to quit, then you’ll love Shifting Chaos by Elizabeth
Noble, the action-packed, emotional conclusion to The Sleepless City.
Author's note: This book was originally
published in 2015. It has been rewritten with new chapters and scenes and
re-edited.
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Excerpt:
Blair’s
office was, in fact, a group of three small offices with a common outer waiting
area. Forge slipped into a chair and picked up a magazine. Blair’s door was
open and he stood listening to some guy who, if Forge was getting the gist of
the conversation, was upset about a grade he’d received for a class project.
Forge
arched an eyebrow and glanced over the top of his magazine every few seconds
while he listened to the exchange.
“You
didn’t do the project as it was outlined. You failed,” Blair said. He stood in
the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
“What
I did was brilliant and creative and—”
“And
not the project you were assigned to complete,” Blair said. His tone was
getting harsher.
Forge
flipped the pages of the magazine, but he wasn’t looking at it.
“So,
you’re saying, teaching assistant, that my work is brilliant, but you want ordinary?”
Forge
sort of hated this guy.
“No,
what I’m saying is sometimes you have to learn to complete the mundane tasks in
order to advance to the more innovative ones. It’s called real life. Get used
to it,” Blair said. “And, I’m a full professor now.” He wasn’t budging and that
sent a warm wave of pride through Forge. To the casual observer, Blair might
appear quiet, almost meek, a pushover who wasn’t aware of what was going on
around him. Forge had mistakenly thought that at one time. Not anymore.
“This is utter bullshit!”
Forge
gave up any pretext of reading and dropped the magazine to his knees. When he
leaned forward and rested his chin against his hands folded together, Blair’s
gaze flicked to him, and he shook his head the smallest bit.
“It’s
my class. I am responsible for creating the syllabus and grading the
assignments. You didn’t complete the assigned work. Simple as that.” Blair
punctuated his statement with a low growl it was obvious the guy couldn’t hear.
“Maybe
I should take this up with the department head.”
This
had gone on long enough. Forge slapped the magazine back into place on the
table, stood up, and cleared his throat. The student—and Blair—ignored him.
Though from the emotions Blair emitted and his stance, Forge could tell he was
concentrating on not rolling his eyes.
Blair
could roll his eyes like no one else.
“You
go right ahead,” Blair said. “Make sure you get my name right. It’s Doctor Turner. I completed my
course work and earned my degrees. Degrees, plural.”
Forge
crossed the room and announced, “I believe Dr. Turner and I have an
appointment.” He tapped his watch for emphasis.
The
guy turned and poked Forge’s chest. “I’m not done here, buddy.”
Forge
put his hands on his hips, pulling back his jacket as he did so. “Hmm.”
Blair
sucked in a breath only Forge could hear, and he recognized it as that
giggle/snicker sort of thing Blair did.
The
guy looked briefly at the badge and gun now in plain view. He blew out a
disgusted breath and gave Forge another poke, saying, “I said I need a few
minutes here. This is my life I’m discussing. That’s not a crime.”
Forge
looked down at the finger against his chest. Blair’s stance relaxed. He turned
partially away, clearly trying to conceal the smile threatening to break out
and scratched the back of his head.
Using
his best throaty vampire voice, Forge spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “And
I said I have an appointment.” With another tap on his watch, he dropped his
fangs a bit and let his eyes change to a solid blue. “Now.”
The
young man’s eyes grew wide. He stumbled away from Blair and Forge, tripping
over a trash can in the process.
“What
the hell?”
Forge
twisted around and pursued him. “Here, let me help you.” He took the man’s arm,
ushering him along a bit faster. His voice and appearance were normal again.
“I…
this….” The student hurried into the hall.
Blair
called after him and pointed. “The department head is down the hall, third door
on the right. Big sign that says Department Head.” In the next instant, he put
his hand against Forge’s chest. “You can’t do that.”
“What?”
Forge slipped one arm around Blair’s waist. “No one saw me change or move that
fast.” He tugged Blair closer and walked them backward into the office, kicking
the door shut behind him. “Though, my badass act works much better without you
giggling in the background.”
“You
can’t—” Blair sucked in a breath and his voice cracked when Forge ran his other
hand up Blair’s spine, bent his head and licked Blair’s neck. “—intimidate
everyone—” His speech faltered as Forge’s tongue slithered slowly over Blair’s
ear. “—who…. Stop! I only have forty-five minutes for lunch, and I’m hungry.”
“So
am I.” Forge used his fangs to lightly bite the tender flesh under Blair’s jaw.
He was rewarded with the reaction he hoped for. Blair moaned and leaned more
heavily against him, hips stuttering forward. “We’re men. Forty-five minutes is
plenty of time to eat and get a quickie.”
Excerpt:
Blair’s
office was, in fact, a group of three small offices with a common outer waiting
area. Forge slipped into a chair and picked up a magazine. Blair’s door was
open and he stood listening to some guy who, if Forge was getting the gist of
the conversation, was upset about a grade he’d received for a class project.
Forge
arched an eyebrow and glanced over the top of his magazine every few seconds
while he listened to the exchange.
“You
didn’t do the project as it was outlined. You failed,” Blair said. He stood in
the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
“What
I did was brilliant and creative and—”
“And
not the project you were assigned to complete,” Blair said. His tone was
getting harsher.
Forge
flipped the pages of the magazine, but he wasn’t looking at it.
“So,
you’re saying, teaching assistant, that my work is brilliant, but you want ordinary?”
Forge
sort of hated this guy.
“No,
what I’m saying is sometimes you have to learn to complete the mundane tasks in
order to advance to the more innovative ones. It’s called real life. Get used
to it,” Blair said. “And, I’m a full professor now.” He wasn’t budging and that
sent a warm wave of pride through Forge. To the casual observer, Blair might
appear quiet, almost meek, a pushover who wasn’t aware of what was going on
around him. Forge had mistakenly thought that at one time. Not anymore.
“This is utter bullshit!”
Forge
gave up any pretext of reading and dropped the magazine to his knees. When he
leaned forward and rested his chin against his hands folded together, Blair’s
gaze flicked to him, and he shook his head the smallest bit.
“It’s
my class. I am responsible for creating the syllabus and grading the
assignments. You didn’t complete the assigned work. Simple as that.” Blair
punctuated his statement with a low growl it was obvious the guy couldn’t hear.
“Maybe
I should take this up with the department head.”
This
had gone on long enough. Forge slapped the magazine back into place on the
table, stood up, and cleared his throat. The student—and Blair—ignored him.
Though from the emotions Blair emitted and his stance, Forge could tell he was
concentrating on not rolling his eyes.
Blair
could roll his eyes like no one else.
“You
go right ahead,” Blair said. “Make sure you get my name right. It’s Doctor Turner. I completed my
course work and earned my degrees. Degrees, plural.”
Forge
crossed the room and announced, “I believe Dr. Turner and I have an
appointment.” He tapped his watch for emphasis.
The
guy turned and poked Forge’s chest. “I’m not done here, buddy.”
Forge
put his hands on his hips, pulling back his jacket as he did so. “Hmm.”
Blair
sucked in a breath only Forge could hear, and he recognized it as that
giggle/snicker sort of thing Blair did.
The
guy looked briefly at the badge and gun now in plain view. He blew out a
disgusted breath and gave Forge another poke, saying, “I said I need a few
minutes here. This is my life I’m discussing. That’s not a crime.”
Forge
looked down at the finger against his chest. Blair’s stance relaxed. He turned
partially away, clearly trying to conceal the smile threatening to break out
and scratched the back of his head.
Using
his best throaty vampire voice, Forge spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “And
I said I have an appointment.” With another tap on his watch, he dropped his
fangs a bit and let his eyes change to a solid blue. “Now.”
The
young man’s eyes grew wide. He stumbled away from Blair and Forge, tripping
over a trash can in the process.
“What
the hell?”
Forge
twisted around and pursued him. “Here, let me help you.” He took the man’s arm,
ushering him along a bit faster. His voice and appearance were normal again.
“I…
this….” The student hurried into the hall.
Blair
called after him and pointed. “The department head is down the hall, third door
on the right. Big sign that says Department Head.” In the next instant, he put
his hand against Forge’s chest. “You can’t do that.”
“What?”
Forge slipped one arm around Blair’s waist. “No one saw me change or move that
fast.” He tugged Blair closer and walked them backward into the office, kicking
the door shut behind him. “Though, my badass act works much better without you
giggling in the background.”
“You
can’t—” Blair sucked in a breath and his voice cracked when Forge ran his other
hand up Blair’s spine, bent his head and licked Blair’s neck. “—intimidate
everyone—” His speech faltered as Forge’s tongue slithered slowly over Blair’s
ear. “—who…. Stop! I only have forty-five minutes for lunch, and I’m hungry.”
“So
am I.” Forge used his fangs to lightly bite the tender flesh under Blair’s jaw.
He was rewarded with the reaction he hoped for. Blair moaned and leaned more
heavily against him, hips stuttering forward. “We’re men. Forty-five minutes is
plenty of time to eat and get a quickie.”
About the Author
Mystery, action, chills, and
thrills spiced with romance and desire. ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the
adage "I can't not write." She doesn't remember a time when she
didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page.
Those words turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love
of M/M fiction. A part of every day is spent living in worlds she created that
are filled with intrigue and espionage. She has a real love for a good mystery
complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic,
and supernatural.
When she's not chronicling the
adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in
her native Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares
her little, brick house with a spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgi and his sidekick,
tabby cat. Elizabeth is a fan of baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Cleveland
Baseball) and gardening. She can often be found working in her 'outside office'
listening to classic rock and plotter her next novel waiting for it to be dark
enough to gaze at the stars.
Elizabeth has received a number
of amateur writing awards. Since being published, several of her novels have
received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Jewel Cave was a
runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards. Ringed
Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow
Awards.
Website http://www.elizabeth-noble.com
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