Thursday, May 15, 2014


Today we're talking to the lovely A. Morell who comes to us dressed to kill! (Seriously, is this not the most fabulous fashionista hat EVER or what?)

Hello A. Morell and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

Thank you so much for having me! As a hat enthusiast and enjoyer of random questions I am happy to be here.

What is your favorite writing memory?

I have so many moments that stand out in my mind, but I think my favourite was in November 2009. I was doing NaNoWriMo for the third time, but it was my first real attempt to make a proper story as opposed to just writing as much as I could. I had also signed up for a fanfic exhange. They were both due on the same day. I vividly remember November 29th as a whirlwind of panic, frustration, tears, and going way beyond any limits I thought I had. It might sound terrible, and at the time it was, but the passion and fervor that came out of it sticks with me even to this day, and the story that emerged out of it is some of my proudest work. Not saying I want to live working like that, but it's definitely set the bar for what I want to put into all of my work.

The zombies are on fire and they are shambling toward you. What. Do. You. Do?

Well if they’re on fire I’m not sure I have much to worry about aside from the smell. Buy some Febreeze? Unfortunately if they’re undeterred by fire I’m going to have to throw myself off the nearest bridge or something because zombies are my number one fear and I can’t even handle this thought.

Share your secret writing dream with us! (Your most wild, outlandish dream!)

When I’m in a writing lull I like to fantasize about meeting the lead actors they’ll cast when they adapt one of my many, many novels into a movie or miniseries. And every time I walk into a bookstore and see a display table I think “I want to be there one day.” Hopefully just not in the bargain section.

A drunken relative has just insulted M/M rom up one side and down the other. Plus they spilled their drink on you in the process. What is your most articulate response?

This depends a lot on the situation. Truthfully I'm more likely to be upset about the drink getting spilled on me. My clothes are important to me! If it was just someone spewing hot air about the genre I wouldn't be too bothered because no genre is for everyone, and arguing with ignorance doesn't really help anybody. If it was about the authors though I would probably just smile and let them know I happen to be one of them, and to please do go on.

Would you rather read a super spicy sex-scene aloud to a parent or in front of 300 people at GRL?

Definitely to a parent. They both know what I write, my mom’s read my stuff, and my dad’s hard of hearing. >.>

Would you walk across the country on foot for the assurance of a Big Six publishing contract?

No, because I’d probably die. What good would a contract do me then? I’d rather earn it for my writing anyway, and you know people would only be interested in the inevitable tell-all about the grueling experience.

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

There was just something about Aiya that made Katsu’s blood pound. The way he just stood there content and carefree no matter what was asked of him, his too-long hair getting into dark and sleepy eyes. Bedroom eyes. God, Katsu wanted to fuck him, bandmate or not.

Today’s rehearsal was breaking him. He could only watch Aiya’s mouth wrapped around the mouthpiece of his talkbox for so long without getting hard. He was convinced at this point that Aiya was doing it on purpose.

The second they were done he caught Aiya by the arm and dragged him into a cramped but empty office down the hall, pushing his back against the door the moment it closed.

He had him. Katsu could only stare hungrily down at the shorter man, taking him in from up close. He smelled like laundry detergent and leather.

“Katsu-kun?” Even now, pinned in place with no escape, Aiya merely looked politely confused.

“You are driving me crazy.”

Aiya blinked. “Sorry?”

“It’s okay,” Katsu said. “You can fix it.”

He gave no warning before descending upon Aiya’s lips. It was a huge risk, but he felt Aiya yield to him. This was just beginning.

[Exactly 200 words. I like to do 100-word stories sometimes as a hobby, so doubling the limit is actually a treat.]

Everyone that is anyone is now a vampire. Do you become a vampire too?

I’ve got this bug in my DNA that automatically puts me off of trends, to the point that when I was younger I refused to try out anything that was popular just because it was popular. Of course I’ve learned the hard way that that only makes you miss out on some great things, like Harry Potter or the Backstreet Boys (I said it, not taking it back!). That said, I dunno. If everyone’s a vampire, what will they eat? I always imagine vampires to be cliqueish too, and I’m very anti-high school mentality. All that superhuman stuff sounds fun though… I’m taking this way too seriously. Ultimately it doesn’t seem practical to me, but that’s what makes the fantasy so fun.

Explain yourself in 7 1/2 words.

I prefer not to explain what I do. (8 words because 7.5 gets rounded to the nearest whole!)

What is the most RANDOM thing to ever inspire you?

A hydrangea bush. To be fair it looked rather evil. But yes, I've learned to keep a notebook and pen on hand at all times, because you never know when inspiration will strike.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

The miniature longhaired dachshunds are my absolute favourite! Specifically this colouring:

I just love watching them waddle along dusting the floor. Eeeee!


Mark Nanami, son of a strong and successful London gang leader, is roped into going on a double date by his older brother. Mark and his date, Ryo, clash every minute they’re together, up to the point they should be allowed to part—but then the sparks between them ignite, and they fight their way into bed. 

Sparks” and other stories available now in Juicy Bits at Dreamspinner Press.


Ryo opened his mouth to retort, but just then Chris and Justin glanced back at the commotion. Mark smiled widely and gave them a wave, putting his arm around Ryo’s surprisingly strong shoulders. Already on the verge of busting out with a laugh, he didn’t dare to look at Ryo.

Chris smiled, and Justin gave Mark a warning look before turning back around.

“If you don’t remove your arm, I will bite it off.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mark snickered into his hand as he let go of Ryo, who immediately retreated about three feet.

“You are a dead man. And I’m going home.” Ryo fussed with his coat, brushing it off as though Mark had left a residue behind.

“Hey, at least I’m making an effort to pretend I’m having a decent time,” Mark said. “You’re not doing your friend any favors here.”

That seemed to get under Ryo’s skin, and he pouted and folded his arms. “He’s having a good time, that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, and how likely is he to go out with J.J. again if he finds out how rotten a time you had?” He felt the chill of the autumn night with the absence of his coffee, and he tucked his hands into his pockets. He had a point and he knew it. Even a blind man could see that Chris was far too kind a person to alienate his best friend over a date, however much he liked that date.

“I hate you.”

Mark smiled wryly. “Why, yes, I’d love to walk you home.”

About the Author:

A. Morell has been writing for fun for the past decade. She once dreamed of being a professional chef—now she knows better and is taking a stab at becoming an author. Without so much as a Creative Writing 101 class under her belt it's a bit of a stab in the dark, but she is comfortable flying by the seat of her pants.

She enjoys food, baseball, classics, word games, tattoos, shoes, handbags, escapism, and creating characters. She is averse to over-used words, spiders, zombies, tardiness, camping, and people who misquote movie lines and lyrics. She has one cat.

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