What’s your favorite thing to do to relax? I love spending time with my 12 month old son and watching Netflix when I have a spare moment!
At what age were you the happiest? What triggered such joy? Looking back, I think I am my most happiest now in my 30's. I have grown up, established a life and career. I have a little family now. They trigger my joy. My 20's were all about finding out who I was and I think, at 34, I am happy with how my life has fallen into place. It took a long time to get here!
What is the number one lie you tell yourself? How is that working out? I keep comparing myself to best selling authors with huge fan bases and tell myself I will never get to that level. After my son was born, my priorities changed and my writing took a hit. I miss it terribly and try to write at night before bed. I may never become that “big” but I will one day. If I work hard, it will happen.
Now about you as an author…
What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult? Emily Rhoda had a massive impact on me as a child with her Rowan of Rin series. I read every one a thousand times and would check the book store every month for a new one. Tami Hoag ignited my love for writing as an adult. I wrote a bit in high school but stopped when I moved out of home. After I read her “Cry Wolf”, it made me fall in love again with books and writing.
What is your favorite aspect or writing? Your least favorite? My favorite aspect of writing is creation. As a writer you create life and I love watching my characters grow and experience their world. Its such a liberating force. My least favorite part of writing is compiling the synopsis. I hate it!
What aspect of writing would you most like to improve on? I would love to write popular genres such as alpha or harem stories one day.
Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing? My laptop and a clear, uninterrupted mind! I get distracted very easily so I try to focus on the task and write!
Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books? Romance. I write different genres but the overall backbone is love. I love romance and I try to incorporate some romantic aspects in all my novels regardless of the genre.
What have you learned the most from being in the writing business? It fluctuates so much! One genre may be popular, gain momentum, and flood the market. One day, readers will find something else to read. As a writer, you have to adapt.
Tell us about your latest release: Death Knows My Name
After the tragic drowning of her brother eighteen years ago, Aleida Fuller has lived her life communicating with the supernatural. She can see and speak to the dead, as if they were still walking the earth. Despite being welcomed in the spirit world, Aleida lives a closeted existence. Her reclusive mother refuses to accept her abilities and the local townsfolk think she’s a fraud.
When mysterious traveler Rafe Jenner arrives in town, Aleida’s dull life is irrevocably changed. He’s handsome, strange, and oddly alluring, with piercing eyes that turn red in the dark…
As Aleida and Rafe are teamed up to solve a crime for the Sheriff’s Office, a great evil lurks in the shadows. Bloodthirsty for Aleida’s soul, Hell-bound demon Albinus roams the earth, shedding blood and taking lives in search of her. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. Aleida must draw on her physic abilities and her newfound alliance with Rafe to battle Hell’s agents before her soul is lost forever.
“Is the spirit talking to you, Aleida?”
Aleida Fuller wandered the smoldering crash site, stepping over a curved hubcap and a pool of gasoline leaking into the asphalt. The red hatchback was completely smashed into a crushed shell, shards of metal scattered over the road. A hint of burning rubber lingered in the air. She followed the ribboned grooves in the cement toward the figure covered by a white sheet. She crouched next to the body and lowered her hand on the sheer fabric, pulling her gaze from the victim’s weeping family on the curb.
Nosy bystanders, including half the sheriff’s department and EMTs had stopped to watch her. Aleida hated having an audience, the attention interfering with her readings. The heat of their gaze prickled the back of her neck, spreading goosebumps across her skin. Normally, she relied on her body’s natural responses to connect to the spirit world, but today, she felt nothing out of the ordinary. She turned to Deputy Sheriff Ted Walker, who stood nearby, his expression passive yet optimistic.
“I can’t hear anything,” she said. “The deceased’s moved into the light already or its energy’s too faint.”
Ted’s face flickered annoyance underneath his Stetson hat. “Dammit,” he hissed. “I was hoping to give Don’s wife some answers on what happened.”
“She won’t be getting them right away,” Aleida replied. “Her husband’s recently passed so his energy is weak. It takes a lot of effort for a spirit to form an apparition or make contact. Think of them like newborn babies. Babies don’t walk right out of the womb, do they?”
“I guess not.”