Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: June 20, 2013
Number of pages: 275
Word Count: 88,000
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Self-proclaimed sorceress Kora Walsh knows exactly how to use her shiny new MBA. She’ll open a new age shop in a colony of the country’s most powerful witches. But the town rife with bigots doesn’t want her or her sleek shop tainting their perfect community.
Kora would leave if she had any choice in the matter. She’s trained from childhood for her true task—infiltrating coven leadership as her mother’s mole. Failure to do her familial duty is not an option, not when her childhood nemesis is assured her failed soul for an eternity of torture.
And thanks to the colony’s loudest supporter, the beautiful Desmond Marino, failure is a very real danger.
I might have considered the hotness factor of the guy in the tailored suit standing on my porch if I hadn’t been operating on three hours of sleep. Instead, I repeatedly rubbed the crust out of my eyes and contemplated what kind of insurance he could possibly be selling.
Was there a company that insured members of the Underground against accidents? Whatever it was, it would cost me an arm and a leg because the outfit covering his sinewy body couldn’t have had a price tag for less than a thousand dollars.
“Yeah?” I asked over a particularly aggressive yawn. It came out as “Eeeaaa?” I took the opportunity to pull my polyester robe around myself while he peered over my shoulder into my empty living room.
“I’m Desmond Marino,” the guy on my front stoop said.
The matter-of-fact tone of his smooth, masculine voice suggested he expected I’d heard of him. Likewise he didn’t extend the arm hanging beside his black silk-blend jacket to offer me a shake—the implication being he didn’t feel I deserved the courtesy. Nor did he lift his eyes from their hooded position. That gaze combined with his flat, dark eyebrows and the full lips of a Michelangelo statue gave off the impression of sensual menace. Then again, maybe it was that he was hot in an international male model sort of way with his short blue-black hair, chiseled nose, and posh wardrobe.
He scrutinized me up and down. This guy could give my nemesis a run for his money in the menace department.
What in the world had made me think of Trip now?
The smoky tang of incense floated on the air. I hadn’t burnt any, and the breeze was too brisk for it to have come from a neighbor. But no, that wasn’t incense. It was the marker of a witch.
I took a stealthy sniff while blinking slowly. The crisp note of a fresh mountain stream overtook the smoky tang. Water witch. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. Water witches’ empathic ability often caused the most trouble of the magical community.
“You are not welcome here,” he said in a voice loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Despite the volume I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly during my twentieth yawn of the morning. “Pardon?”
His eyes—a disturbing aqua blue not far off from my cerulean hair—somehow managed to hood more without completely closing. He was familiar. Strange, considering I’d never officially met a Water witch.
“This is a colony for witches,” he said haughtily. “You aren’t a witch. How did you get in here?”
“I signed a year lease just like everyone else,” I said, deliberately misunderstanding him.
“This is Wipuk,” he said as if he thought I’d gotten lost on my way to Phoenix. “If you aren’t a witch then you aren’t welcome. You shouldn’t have even been able to crosswithout magical ability.”
I made damn sure he saw my eyebrows shoot up to the middle of my forehead. Desmond Marino was a dick. But if he felt like he could knock on my door at whatever time it was and tell me I wasn’t welcome, then I figured he fancied himself important. I couldn’t simply tell him to stick his head in Cerberus’s maw if I had any chance of completing the task my mother had set forth for me. Infiltrating the magical community’s leadership would be a difficult task without ticking off anyone who might have their ear.
So I emulated an airhead. Guys were always nicer to stupid girls.
“Really?” I blinked vacuously blank eyes twice. “I have a shapeshifter neighbor. And over there in apartment one twenty-six are a werefox dad and son.” I pointed past Desmond the dick’s shoulder toward the building across the courtyard. I let my head tilt to the right so my hair would fall away from my cheek in a girlish way. “I didn’t know witches could be infected by Were-viruses.”
They couldn’t. Nor could a shapeshifter be born a witch. The analogy would be like a dog being born a cat.
Desmond the dick’s full lips puckered, giving him a Muppet-like appearance. “They have been given dispensation to live in Wipuk and keys to cross. You haven’t.”
“Oh gosh,” I said ruefully with noticeably slow blinks I’d always imagined equated to idiocy. “I have this letter from the Centralized Coven Coalition that says… Hang on.” I held up my index finger in the “one moment” sign. “Let me go get it. I don’t want to misquote anyone.”
I scampered to the breakfast bar where I’d dropped my laptop bag. In the stack of papers that included my business plan for my intended shop, my bank statements, and market research into the Sedona economy, was a letter from the coalition. I returned to the door as I flipped through the pages.
“Here it is,” I said in an appropriately vacant tone. “It’s addressed to Rebecca Kora Walsh.” I glanced at him. “That’s me.” At his darkened look, I continued. “It says, I quote, ‘Thank you for your recent interest in relocating to the Wipuk colony. Any faction capable of finding Wipuk is welcome to join us.’” I gave Desmond the dick my beatific smile along with a playful little bounce that sent my cerulean hair sliding away from my face. “I found it!”
His chin was flush with his collar now. The whites of his eyes were no longer visible. Clearly he didn’t enjoy my airhead act.
“Someone helped you,” he said with careful enunciation. “You didn’t simply walkinto Wipuk on our own.”
I shook my head slowly, allowing my eyes to widen in my Golly-Gee-Mr. Wilson expression. “I don’t know anyone here except for the shapeshifter I met last night and the teenage werefox who stole my boxes but brought them back. No one helped me find Wipuk. I just found it.” I gestured to the paper in my hand. “Like I said in my original letter to the coalition, I’m a sorceress. I think that’s why I was able to find the colony.”
Desmond the dick stared at my eyes furiously for three seconds as if he’d expected me to change my tune merely to please him. His next words came out in the same careful tone as his previous statement. “There is no such thing as a sorceress. You had to have help.”
There wasn’t. But he didn’t need to know that. He did need to know I could wield magic. I’d have to give him a show of it.
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
A Disney animator! I was so into The Little Mermaid that I thought I wanted to sketch Flounder all day long ;)
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
When I got my first acceptance instead of a rejection. But still there are times when I don’t feel like a “writer”.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
About sixth months. It was erotic romance. Edits go a bit faster on those.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
I do! I’m a web monkey. I design websites, train people on how to update theirs, and help when they get stuck.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
“The Sorceress Screams – Sorceress 2” A sorceress is trying to infiltrate magical leadership (still) but runs afoul of a few vampires (sexy and otherwise).
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
I have several publishers. The one for this series is Evernight Publishing.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
It varies depending on the genre, my mood, and the difficulty of the subject. Sometimes I can write, edit, and submit a novella in a month. Other stories it’s taken me three years and I’m still not finished.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
There will be more Sorceress books! I’ve finished the series. Now I’m tweaking and improving. And yes, I have several erotic romances (contemporary and paranormal) coming, or recently released.
What genre would you place your books into?
These are urban fantasy. Most of my other work is erotic romance.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I love books about vampires, shapeshifters, and witches. Writing them was a no-brainer. I got into erotic romance because I tended to put my characters into situations that were risqué. But don’t worry, Sorceress is tame (for now!).
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
Writing Kora is a blast because she has the potential to be powerful but her inexperience, upbringing, and moral compass keep her in check. That and she’s a little mouthy.
How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?
I won a free pizza at Showbiz Pizza in the third grade for an essay I wrote. So…I guess a while. It’s been on and off until about five years ago when my hobby turned serious. Too many awesome authors have inspired me to write. Now the ideas that keep me up at night keep me going.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
I write in bed with a bunch of pillows propped behind me, my earbuds stuffed into my ears, tunes blasting, and my cat on one side. I only eat or drink if my significant other brings me something ;)
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
I try not to. Sometimes I “slip up” and peek. They’re usually very helpful (for my next project).
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
I write the book, and then choose the title. Except on my latest free serial. That one I created the title, the blurb, and the cover before ever starting (talk about terrifying).
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
Usually I check the social security department’s website for the top 1000 names in the year the character was born. I scan it until I find a few that feel right (and I wouldn’t be irritated seeing it a few hundred times). Then I check to make sure there aren’t any name meanings that would be the complete opposite of that character. I also make sure I haven’t already used it.
For characters who are witches, I try to find names that relate to their element/school of magic. For example, Desmond Marino is a Water witch.
For major characters I also did a few internet searches to make sure no one has used that combination in a book already.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
Yes. I do a character outline with their major traits, brief back-story, and any important life events. Additional traits come as I go along.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
These days e-book.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
“Phantom” by Susan Kay. It’s a retelling of the Phantom of the Opera that delves into the Phantom’s motivations. The story has romance, betrayal, and heartbreak. Everything you could want! Yes. I have read it more than once.
Your favorite food is?
Your favorite singer/group is?
Florence and the Machine
Your favorite color is?
Black…or green if I’m not allowed to pick black.
Anya Breton is a web monkey with an obsession for nail polish and rubber chickens. Her fears include Peeps and people who hate clowns. She lives in the Midwest with her significant other.