Monday, July 21, 2014

INTERVIEW: Angel Martinez plus #Giveaway!

Angel's back! Angel's back! Angel's b-a-a-a-a-ck at the party AND she brings a giveaway!

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


What important thing would you give up in order to continue writing?

I’ve actually just given up a steady income (gulp) to continue writing. It’s just about the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

What is your super-secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream?

To finally write all those sequels I’ve been meaning/promising to write. I know that doesn’t sound wild to most folks, but some of these stories have languished for years waiting to be written. Their scorn and disdain keeps me up at night.

Tell us about a time someone did you a great kindness.

I’m always amazed by the small kindnesses – the person who stops to help with a flat, the one who stops to see if you’re all right after a fall, the person behind you in line who offers you the quarter you’re short to pay for groceries.

I think the greatest kindness I ever experienced was right after my son was born. He was five weeks early and not quite baked yet, his little lungs not mature enough to breathe on his own. They took him from me in the delivery room without much explanation and stuck him in the Neonatal ICU. No one came to explain much after that, either. A resident who stood at the foot of the bed and said things about blood oxygenation. The nurses who said it was “just down the hall.” No one said “I’ll take you there” or “you can go see him now.” So when I put on a bathrobe and slippers, not sure if I was supposed to be out of my room, I padded through the corridors until I found it. A door led into a room with gowns and washbasins and instructions, sort of, before you would be allowed inside. On my last bit of courage, not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do, I stood there and cried. I’d never felt so helpless and stupid before in my life.

One of the NICU nurses saw me through the window and came to help. Instead of treating me like I should suck it up and be a sensible person, she hugged me and let me cry. Then she explained everything someone else probably should have explained. Where my baby was. How he was doing. What I had to do in order to come in. Maybe in her eyes, she was just doing her job. But none of those other people just doing their jobs had done what she did with such concern and caring. Sometimes it takes so little.

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

Lugh caught both his hands, turned them, and placed a tender kiss on each palm. “On the very earth that sustains me, I do so swear. You and no other.”
“God, that’s hot,” Zack’s voice trembled. His whole body shook with need. He slipped a hand free to undo the belt of Lugh’s robe, practically drooling as the silk parted to reveal glimpses of the hard-muscled body beneath. “I want you. So damn bad.”
“And I intend to give you all you desire,” Lugh said, his voice a husky growl. “Though you must tell me if we hit upon something you do not want.”
“I’ll let you know,” Zack murmured, watching Lugh’s long fingers undoing his shirt buttons. “Nothing comes to mind.”
“We will go slowly.” Lugh tugged the shirt out of Zack’s pants and pushed it off his shoulders. “I would rather take a spear through the heart than hurt you.”
Lugh’s robe fell open to reveal the huge erection lying ramrod straight and ready against his thigh. To Zack, it looked impossibly large. There was no way that gorgeous, monstrous cock would fit inside him. Though it’ll be fun to try.

If someone challenged you to a water-gun fight *to the death* how would you fare?

I’m trying my best to envision circumstances in which a water-gun fight would result in death. So, um, if it’s against the Wicked Witch of the West, I’d say I stand a pretty good chance of kicking butt.

Do you have any special library memories?

Our middle school librarian was a sour middle-aged woman, always scowling and scolding. But I always needed more to read, so I went to library whenever we were allowed. I must have looked unhappy at not being able to find anything one day and this sour, unpleasant woman asked me what I liked to read. I was nervous and embarrassed, but told her I’d just read The Hobbit, pretty sure she wouldn’t approve. It wasn’t real fiction, after all. But she smiled-smiled!-and showed me all sorts of authors I might like, Susan Cooper, Andre Norton and so on. After that, she always asked me what I’d been reading and always found me something new.

Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.

I’m gonna cheat and give a shout-out to my Mischief Corner crew – Freddy MacKay, Toni Griffin, Silvia Violet, Mathilde Watson and Ando Anderson. Without their support and understanding and patience with my weirdness, I would’ve sunk a long time ago.

What is the hardest part of writing?

Concentrating on writing. Yep, that sounds glib and dismissive, but it really is. In order to write effectively, you have to be able to get through at least a scene at a time. Writers, especially mom and dad writers, fight a constant battle with distractions to try to keep moving forward.

Do you dance in the rain?

No, but I walk in it. Okay. There might be some dancing.

And finally, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. What do you do now?

Go see the puppies! *squeeee*

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Finn: Endangered Fae 1

Finn wakes to a poisoned world, lost and starving, but a man comes to save him, a white light in the darkness. Can a centuries old pooka find what he needs with a heartbroken, modern man?

Diego: Endangered Fae 2

Diego and Finn's peaceful life in Montana shatters when Diego unwittingly rips a hole in the Veil to the Otherworld. Navigating ancient feuds, they find some of the fae are dying. Mysterious prophecies, government agents, what else could go wrong?

Semper Fae: Endangered Fae 3

Zack thought he had a strange job before. Marine medic in a secret government base was odd, but personal assistant to a sidhe prince is downright bizarre. Throw in the fact that he's fallen in love with his boss, and things reach unmanageable when Finn falls terribly ill and a monstrous creature attacks Zack one night. Lycanthropy and loose cannon mages conspire to make a hellish mess out of things - but the real peril begins when Diego loses an important piece of his mind.

EXCERPT:

“And this is what you bring home to us? All this shit on the TV that the neighbors have to point out to your poor mother? You’re a disgrace! A discredit to the Corps and your family!”

“Yeah, well, don’t ask, don’t tell, Dad. And then even after that, it wasn’t easy. Why do you think I’ve been alone so long?” Zack held up a hand to cut off his father’s next tirade. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to find out this way and I’m sorry it’s made you unhappy. I’m not sorry about who I am.” He turned to grab his coat from the wall hook. “I’m going out for a walk. I need to cool down. You need to cool down. Maybe we can talk like grown-up people later.”

“You little shit! How dare you take that tone with me? I oughta take—”

Zack sighed and walked out the door. He had too many years and too many horrific experiences under his belt to still be cowed by his father. Still hurts, though.

He’d played the scene out in his mind again and again over the years, how he would make sure his father was sober and everyone was calm, how he would come out to them, serenely and matter-of-factly. Except he never had, and now instead of being able to work through it in the privacy of the family, the whole state knew. Hell, the whole country knew, his conservative, Midwestern parents exposed to the malicious whispers of neighbors and congregation members. At least, that’s how they would see it. Did see it.

Damn.

He should have been really pissed at the big guy for putting him through this, but he couldn’t muster any anger toward Lugh. Not the first time he’s kissed me. Not like I didn’t like it.

Zack’s hand stole up to his lips, still able to feel the tingling from that passionate, desperate lip-lock in the alley.

“Tonight, Zachary, please,” Lugh had whispered in his ear. “Don’t torture me any longer. I need your strong arms around me, your skin next to mine…”

Right. The thought of fumbling through his first night of sex with someone who had centuries of experience had stopped him cold, made him back off in embarrassment and, once again, gently refuse. As always, Lugh respected his wishes. Even though he was powerful enough to have shoved Zack against the wall and taken him right then and there, he never pushed farther than Zack let him, never forced the issue. It had been with clenched teeth and a tormented groan that time, but still the Prince had backed off.

He loved Lugh for that. Stupid jerk. You’ve loved him from the first time you saw him. That first heart-stopping meeting in the middle of a skirmish, Lugh shining like moonlight and ripped like a god in his skin-tight silver armor. Damn, damn, and damn.

He had to stop thinking like this. Lugh was a prince and his grandmother’s Champion, and the Ambassador to the whole human world. He could never love a human, an ex-soldier, a nobody without any rank or importance.

Not the way Finn loved Diego. It was in his eyes every time he looked at Diego. Every time anyone mentioned Diego, there it was, that contented “I’m-his-for-all-eternity” look. Lugh was fond of him, sure, but his eyes wandered everywhere. He wasn’t a one-man kind of fae, and never claimed he could be.

Unfortunately, Zack needed someone who was his and only his, so, of course, he had the bad sense to fall for someone he couldn’t have that way.

“Dumb jarhead,” he muttered as his feet hit the path that led to the park. “Sabotaged yourself again.”

When he reached the lake, he stopped, shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled in a deep breath of cold air. The full moon perched huge and white on the tops of the pines, her twin shining up in rippling splendor from the surface of the lake. It was a beautiful scene and being out in the still of a late autumn night with no machine noises did calm him. If he hadn’t gone into the service, he probably would have been a forest ranger or something. Peaceful…

The first scream ripped the night in half. Zack dropped to a crouch. His hand shot to his hip where no weapon rode as he tried to pinpoint a direction. The second scream spun him to his left. Down the path toward the trees, a girl stood with her back to a lamppost, frozen in an attitude of sheer horror, while a male figure grappled with…

“Holy shit,” Zack whispered as he ran to help.

A huge muzzle rose and fell. Sharp teeth flashed in the moonlight. One of those huge hybrid dogs? A hyena? What the hell was that thing? The figure on the ground received a moment’s reprieve as the beast turned toward the pounding of Zack’s boots. A boy, probably the girl’s date, staggered up and then ran like hell.

Coward. Zack couldn’t help the thought even though he knew the boy had done the right thing as the beast turned on him, snarling. He put himself between it and the girl, and only had time to shout over his shoulder, “Run, damn it!”

The thing leapt at him, spittle flying from canines as long as Zack’s hand. Instinct and adrenaline kicked in. Zack seized it by the throat, pressing his thumbs hard into its windpipe. Its breath reeked. Its ice-blue eyes held madness.

Momentum on its side, it hurled Zack to the ground, the air forced from his lungs as he slammed into the concrete path. He kept his grip, heart pounding against his breastbone. Any slip would be the end of him.

“Oh my God! Oh fuck! Hurry! It’s gonna eat him!” The girl hadn’t run. She was screaming into her cell phone.

Not just for himself then, he had to hang on for the kid. The monster snapped at his face and lunged again. Something was wrong about the shape of its back. Its limbs were jointed in a way no canine’s should be. Its hands closed over his biceps, claws biting through his coat into his skin.

Holy fucking hells. This thing has thumbs.

Available from MLR Press | All Romance | Amazon

BONUS QUESTIONS:

What inspired you to write the Endangered Fae Series?

Readers. If we talk about Semper Fae specifically, the readers are directly responsible. “When are you gonna write the story about the Marine?” “Yeah, we want his story!” It’s a story about a lot of things, but Zack gets to be the hero.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about it?

A lot of my stories have cautionary tales embedded in them. I don’t like preachy stories and I recognize that what one person thinks is saving the world another will think is destroying it. But whatever you choose to do will have consequences. That’s the underlying thread running through this one.

What are your hopes for this title?


That it will grow literary wings and that people will buy the next one.

About the Author:

Angel Martinez, the unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for over twenty-five years) and gave birth to one amazing son (now in college.) While Angel has worked, in no particular order, as a state park employee, retail worker, medic, LPN, call center zombie, banker, and corporate drone, none of these occupations quite fit.

She now writes full time because she finally can, and has been happily astonished to have her work place consistently in the annual Rainbow Awards. Angel currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.





*~*~GIVEAWAY TIME!~*~*

Comment with your email address between now and July 25th @ 11:59 PM CDT for a chance to win your choice of one of the Endangered Fae novels!

19 comments:

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    1. Forgot my email felelith@yahoo.com, loved the interview and I would go see the pups also.

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    2. Thank you, Sarah! I don't have any doggies myself right now, but I love visiting other people's - sort of like having grandkids, lol

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  2. I would one of these books. jenniesullivan834@yahoo.com.au

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  3. Thanks for the great excerpt and the fun interview! I need to add these books to my TBR.

    jczlapin@gmail.com

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  4. You're one funny chick! Love sharing this great state with you. I'm fairly new to your books and loving every minute of them.

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  5. I enjoyed reading the interview and loved the excerpt please count me in for the Giveawa ..........thank you

    ShirleyAnn(at)speakman40(dot)freeserve(dot)co(dot)uk

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  6. Thank you, Jen! Yes, please, add away, lol!

    Hi Paula! It's so fun to have someone local here - though, dang it, it's feeling like Florida again this week instead of Delaware!

    Hi Shirley Ann! Thank you for stopping by!

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  7. Great excerpt! I'm totally adding these to my TBR. ^.^ Thanks for the giveaway! luminousblade@yahoo.com

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  8. read book 1 and loved it
    please count me in

    leetee2007@hotmail.com

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  9. Thank you, Sarina!

    Hi Lee! So glad you enjoyed the first one - things just get messier from there!

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  10. This series is definitely going on my TBR list. Thanks for a chance in the giveaway. flutterfli01 (at) yahoo (dot) com

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  11. Love your books and I cant wait to start this series!! Thanks for the giveaway! M8231m05@gmail.com

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  12. *snicker, Call Center Zombie*. I bet you still remember your script too! I just resigned after almost 2 years at a center. Family obligations got in the way, besides my new manager and I just didn't click. Anyway, I'd love to win Finn. I haven't read this series yet and now I am intrigued, thanks for the excerpts.
    Loribooklover62 @ aol DOT com

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  13. Thank you Carol and Maggie! Mwahahaha, new blood *evil hand rubbing*

    LOL - booklover - I think I'm finally getting the greetings out of my system. Thank you for calling ____ Customer Service and so on. Got so bad for a bit that I'd answer the phone at home that way, with my 'Customer Service" voice.

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  14. The books look awesome! Thanks for the giveaway nehalidancer@gmail.com

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  15. More lovely books by Angel that I have to add to my wish list, oh to be away with the fairies and read your tales, maybe I will be lucky & one of the Endangered Fae novels :D

    I enjoyed reading this interview and extract and the part about acts of kindness and hospitals reminded me of a few years ago and my father was rushed into hospital. We went the the next day and found the bed he had been allocated empty, sheets stripped from the bed and his belongs gone. We went to the nurses desk and they were confused about him being on their ward, by now we all feared the worse and mum collapsed into my brothers arms, the nurses went on their way and did not seem to care. It was at that moment an elderly lady came up to me and said her poorly husband was trying to get our attention. I went over to him, he was so sick and could hardly talk., but he took my hand and he told me that my father had been moved to the intensive ward unit at the other end of this floor. I went to that desk and it was confirmed that he was there and I went back to thank the man and his wife for their kindness to a family in distress. I can't say it was the same when he had to go back for further treatment as the staff on that ward kept us fully informed, so I am not sure why that ward were so uncaring?

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