Sons of Gulielmus
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Date of Publication: 5/5/14
Number of pages: 163 (PDF)
Word Count: 79,000
Charles Edison has spent most of his 123 years courting women for Hell. As a faithful son of the demon Gulielmus, he’s never known true affection for women. Which is funny, seeing as how he’s descended from a love god on his mother’s side. Now that he sees his brother falling head over heels, Charles wants the same for himself. He wants to belong to someone.
The Fates conspire to right old wrongs, and Charles learns the woman destined for him is one he shouldn’t want. Marion Wilder’s family has been on the supernatural Most Wanted List for twenty-five years because they were responsible for the demise of a demon. Gulielmus would kill her if he had the chance.
But Marion’s the only human woman Charles can touch without harming. She’s his one chance at having a normal life and a real family, and he would give up anything to keep her. Even his father’s favor.
She bent to pick up the receipt she’d dropped, and then yelped at the sight of the stranger six feet from her. She blew her fright away on an exhale and put her hand to her heart.
Why did they always frighten her? By now, she should have been used to strange men approaching her. Sometimes they heckled her—the “little girl” truck driver. Occasionally, they tried to sell her things. Dick and weed, mostly. One she didn’t partake in. The other she sure as shit wasn’t going to pay for, even if she were that kind of desperate.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, hoping he’d catch the drift. Not that they ever did. Bozos.
“Cold night, isn’t it?” he asked. His voice was deep and cultured in the way Shakespearean actors’ voices were. Trained. Odd, seeing as how the only culture this guy had likely rubbed off from the newspapers he slept on. She cocked her head to the side and really studied him. Maybe he was experiencing some sort of delusion and believed he was on the set of a BBC miniseries or something. Maybe a modern retelling of The Taming of the Shrew. She knew which character she’d be cast as, and was already gearing up to play the role if he said something sufficiently stupid. And he would. There was always something wrong with these truck stop guys. Pity, because this one was hot. He had to be around six and a half feet tall, and a nicely proportionate breadth to go with that height. Not bulky, but there were definitely some muscles beneath that jacket. He had to outweigh her by a good hundred pounds.
He fixed a stare on her she couldn’t tell was from blue or gray eyes beneath the pole light, but either way, it was oddly mesmerizing. She couldn’t bring herself to break free of it, although it somehow made her feel exposed.
Why was he looking at her like that—like he knew her? She’d never seen the man before. She certainly would have remembered those startling eyes and all that dark hair. Jesus, she liked a bit of mane on her men. Someone could slap him on the cover of a romance novel. Just wrap him in tartan, hand him a sword, and set up an unobtainable fantasy for a few thousand women.
She pursed her lips, considering him. Nah, she’d read probably a hundred thrift store romance novels in the past year, and this guy was too tan to be a Scotsman and not dark enough to be a sheikh. Greek tycoon, maybe? Oh yeah. Put him on the deck of a yacht wearing some of those little European swim trunks and—
“Isn’t it?” he repeated, and raised one dark eyebrow.
“Huh?” She blinked. Did he want something?
He shifted his weight and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, grinning at her. Shit, he could have lit up the entire parking lot with that smile. He was so pretty—now, what did he want with her? Whatever it was, she wasn’t paying for it.
She closed her eyes and drew in a bolstering breath. “It’s cold,” she said blandly and hauled her toolbox up into her truck cab.
“Montana’s a pretty inhospitable place, huh? There’s still a month until winter, but I don’t think the snow cares about timeliness.”
“Mm-hmm.” She patted her pockets in search of her keys. The next thing he’d probably say was that he could make it a lot more hospitable for her, if she had enough cash.
Prostitutes were pretty predictable, and she certainly got propositioned enough, though usually the truck stop hos were a little less—upright.
But, shit, did she really look like the kind of woman who’d pay a man for sex? She wrapped her fingers around the handle, prepared to slam the door.
He moved closer and grabbed the door’s edge before she could pull it. “Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a cup of coffee? You look like you could use a cup.”
“I don’t think so, dude.”
She could afford her own coffee, obviously, but no prostitute had ever offered to buy her anything. Must have been a new sales strategy—the hook ’em, then hump ’em.
She just wanted to get back on the road, but he was right. She did need to refill her thermos, fiend that she was. Coffee was her one vice, and she’d forgotten to take the canister into the restaurant with her during dinner. She didn’t want to give the guy the satisfaction, though, no matter how good he looked.
She let her gaze fall on him once again. He looked harmless enough, with his easy stance and hands jammed into the pockets of his coat. His boots were actually quite good quality. Brown leather with some scuffs. Broken in, and wet from snow, but they looked damned expensive. Didn’t seem like hand-me-downs, either. The heels were too good.
There must have been good money in truck stop whoring.
“No, thank you,” she finally managed, and gripped the door handle again after two failed attempts. “I-I need to get back on the road and get this load delivered.”
“Must be lonely,” he said. His grin waned slowly, and this time it was he who looked away, toward a truck entering the lot. He waited until it had circled around to the gas pumps.
“It’s a job,” she said when he looked up again. Damn, those eyes. They were so sad, and for some reason, that made her a little sad, too.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
I’ve got young kids, so when I’m not working from home, I’m driving them back and forth…and back and forth some more.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
A Demon in Love (Sons of Gulielmus, book 2) – A retired sex demon meets his match in a tiny long-haul trucker dead-set on giving him Hell.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
A Demon in Love and the rest of the Sons of Gulielmus series is published by Crimson Romance.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
There’s really a huge time range. If I get disrupted when writing a book—perhaps because edits on another project have come in—it make take me a while to get back into it. Historically, though, I’ve been able to write a short novel from start to finish in 3-4 weeks. Full-length novels take a few weeks longer, not including revisions.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
The next installment of the Sons of Gulielmus series will be out in early fall, and is entitled A Demon Bewitched. Before that, I’ve got a contemporary romance novella (Back to Storafalt), an erotic romance (Seeing Red), and an erotic romance novella (O for Two) due out.
Folks can keep track of my upcoming releases on the topmost page of my website, www.holleytrent.com.
What genre would you place your books into?
Half of what I write is paranormal romance. The rest is evenly split between contemporary romance and erotic contemporary romance.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I like variety—switching things up a bit staves off burn-out.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
Routines don’t work well for me because my home life can be somewhat chaotic. I just try to put out fires as I can and tackle the things that have deadlines, first. I could go a week without actually writing anything because I’m so busy doing other publishing-related tasks.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
I don’t read them unless people send them to me, especially when I’m on deadline. When you’ve got nose to grindstone and are trying to get a book turned in, being deluged by opinions can be hugely distracting.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
I make most things up as I go along, because I’ve found that sometimes prescribing behaviors can make characters behave artificially in certain situations. I have a general idea of their temperament (whether they’re laidback or more aggressive), but other than that, I like going with the flow and figuring out a character’s quirks as I toss them into difficult situations. That helps me make their responses more realistic and less scripted.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
eBooks all the way. I love my Paperwhite because it’s so light and doesn’t cause me eyestrain in bed. I can tuck it into my purse and never have to worry about losing my place.
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
Most of the time, I don’t think they do. They’re rarely faithful to the author’s original concept, and sometimes they’re horribly miscasted. That said, I think the Harry Potter books were adapted phenomenally well. In recent memory, the adaptation I think missed the mark the most was The Host. That movie was filled with WTF.
Your favorite food is?
I’ll never say “no” to country ham. If you’re not familiar with that particular delicacy, it’s ham that’s been preserved using copious amounts of salt. It’s chewy, deadly, and great with spicy mustard.
Your favorite singer/group is?
That varies by my mood on any given day. Right now, I’m really enjoying the country a capella group Home Free. They’re fabulous singers and seem to have a lot of fun when they perform. Check them out on YouTube – their Hunter Hayes medley is hysterical in some parts.
Your favorite color is?
Something in the range of gray to black.
Holley Trent is a Carolina girl gone west. Raised in rural coastal North Carolina, she currently resides on the Colorado Front Range with her family. She writes sassy contemporary and quirky paranormal romances set in her home state.
She’s hard at work writing other stories set in the Sons of Gulielmus world, including one for the mysterious Creole cambion Claude.
See Holley’s complete backlist of paranormal and contemporary romances at her website, http://www.holleytrent.com. When she’s not on deadline, she boldly tweets under the handle @holleytrent.