Sunday, August 15, 2010
See How They Die By Mary Alice Pritchard
Hello, and welcome to my blog. Today's special guest is Mary Alice Pritchard who kindly agreed to do an interview for me.
1.Mary Alice, thanks for coming. Tell us a little bit about you.
I’m 47 years old and divorced. I have seven feline muses who enjoy tormenting me while I write. I’m a nurse and have been writing professionally for nearly seven years now. I love to read nearly as much as I love to write. I also enjoy gardening and travel.
2.Wow, we have a lot in common. I have three feline muses, read constantly, enjoy gardening, and love to travel. How long does it take you to write a book?
Usually about three to four months depending on length and if anything is going on in my life to take me away from writing. I have been known to write one in a little over a month but it was rough.
3.Do you always write romantic suspense? Have you ever tried a different genre?
I write paranormal romantic suspense and erotica. I love romantic suspense and decided to twist it a bit and add the paranormal. I write under a different name for my erotica though ;-)
4.I don't do erotica, but my book The Welcome Inn is romantic suspense. Do you think movies, radio, and TV influence your writing? If so, how?
Actually, no. Other authors and books influence me though. I read something and I start to thinking, what if?
5.That's generally the way I get my inspiration too. Can you tell us about your path to publication. Any sprints or stumbles?
I started out with a new small publisher with a book I proposed. They closed their doors and I sold the first book I’d ever written to another e-publisher. Sadly, they went under as well. Now I’m with The Wild Rose Press, Dark Castle Lords and Siren publishing and love them. I have a total of four books and three short stories out so far with another book in edits.
6.Could you share your links with us?
My web page is www.maryalicepritchard.com
My blog is: www.maryalicepritchard.com/blog
7.We’d love to read an excerpt from one of your books. Be sure to include a buy link.
Most dreams don’t come true but Rhiannon knows her nightmares do. They haunt her until it’s too late for the victims. Rhi can’t hide anymore when the latest victims are found close by. Determined to help the local sheriff stop a madman before he kills again, Rhi has to set aside her own fears placing her trust and just maybe her life into the hands of another lost soul.
See How They Die by Mary Alice Pritchard
The Dark Castle Lords
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“Look, I’m not going to Casper with you. I’ll email you every single detail from the dreams as soon as I can write them down.” Rhi waited, but all he did was smile and shake his head. “Then you’re going to have to arrest me.” She schooled her face to hide the panic that washed over her and jerked the two ends of the towel tighter across her legs.
“Can’t,” was all he said. His eyes never left her, kicking her anxiety level up a notch or two.
“What do you mean you can’t? Can’t what?” Rhi had a bad feeling she wasn’t going to like this answer.
“I’m not an officer of any type of law, so I can’t arrest you.” His dark eyes still held their promise of danger, his face void of any expression. Finally, he moved off the bed, stretching to his full height before slowly approaching her.
Rhi’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him draw nearer. Caught in the chair with a towel barely covering her, she had nowhere to run. Her only choice would be to drop the towel and break for the door, but she wouldn’t even consider that option. When he leaned over her, snagging her panties with two fingers from the back of the chair, she sank deeper. His face never registered the first hint of emotion, but his eyes grew impossibly darker as he slowly lowered the silky scrap of cloth into her lap.
“You’re going to Casper.” He caught her eyes with his and she couldn’t look away no matter how much she tried. “Unless you’d rather stay here with me as your roommate.” Leaning forward, he placed a hand on both arms of the chair, smiling with that predator smile, more teeth than lips.
It wasn’t a particularly friendly smile, but one holding the promise of something deliciously wicked. Rhi nervously moistened her lips, still unable to tear her eyes from his, and tried to keep from sinking any deeper into the chair.
“At least in Casper you’ll have a room all to yourself.”
Dear God, she groaned to herself. That smile was a dangerous thing. When it wasn’t all teeth, being dangerous, it turned his dark eyes into fiery pits promising every exquisite torture a woman’s body could ever crave. Everything inside her wanted to find out what just one of those delicious tortures would feel like, but she knew better. The crackling energy around him seemed alive with a mind of its own, telling her even though a taste would be worth it, she’d likely get burned in the end.