Monday, November 24, 2014

Felicity Heaton Q&A Interview with Giveaway


1. Out of all the books you have written so far, can you tell us which one is your favorite and why?

I have a feeling that this book is going to be mentioned a lot in this interview, but my favourite has to be Tempted by a Rogue Prince, because I had been waiting to write that book since I kicked off the Eternal Mates series with Kissed by a Dark Prince in November 2013. Vail, the hero, captivated me instantly and I was desperate to write his story and help him move past a massively difficult period of his life (just the four thousand years in duration) and find some good to carry him forward into a better future. I’m a sucker for heroes who need to be redeemed and this dark elf needed it far more than any hero that has come before him!

2. Which book was the hardest for you to write?

I’ve had a few troublesome ones, where one of the characters was causing me difficulties, but in terms of being hard to write, I would say that Tempted by a Rogue Prince was probably the toughest so far. It was very emotionally draining and taxing, and dealt with some dark stuff as the hero was very much broken and he had been through a lot in his long life that had shaped him and made him a touch mad.
Readers can check out Tempted by a Rogue Prince at:

3. Can you tell us about your latest release?

Her Avenging Angel is the final book in the story arc in the Her Angel paranormal romance series. Everything that has happened has been leading up to this book, which ties up everything in the series and kicks off a whole new series in the process. It’s packed with drama and emotion, and a lot of action. It also deals with another broken hero. Nevar has been through Hell (literally) during the series and has hit rock bottom, and Her Avenging Angel was the moment when I was finally going to be able to redeem him and raise him up from that pit of despair and darkness, and give him a better life. Lysia is the perfect heroine for him. She refuses to give up, is strong enough to weather his moods and attempts to drive her away, and does all in her power to make him realise that beneath all the layers of darkness still beats the heart of the angel he once was.
Everyone gets involved in this one too as they attempt to convince our reluctant hero, Nevar, to save the three realms from Armageddon. It was wonderful to bring all the past heroes and heroines into this final book, and of course introduce a whole new group of heroes. They’ll be the focus of the next series, Angels of the Apocalypse.
Readers can download a six chapter sample of the book at my website:

4. What inspired you to start writing paranormal romance?

I’ve loved paranormal genre stuff since I was really young, like just starting to read young and in single digits. I have book reports where I call every book boring unless it has vampires, werewolves, witches or monsters in it! I was hooked at an early age and it has stayed with me throughout my life. My passion for it only grew in strength when I read the classics as a teen, devouring Dracula and Frankenstein, and reading H P Lovecraft and Poe. I read classic romances too, like Jane Eyre, North and South, Persuasion and Pride and Prejudice too. I think I began to blend those two very separate genres, falling for vampires and other creatures of the night, imagining worlds where they existed.
I had never intended to become a writer. I wrote a little in school, but nothing after that until I fell into writing fanfiction for a popular TV show, Buffy. That progressed into rekindling my love of dreaming up worlds of vampires and I began writing my own worlds populated by my own characters. I’m happiest when I’m writing about them because I love doing something different, twisting accepted norms into something new, playing with mythical creatures and history. It’s amazing fun and I can spend hours just figuring out the finer details about the breed of vampires in a series, or crafting their world, layering in the details that makes it feel real to readers. In paranormal, the possibilities are endless, only limited by my imagination, and my imagination loves to push the boundaries.

5. Do you have a favorite hero or heroine?

Vail, who is the somewhat regularly mentioned in this interview dark elf from my Eternal Mates series of paranormal romance stories. Since beginning the Eternal Mates series with Kissed by a Dark Prince in November 2013, I have fallen deeply in love with Vail. He’s broken and tormented by the things he has done, but not beyond redemption. I really looked forward to writing this book and giving him a brighter future with his fated mate, setting him on the path towards being healed and leading a normal life again. Writing his book, Tempted by a Rogue Prince, really was everything I had expected it to be—a very emotional journey. He made me cry a few times, and readers have blamed me for a tissue shortage in their houses because of this book. Now, I’m looking forward to catching up with him in future books in the Eternal Mates series. People can read all about the series over at my website:

6. Who are some of your favorite authors?

I love several paranormal romance authors. I absolutely love Lara Adrian’s books. I also love to read series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Larissa Ione, and sometimes Christine Feehan and Lynsay Sands, and I used to be really into Gena Showalter but she’s changed so much that I’m not sure I’ll read her books again.
I’ve recently discovered Elisabeth Naughton too. I finally read the first book in her Eternal Guardians series in July and devoured a few books after that one, and I’ve bought the rest of the series. I also like to dabble in Donna Grant’s dragon shifters too. When I have time to read, I pretty much devour books one after the other, mixing up the authors and series.

7. Do you happen to have a current work in progress that you would be willing to share a wee bit about with the readers?

Sure I can. This is from Hunted by a Jaguar, which is the next book in the Eternal Mates series and also my next release. It’s due out on January 6th!

A little backstory… this is close to the start of the book, and Kyter’s first face-to-face meeting with his heroine, Iolanthe. Kyter is being a naughty kitty by trying to make his unflappable heroine blush and trying to win her over as they’re both after the same object…

Kyter took a step back, his boots scuffing across the dusty stone floor in the old empty building, stooped and unzipped the main compartment of his backpack. He set down his guidebook, took out his canteen and straightened. The female eyed him, her blade still held at the ready. At least she hadn’t attacked when he had feigned dropping his guard.
He unscrewed the cap on his canteen and then put it back on as an idea came to him.
He set the canteen down on his backpack. Stood and stared across the narrow strip of ground to the female, making sure he had the whole of her attention. When he had assured himself that she was still staring at him, he grabbed the hem of his black t-shirt and pulled it up.
Her eyes shot wide.
“Wh-what do you think you are doing?” She edged back a step and her blade dropped a few inches before it came back up.
He smirked and pulled the top off over his head, taking his time about it and giving her a nice, leisurely look at his stomach and chest. He dropped the black tee on his pack and she stared at him. No blush. No problem. He could get one out of her.
He swiped the canteen from beneath his tee, unscrewed the cap and raised it above his head. He tipped half of the contents over the longer tufts of his short sandy hair. Water ran down his face and throat and over his chest, blissfully cool against his hot skin.
She stammered. “What… I… what?”
Kyter shot her his best smile as he scrubbed his hand over his hair, tousling the wet strands and squeezing more water from them. It ran in rivulets down his face and his body.
A blush scalded her cheeks.
“I’m hot,” he murmured and rubbed the water into his bare chest. “And a little dusty. I’m remedying that.”
Because he hated being dirty.
But he could be dirty for her.
She blinked and her mouth flapped but no words came out. Her gaze betrayed her and fell to his chest as he swept his hand across it. The heat on her cheeks flared hotter. She turned her back on him and every inch of her went rigid.
“Put some clothes on.”
He smirked. “I have clothes on. I’m damned if I’m going to boil to death for you. Prude. You don’t like what you see, get out of my territory.”
She turned on him, her green eyes flashing fire.
“I am not a prude… and this is not your territory.” Her left eyebrow slowly rose and she murmured, “Territory. You have said that twice now.”
And he wouldn’t say it again, because he preferred it when people couldn’t tell what he was. His mixed genes normally masked his jaguar scent, making it impossible for all but the most experienced fae and demons to detect his species. At her age, she had probably met several jaguars, and he was surprised she hadn’t figured him out yet.
He still didn’t have a damn clue what she was.
She lowered the blade to her side and smiled at him, fluttering her eyelashes. Trying to play at his game? She was an awful actress. Too forced. Even the stupidest of males would have seen through her attempt to charm him.
She was going to be a tricky customer though. She wanted the artefact. He could see it in her eyes. He had animal magnetism to his advantage, and a better ability at acting, but something about her had him hungry for a taste of her, and he wasn’t sure it was purely her beauty or her gracefulness. If she took the stick out of her arse and really turned on the charm, he didn’t think he would be able to resist the fierce desire she stirred in him with only a look. Just thinking about it had him aching for her, growing hard in his combats.
He cursed himself for being too damn easy and turned away from her to look at the fresco, giving himself a moment to get his body back under control. He had to keep building on the foundations he had laid. He couldn’t give her a chance to pull herself back together. The quickest way to get in her good graces and get information out of her would be pretending to fall for her charms, giving her the impression she was in control of the situation, and then turning the tables on her.
The trouble was, he probably wouldn’t be pretending to fall for her poor attempts at seduction and he would probably forget all about the turning the tables part.
He felt her gaze roaming his back, intent and focused.
The scars on it burned.
Kyter whirled to face her, a growl rumbling through his chest, and she dropped her eyes to her boots.
“You not left yet?” he snapped and she straightened, pinning him with a glare.
“You have to leave.”
He shook his head and took a swig from his canteen. “Nope. I like it here.”
She pointed her blade at him again. “I have a weapon. You do not.”
Kyter slowly smiled. “Oh, I have a weapon. It’s around this big.”
He spaced his hands ten inches apart.
She blushed beautifully again. “You disgust me.”
“I was talking about a knife. I don’t know what you thought I was talking about… oh… man… you have a dirty mind.” He smirked as she huffed and turned away from him. Giving him her back? She either felt confident she could defend herself if he attacked, or she was beginning to feel he wasn’t a threat to her and was starting to trust him. “Name’s Kyter.”
“I have no interest in your name.” She swung her blade up onto her shoulder again and looked over it at him. “I shall call you Disgusting Pig.”
Kyter shrugged, luring her eyes back down to his body. “I’m not a pig.”
Her gaze jumped back up to his face and narrowed. “What are you?”
He shot her another smile. “I told you. I’m Kyter.”
Her huff filled the quiet room. “I should have named you Irritating.”
She looked as if she was considering leaving. Oddly, he didn’t want that to happen. He was enjoying playing with her. She had the most alluring little crinkle between her brows when he was frustrating her and he liked the way her eyes flashed green fire flecked with gold.
“Irritating is my middle name.” Kyter held his free hand out to her. “Most people call me Kyter.”
She slowly turned back to face him, looked at his hand, but didn’t take it. “Iolanthe.”
He bet a thousand men had told her what a pretty name she had. It suited her beauty. He was damned if he was going to be number one thousand and one though.
“So, Io.” He flinched when she shot down that attempt at friendliness with an icy glare and tried again. “Lanthe?”
She scowled and the sense of danger she constantly emitted grew stronger. “Do not shorten my name without permission.”
Tough customer.
He cleared his throat. If they were back at his bar, he would have offered her a drink to break the ice between them and get her to lower her guard. He cast a glance around the empty room, thinking about the arid ruins beyond it and the fact she wasn’t likely to want to leave this place to find a joint where they could share a drink. He didn’t want to leave either. He would have to do this the hard way.
Kyter offered her his canteen.
She raised an eyebrow at it. “What do you expect me to do with that?”
The unsteady edge to her eyes and her heartbeat said that she thought he meant her to toss water over herself in some sort of private wet t-shirt competition for his eyes only. While he wouldn’t say no to seeing her wet all over, it hadn’t been his intention and it was probably a little too soon for trying anything so risqué.

 Thank you so much for stopping by and chatting with me Miss Heaton and for sharing your WIP with us.

About Felicity Heaton:

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

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