We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog to talk with my awesome friend C.A. on the launch of her first novel, Sword’s Call. Not only has C.A. offered to answer some of my silly questions, but she has kindly offered a Swag package*.
Alright, so let’s hop right in and meet the fabulous C.A.
I actually had a dream about Cera, the heroine, and her wolf. No joke. It was a really long time ago…I started this book about thirteen years ago. I grew up reading fantasy and I suppose I was majorly influenced by Anne McCaffrey. But I think alot of this story was just born from my love of fantasy. I always wanted to make up my own world.
What is your writing process?
Writing process? What’s that? Hehehe…well, I don’t know that I have an actual, disciplined process. As I go on this writer’s journey from book to book, I am learning that every book will be different for me. For this one, it was a trade off of procrastination and binge writing. Now I am trying to write consistently. I write at lunch at work and in the evening from about 6p-8:30 or so. I find that’s when I am my most productive.
How did you find your publisher?
My friend Jeanne Guzman. She has her Dragon Hunters Series with Gypsy Shadow and they were a good fit for me. Good thing they feel the same way. 🙂
What’s next for the characters and world you built in Sword’s Call?
Well, they are far from put on the shelf to rot! Cera and Jorrin, the couple from Sword’s Call are in book 2, Love’s Call, and will make appearances as the series goes along, though the books are stand alone, so you can read them out of order if you wanted, but I personally always read series in order. For the world itself, I have parts of 4 books written, though I have ideas for at least five. They all have a home at Gypsy Shadow, because they signed my whole series. I am excited to see where my characters take me.
Ok, time for the lightning round. Answer these questions in one word with what jumps to your mind first.
What is your superpower?
Zombies, vampires, werewolves or angels?
What song on your iPod will you deny downloading until the day you die? (Come on, we all have one)
Answer the phone by Sugar Ray. Makes me giggle every time.
Now for the book excerpt!
Heart pounding and fists clenched, Cera sat in the Dragon’s Lair’s darkest corner. By choice, the candle on the table was unlit. The bowl of stew half eaten, food the last thing on her mind.
The door to the tavern swung open. Her white wolf growled low and deep beside her. Cera glanced up, squinting in the sudden flood of sunlight. As the door slammed shut and her eyes adjusted to the renewed murkiness, she took in the newest arrival.
Then she focused on Trikser. She couldn’t have him going for anyone’s throat.
“Shhh, Trik, it’s okay.” She ran a hand through his fur, smoothing his hackles along the length of his spine. The big wolf looked up at her and licked her hand. One corner of her mouth lifted and she bit back a sigh.
The only reason the owner of the tavern, Marshek even let him in was because no one else was allowed to enter the Dragon’s Lair if she was inside without him. No one according to Trikser, that is. He’d almost taken the hand off the last guy who’d tried.
“What’ll ya have?” Marshek barked, revealing his instant dislike of the newcomer.
She fixed her eyes on the bartender. Then she took a closer look at the man sitting in front of him. His pointed ears betrayed his heritage, but his height suggested he was not of pure blood.
Marshek was known to be tolerant of elves but he hated what he called half-breeds. Cera could imagine what the grumpy, middle-aged tavern owner was thinking, and it wasn’t friendly.
She rose, Trikser also immediately rising, awaiting her move. The white wolf was her bondmate and had been since he was young.
Relax, she thought-sent.
Trik sat, but his body was tight, tense. He didn’t respond to her mental order.
Moving to the bar, her wolf followed, slinking close to the floor, moving in a slight crawl. His belly probably touched the filthy planked flooring of the tavern.
Cera made a face but forced a breath. Detached control. Sliding onto the stool next to the half-elfin man, she was just in time to hear his order. His voice was clear and deep.
Marshek filled a mug with ale and started to put the jug in its place on the shelf.
“Wait, Mar,” she said with a wave of her hand, “I’ll have some of that, too.”
With a curt nod, the older man poured her a mug. She brought it to her lips, glancing nonchalantly at the stranger. His coal black hair brushed the collar of his hooded gray cape, giving him a rather unkempt look, but rugged rather than messy.
Cera couldn’t see the hue of his eyes from her seat but his high cheekbones made his profile appealing, his sleek tapered ears adding to the attraction. His powerful jaw line was clean shaven, an oddity in these parts. She could tell he was aware of her perusal. He was young, not much older than her, and had the stunning beauty of the elves.
His chest heaved as if he’d taken a breath, and he finally glanced at her. Blue. His eyes were a deep, sapphire blue. Her heart skipped a beat but she ignored it. The man said nothing, not that she’d expected him to.
C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice. She works with kids when she’s not writing.
She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.
You must buy a copy of Sword’s Call … so how do you do it?
Now about the free stuff – comment below and be entered to win!
* Swag package is for U.S. residents, for you international readers you’ll receive an e-book copy of Sword’s Call.