Sloan Parker

Ok, so here is a comparison I've made in my own warped way between Sloan Parker and Leonardo DiCaprio. When I think of Leo, I can't think of one movie he's done that wasn't excellent. Well, I wasn't crazy about The Beach, but that movie is offset by all of his other AMAZING movies. Well, Sloan Parker hits it out of the park with each and every book she writes. It's utterly amazing and makes me drool with both jealousy and hunger for her next book.

You can learn more about Sloan by visiting her website at http://www.sloanparker.com/index.htm

So, enjoy this intgerview with Sloan.

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Some basics so readers can get a snapshot of you:

1.   What’s your favorite food?
Oooh, that’s a tough one. I love Italian. I could eat pasta or pizza almost anytime. Oh and the homemade tacos and burritos we make are yummy.

2.   What’s your favorite movie or television show?
I don’t really have a top favorite of either. There’s too many good ones to pick from, but I did just start watching Hot in Cleveland and am having a great time with it. Betty White rocks that show! And I just saw Crazy, Stupid, Love. It had one of the funniest moments I’ve seen in a movie in a long time.

3.   In your spare time you like to?
My favorite way to spend my free time is to just hang with my sweetie. Lately we’ve been catching up on TV shows we’ve missed in the past few years. Snuggling on the couch while we watch is one of my favorite things.

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You the author:

1.   Who is one of your favorite protagonists and what do they think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you?
I don't think I could ever pick just one. I have loved all my heroes. In fact, I wouldn't have kept working on their stories if I hadn't fallen in love with them. For me each man is so unique, with his own set of admirable qualities that it's hard to compare them.  I have been surprised by some of my secondary characters, though. They came alive in ways I hadn't expected. I was caught off guard by how much I came to love Nancy and her kids, especially Adam, from Breathe. I’m not sure those kids would want to hang out with me, though. If they did, they’d want to know why I did what I did to their house. Adam would probably have a few choice words for me. Guess I’d just have to remind them how good they have it now and how happy their Uncle Linc is now that he’s found Jay.

2.   If you could have a relationship with one of your characters, who would it be? Why?
As I’ve said I fell in love with all my heroes. But…if I was forced to choose one, I guess I’d say Richard from More. All that attention and compassion and passion directed at you would be a hard thing to pass up.

3.   How much of your stories come from your own life and how much comes from your imagination?
I’d say a great deal is from my imagination. Usually my character details and the starting points for the stories begin from things like observations of those around me, from strangers, songs, movies, TV, and real-life stories. Then my imagination runs wild as I outline the story. The characters become something very unique. Their actions and reactions are driven by who I have created them to be.

4.   Do you write your stories or are you a conduit for your characters?
I was just talking about this with some writers in my local writing group. So many people talk about their characters talking to them, directing the story, etc. I rarely feel this way. I do get surprised by what comes up in the writing and what I start exploring about the characters that I wasn’t expecting, but rarely do I feel like there is this person in my head talking to me. It’s more like I become these characters or I can put myself in their shoes to tell their story, but it’s still me directing them through their actions and interactions. I create a detailed character sketch for each of the main characters , so as the plot moves along, I know how these men will react to each situation. 

5.   Which book is most unlike you? Where did it come from?
Definitely More.  Not sure how I got started thinking about it, but I wanted to write a love story where three people all met at the same time, where one of them was the most reluctant to get into any relationship, someone who was avoiding love, and tell the story from his point of view.

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Getting Personal:

1.   Captain Kirk or Dr. Spock?
Captain Kirk. That man just knew how to give a look. 

2.   Which was worse? Elementary, Middle, or High School?
Middle school. God, kids are so darn mean at that age. 

3.  Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring? Why?
Fall. Love the change of colors where I live. Love the cooler weather where you can put on jeans and a sweatshirt and head outside. Love breathing in the crisp air and listening to the swish of the leaves as you walk.

Thanks so much, Doug. These were really fun questions!

Sloan Parker
http://www.sloanparker.com

A. J. Llewellyn

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Some basics so readers can get a snapshot of you:

1.       What’s your favorite food? I love Hawaiian, Chinese, Thai and Mediterranean food.

2.      What’s your favorite movie or television show? Hawaii Five-O - both versions!

3.      In your spare time you like to? Spare time? What's that? LOL...well I write, read, surf and I love to spend money at the very few record and book shops left in my neighborhood. I haunt Freakbeat Music like a plague of locusts and I could spend a whole day at Amoeba Music!

 You the author:

1.      If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why? Oh boy that's a tough question. I would probably start at the beginning though with Phantom Lover. It's still one of my favorites! I have a cunning plan you see...there are 16 books in the series. Hopefully the person will then want to read them all!

2.      If you could have a relationship with one of your characters, who would it be? Why? I would say Kimo Wilder from Phantom Lover. He is my fantasy man. And he has magic powers. He could make me really skinny!

3.      How much of your stories come from your own life and how much comes from your imagination? A lot of my stories come from my own life. Of course imagination is involved but I even went to a gay circuit party in Palm Springs as an observer and turned it into a book, The Oasis. I was a bit shocked by what I saw but hopefully I didn't show it!

4       Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult? Oh yes, S.E. Hinton. I loved her books. They really spoke to me. her first publishing deal at fourteen. I got to meet her a few years ago and spent a whole day with her and she is really amazing. I found it interesting that she says she can't read her books now...they are too full of painful memories. I will probably feel like that about Bunyip, my most recent release because it is a very personal story. I struggled with losing my beloved dog of 15 years and I lost her as I was writing this book. I miss her every day.

Getting Personal:

1.      If I came to your house and looked in your refrigerator, what would I find? A jar of kimchi, blue corn tortillas, leftover salmon from last night and tons and tons of Hawaiian juices!

2.      What was the best thing before sliced bread? Unsliced bread? Right out of the oven?

3.      Captain Kirk or Dr. Spock? Do I have to choose? Really? Okay, Spock...grumble grumble...

4.      Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring? Why?
Which was worse? Elementary, Middle, or High School? Elementary. My mother died when I was six and it marked my early years...come to think of it, it marked all my years but the first years without her were awful.

5.      What is something that would surprise your readers if they knew it about you?

I would just like to thank everybody who reads my books, those who write to me and tell me they love my work. That keeps me and every other writer going. Our readers rock!

Thank you!

A.J.

Ethan Stone

I'd like to thank Ethan Stone for agreeing to guest blog. Below you can learn more about him and his wonderful work.

You can learn more about Ethan and his work by visiting his website: http://www.ethanjstone.com

If you haven's read Ethan's Flesh series, you really have to . Those books are amazing. Click on the book covers to be redirected to the buy link and Dreamspinner Press or click here to be directed to his books on amazon.

Some basics so readers can get a snapshot of you:

1.       What’s your favorite food? Pizza without a doubt. Pizza, pizza rolls, calzones. Anything pizza related. I eat it way too often!

2.      What’s your favorite movie or television show? I am a total TV addict so it’s hard to narrow it down. I love Survivor and Amazing Race for reality shows. Sitcoms are Parks and Rec and The Office. Dramas: Grey’s Anatomy and Supernatural. Oh, Revenge is killer too. So in depth. But I also love Glee. I know: Fairy Dust, Fairy Dust, Fairy Dust.

3.       In your spare time you like to? Spare Time? What’s that? Between my 13 yr old son, my  oh so wonderful day job (Notice the sarcasm) and writing. I don’t have much of that mythical spare time stuff.

You the author:

1.       If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why? It’s a tie between Being Taught, my first published work, and In the Flesh. Being Taught I think shows what I can do with just a little idea. ITF shows what I can do with a large idea.

2.      How much of your stories come from your own life and how much comes from your imagination?  Lately I’ve been realizing exactly how many little details of my life come out in my stories. Obviously I’ve never been arrested for murder or had to join witness protection though.

3.       Do you write your stories or are you a conduit for your characters? I am def a conduit. I just write the words the guys tell me. Sometimes it’s hard to hear everything they say however.

Getting Personal:

1.       If I came to your house and looked in your refrigerator, what would I find? Lots of cheese. Brick cheddar, shredded cheddar, shredded mozzarella, provolone. Oh, and Mt Dew of course. Lay’s Kettle Cooked Creamy Mediterranean Herb chips are my new obsession.

2.      What was the best thing before sliced bread? Ummm. Unsliced bread?

3.       Captain Kirk or Dr. Spock? Dr. Who? Not Dr. Who the tv show. I Mean who’s Dr. Spock. The shrink or the pointy eared stereotypical man of Star Trek. No emotions, never smiles. Wait that describes my ex-bf!

4.      Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring? Why? I like warm weather that isn’t too hot. So it’s a cross between summer and fall. Hate, hate, hate winter. Which where I live now is like nine months of the year.

5.      Which was worse? Elementary, Middle, or High School? Middle school. Two words—embarrassing erections.

6.      What is something that would surprise your readers if they knew it about you? I’m a collector. So many collections it’s hard to list them all. Shot glasses. Light houses. Comic books.

Eden Winters – Reviewer Fangirl

 

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Hey everyone:

I've got a special treat for you today. Eden Winters has agreed to guest blog and she's one of my very favorite authors. She's got some interesting perspectives on reviewers and review sites. So kick back and enjoy and once you're done reading this, you should visit her site and learn more about the awesome author.

http://www.edenwinters.com/?zx=a3e151aca155446b

Let's get a few things out in the open before I begin, okay? First off, I'm an author. Secondly, I'll be talking about reviewers. And yes, I'm a reviewer fangirl. I'm not necessarily referring to reviews about my work, either, but reviews in general.

I've heard that some authors avoid review sites, and I've seen a lot of blog posts about reviews and reviewers. Regardless, I have to say that I'm very much into reviews for many reasons. Not the one line "this sucked" variety of review, but a well thought out, well stated, honest assessment of a book. These types of reviews are extremely helpful to me, both as a writer, and as a reader who wants to spend her hard earned cash on a book she'll love.

Like a reader with a book, however, I've developed some favorite "writers," for a reviewer is a writer.

If you're looking for name dropping, that ain't happening, but my favorite reviewers have a few things in common:

1)      It's very obvious that they did read the book all the way through and perhaps more than once. I love seeing a favorite passage or quotes that gives me a little taste of what the reviewer found enjoyable, or what they found odd, about a book.

2)      They give a brief synopsis, but don't give too much away. Again, this shows me they've actually read the book. Spoilers are okay – I have a short memory. I'm old.

3)      They list what worked and what didn't, without being harsh or excessively negative.

4)      Their review focuses on the work, not on the writer.

Now most reviewers I know don't get paid to review. Some are supplied book copies by publishers or the authors themselves, but many buy their own books. The reasons they review are probably as varied as the reviewers themselves. Whatever their reasons for staying up late, reading a book that may be out of their comfort zone, and then wracking their brains to correctly word their responses, they devote a lot of time and effort to what is often a very thankless job. And be you writer, reader, or reviewer, we share a kinship in our love of M/M literature. Does that one star, "What was she thinking?" review hurt? You betcha it does. It's gonna take one hell of a lot of chocolate, a couple of pints of Haagen-Daas, and crying on a friend's shoulder over beer and nachos to get over, but the bottom line is: if not for reviewers there's a lot of folks out there who've read and liked an author's work, who would never have heard of them otherwise. My own hard drive is full of purchases that a reviewer talked me into.  

There are those who say reviews are for readers, not writers, but being the opportunist that I am, I'm going to take advantage of critique. Contracts aren't always open-ended, and at some point, a story in which someone said I overused, for instance, the word "vindictive" will fall back into my lap. I now have a chance to enrich my descriptions with a "vindictive", a "spiteful", a "malicious"… you get the idea. The critique is there for the taking, to make my work better. You bet I'm gonna read reviews and glean the benefit of someone else's point of view. Bear in mind that I'm not talking about rewriting my story to please a single individual, but if someone points out a character name misspelling or other glaring error, I'm gonna tip my hat, say "Thank you!" and correct the darned thing if I get the chance.

A post about my fangirldom wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention the reviewers I've communicated with who freely offer their thoughts. You know who you are, and you rock. And to the poor soul who watched in horror as a middle-aged author leapt over a table at GayRomLit to wrap them in a hug and squee, well, I hope I haven't scared you off conventions permanently.

While my stories come from my heart, and I write what's in me to write, if I offer a novel for sale (or as a giveaway), I genuinely, honestly, with all my heart and soul, hope that whoever reads it feels they spent their time (and money) wisely. Insightful reviewers help me to ensure the value of my work, assisting me to grow as a writer.

So hat's off to reviewers. Keep doing what you do, and I'll keep doing what I do. I'll raise my wine glass, sometimes in toast, sometimes to drown the pain, but either way, may we long continue to read each other's work.

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Feed, Prey, Love - Prelude

Prelude

Palestine, 1798

Talib had been named after his late grandfather, meaning seeker of knowledge. His father was filled with pride when, at only eighteen, Talib was accepted to Beit Rabban, the house of the teacher, to serve as an apprentice under Rabbi Elder. It was a bittersweet moment when Talib left his meager village, proud tears streaming down his father’s cheeks. Although Talib inherited a dark complexion and angular, strong features, his frame was slender. Nothing like the muscular build of his father, who served as a commander in the Ottoman Empire army. Yet for all of his father’s size and military success, Talib had never questioned his love. While Talib might never be a military leader, he could show leadership in his own way and planned to open a school house once he finished his own education and pilgrimage. In the meantime, he relished his “special” relationship with his master. Only that eased his great homesickness..

He had been at Beit Rabban for nearly six months and missed his family dearly. The longing for home would have been unbearable had it not been for Rabbi Elder’s mentorship. More than a teacher, Elder had been an older brother of sorts, a friend to confide in and a man to emulate. The fact he seemed to be no more than ten to fifteen years Talib’s senior was simply another attribute to admire about the man. Rabbi Elder had to be truly great to attain his position at Beit Rabban at such a young age. Each day, Talib gazed at Elder’s sandy blond hair, the curls of his peyos framing his face perfectly to accentuate his cheekbones while hiding a sharp jawline, amazed that such a great man would devote so much attention to him in his academic studies and studies of the flesh.

The creak of his door each night was a welcome sound; one he had grown to long for over the past few months. He had lost count of the number of times Elder had climbed into his bed. At first shocked, thinking the pairing to two men a sin against God, Talib quickly reasoned that his mentor and nightly lover knew best. Who was Talib to question a man who knew the Talmud far better than himself?

Rather than dwell on his notions of right and wrong, Talib relished in the spark Elder ignited within him. Longings Talib had felt, but never dared explore, became a reality as he and Elder explored each other’s minds and bodies. To know that a man as worthy of respect as Rabbi Elder wanted the pleasure of another man filled Talib with a sense of wholeness. That he had chosen Talib out of all the other students at Beit Rabban filled him with a sense of pride; a belief that everything within him was true and right.

Rabbi Elder padded softly across the stone floor of Talib’s dormitory room. While there were other students, each received their own sleeping quarters. The accommodations were sparse, walls of stone, a cold and harsh atmosphere, but that was all part of the learning. Sacrifice of personal luxury to better learn to empathize with those less fortunate. Yet as hard as his thin mattress was, the warmth of Elder’s body  and the give of his muscles pressed against Talib’s own blocked anything else from his senses.

“I’ve missed you, Rabbi.”

Soft lips pressed against his own, capturing him in a kiss which began gently, but quickly became fevered. Something was different about the kiss. A hunger which wasn’t normally present. As if Elder had a greater need than usual. Once he pulled out of the kiss, brown pools seeming to glow with an amber fire stared down into Talib’s eyes. “I’ve told you, when we lay together, you are to call me Elder. The lines of master and scholar do not exist when we are together like this.”

“I’m sorry Rab…I mean Elder. It’s difficult for me to remember. I look up to you so.”

Elder’s eyes softened, the fire dimming, as he stared down into Talib’s. “It’s all right, my love. Tonight is going to be a very special night for the two of us.”

Heat washed through Talib, beginning in the pit of his stomach and radiating outwards. The waves of sensation burned from within, yet left an electrified chill along his skin, causing the hairs to rise. His lover’s words incited Talib’s mind, excitement warring with anticipation as he waited for his mentor to continue.

“You know how much I love you, don’t you, Talib?”

The words filled Talib. He would have thought he was floating if not for the weight of Elder’s body on top of his. “Yes, I do. And I love you, Elder. You have given me a gift greater than knowledge, you have given me the gift of awareness.”

Elder brushed his fingers through Talib’s black hair, pushing his peyos aside so they splayed on the pillow. He lowered his head to Talib’s neck and pressed his nose to the skin, inhaling deeply, the intimacy of the act causing Talib to shiver. In a husky voice, he whispered into Talib’s ear. “There are things I have not yet taught you, but I would like to.”

“Anything. I am a vessel for you to fill.” Talib smiled thinking of how many times Elder had filled his vessel.

Elder laughed. “You are playing with your words, but yes, you are my best and favorite student. Yet there are things not written in books which I must…no…which I desire to teach you. I have become…attached to you, and wish to share everything I am with you.”

The way he phrased his comment sent Talib’s mind soaring skyward. Elder wanted him, was attached to him. He had called him special. “Whatever you wish to teach me, I am willing to learn. You are a brilliant teacher. A highly skilled scholar. A man of great knowledge.”

“Yes, but I am more. Will you allow me to show you what I am? May I introduce you to the world I live in, one quite different than the world you know?”

There was mystery behind the cryptic words, forcing Talib’s breath to quicken, each intake shallow, uncertain. But Elder had opened Talib’s eyes, led him down paths which had frightened him, and Talib’s world was brighter and fuller as a result. If his mentor and lover wanted to share something with him, he would gladly receive the gift. “Yes, of course. Anything.”

Elder smiled, but it wasn’t a smile of happiness. Rather, his lips curled up into a grin revealing some other emotion Talib couldn’t identify. Only in the last moment did Talib realize Elder wore no smile. He drew his lips back, exposing teeth which seemed to have grown longer. Fear not were the last words Talib heard before Elder descended, clamping down on his neck.

Razor-sharp teeth penetrated his skin. With a piercing scream filled with pain, shock, and pleasure, Talib gripped at Elder’s head, trying to escape but to no avail. Blood flowed from his neck and into Elder’s hungry mouth, a sickeningly sweet iron odor filling his nostrils. Along with the sensation of blood flowing from him, each lick of Elder’s tongue bringing excruciating pleasure, Talib could also feel Elder’s arousal pressed against his thigh.

Time seemed to slow. The space between Talib’s heartbeats lengthened. The thrum of his blood coursed slower and slower.

After what seemed like hours, Elder drew back. Crimson blood stained his lips and dripped from his still-elongated fangs. While the bite had been painful, Talib longed for Elder’s mouth to return to his neck, to continue to draw blood from him. Although it was difficult to focus, Talib was able to make out the expression of lust and hunger in his mentor’s eyes. Elder’s arousal continued to drive against him, his own hardened shaft pressing back. He’s something other than human. How can this excite me?

“Talib, I am a creature of the night. You have a choice to make. I have drained you to the point of death. You will die if I do not feed you, but if you accept my gift, you will become what I am, and we can spend our lives together, for all eternity.”

Through the haze of his faint consciousness, he could make out the earnest expression on Elder’s face. Thoughts flittered through Talib’s mind, disconnected, difficult to comprehend. “A creature of the night? A golem? Not real…only stories.”

Elder caressed his forehead, hot fingers burning against his cold skin. “I assure you we are not lore. I am not a demon or possessed by a dybbuk. I am real and I wish to give you the gift of eternal life. Will you share your love with me for all time?”

Thoughts slipped through his mind, never taking hold. Darkness crowded in until he could barely see or hear. It wasn’t until the warm drops of thick liquid hit his lips and dripped into his mouth, quenching a thirst he hadn’t realized he’d felt, that his answer came to him. Gripping Elder’s wrist, he pulled the torn flesh to his mouth, sucking with all his might, drinking life’s essence back into himself with each pulse of Elder’s heart.

As if waking from a dream, Talib became aware of each of his senses. Sights, smells, scents, sounds, everything coalesced within his mind with great clarity and sensitivity. The fear emanating from a fly trapped in a spider’s web entered his nose. I can smell fear. Along with the coppery, iron flavor of Elder’s blood, he could taste the wine Elder had drunk at dinner. Disconnected thoughts flew through his mind. How can I taste the wine in his blood? Golem are real?

Sensation upon sensation filled him, only to come to a screeching halt when he heard something he never expected to hear. I have turned him. He’s now mine.

“What? What do you mean you’ve turned me?” Talib was sure he had misheard. It had to be the result of his loss of blood or perhaps the fear coursing through him. He had broken so many rules, he must be possessed by a dybbuk, the spirit of a dead man who’d violated the laws of Torah. Perhaps he had been wrong in believing what he and Elder shared was right. Was God punishing him for breaking His laws? An image of his home, his father’s proud face, flashed in Talib’s mind. Shame and panic swirled within him, making breathing impossible. He had shamed himself and his family. He had turned on his God; on his religion. All because he had trusted Rabbi Elder.

Elder’s eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, only to clamp shut once again. Disbelief, no, shock, settled on his face. “I said nothing, my love. You must still be weak from the transformation.” It can’t be. He couldn’t possibly have heard my thoughts.

“But I do hear you. What is this? Have you deceived me in some way?” Fear shifted to anger and hurt. He’s betrayed me. He’s led me down the path of sin, knowing I could never return to the life I’d dreamed of. He’s forced me to act against my God…so I could be…his? The sense of foolishness closed in and around Talib and he pushed to free himself, to stand, to take in deep breaths of cleansing air. With little effort, his push flung Elder across the room, his body hitting the wall with enough force to kill a man.

Even in the dim light of his bedchamber, Talib saw the color drain from Elder’s face. “But how…how do you know the thoughts which run through my mind?” He mustn’t ever find out I did this so I won’t have to be alone any longer. I need a companion. Isolation has left me starved.

It took him a minute to get over the shock that Elder had not been hurt from his crash with the wall. Talib could hear everything, every truth Elder had failed to tell him. He had not offered Talib eternity out of love. His motives had been selfish. He could hear it in Elder’s mind, for the man could not lie there.

Talib was no longer human. He knew this in the deepest reaches of his being. The change had occurred. He was a dybbuk and worse, a golem. He had broken every rule there was to be broken short of killing. There was no turning back. The truth filling his mind caused Talib to retch, thick red jets of blood erupting from his stomach. When he could speak, he scowled at his former master, the man he’d loved, had given his heart and body to. The man who’d deceived him in the most wretched way. “You did this to me because you wanted a companion?” While the words formed a question, his tone carried all the anger and accusation coursing through him.

Raw emotion lifted Talib’s body from the bed. Before he realized what was happening, he was hovering in the air before Elder, defying gravity and laws his human form had to abide. He glided effortlessly, slowly closing the distance between himself and the deceitful man who had irrevocably changed his life. Instinctually, he reached out with his mind, linking it to Elder’s, forcing him into helpless paralysis.

Elder cowered, but was unable to avert his gaze. Talib could feel the will seep out of Elder as his mind gave way to Talib’s strength. He could sense the urge to fight back within his former mentor, but could feel the weakness radiating toward him. Elder wasn’t as strong as Talib. Talib was more than Elder, different. What have I become?

Hatred swelled within him as he prepared to strike, but he stopped, released Elder’s mind and lowered himself to the ground until he once again stood on his own two feet. “I will not kill you, nor will I remain with you. You may have taken the life I planned to live from me, you may have turned me into a golem, but you can never take my humanity. I may not be able to return home. I wouldn’t bring that kind of shame to my family. But I won’t stay here with you.”

Elder rushed forward. Kneeling before Talib he wrapped trembling arms around his bare waist. Fear radiated from his very pores. Talib could taste it, smell it. It burned his nose and tongue like acid. “Please. I’m so lonely.”

Talib pushed him away once again, not as hard as the last time, but hard enough to make his point. He had no idea what his future held, only that it had been changed. He could not undo the things he had done against God, but maybe there was a way to reverse the evil coursing within his body. Maybe he wouldn’t have to live an eternity, as Elder had said. Maybe he could become what he had always been, pious, a man of God.

Turning to face Elder, disgust filled him. Looking at the weak, pathetic man cowering on the floor, hands raised up in defense, Talib shook his head, a single, sad laugh escaping him. “And so you shall remain, for I must leave you.”

Friday Spotlight - Jodi Olson

Some basics:

What’s your favorite food?

My Favorite food guess would be anything chocolate if I’m stressed but as far as a favorite nothing really comes to mind.

What’s your favorite movie or television show?

Favorite shows, Greys Anatomy, House and Glee.

In your spare time you like to?

Read, read oh and read.  LOL

Jodi the author:

If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?

Playing House. It was my first book and its milder then my others.  LOL

If you could have a relationship with one of your characters, who would it be? Why?

Oh wow, okay I would have to say Jake from The Cooper Stud Ranch. Why? Because he is a tough bad boy doesn’t care what the town thinks of him. Also he is Hot. Or it would be Neal from Getting Wild because he was based on someone I once knew whose real name is Neal and even though he is pure alpha he is a very nice man with a big heart.

How much of your stories come from your own life and how much comes from your imagination?  

None of the heroine’s stories are based on me. The hero’s? Only the one hero Neal was based on someone I know. I’ve done a couple stories for fans with some details of what they wanted, like using their name and a few other things but all the rest is imagination.

Do you write your stories or are you a conduit for your characters?

I write what my characters tell me to write.

Which book is most unlike you? Where did it come from? 

Madame Bree and the Sheriff (wouldn’t own a brothel ever). I love writing historical westerns with sheriff’s and brothels. LOL

Getting Personal:

If I came to your house and looked in your refrigerator, what would I find?

Oh you want to come to my house? Will you cook for me too? LOL Not going to find much it’s pretty empty except for bread, eggs, juice, and soda. I hate to cook.

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Unsliced bread, I have no idea. LOL

Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring? Why?

Spring, the weather starts to warm up but doesn’t get too hot yet.

Which was worse? Elementary, Middle, or High School?

All of them for me. I struggled during school. Either with grades, getting picked on, no friends, no boyfriends.

What is something that would surprise your readers if they knew it about you?

In high school I worked on the school paper for all three years. I broke my leg when I was 12 in three places one bone all the way. I’m terrified of water. Okay that is three things.

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