Saturday, May 28, 2011
Interview of Author Amber Kallyn
Buy Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=145
One of those rare breeds, Amber Kallyn is an Arizona native who can trace her family's history through six generations in the state. She lives with her sexy husband, and their four very active children. Included in the menagerie are two cats (though there's always room for more) and two dogs. We won't count all the fish. She also writes urban fantasy under the name Higley Browne.
Q: What's part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A:For me, the beginning is always the easiest to write. I usually let the idea ferment for a bit, working it over and letting my subconscious have a go at it. During this time, I write notes, and bits of interesting info -- whatever comes to me. By the time I sit down to write, the first few chapters are fleshed out in my mind and the writing goes pretty smoothly.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroines? Tell us about your heroine.
A: Ooh, a movie. Wouldn’t that be great? I think I’d like my heroine to be played by a young redheaded Isla Fisher. Bree Jones is a spunky woman. She’s had to be, as an orphan and a fire nymph. Her main problem is her stubborn self-reliance. She’s never had anyone to depend on, so she doesn’t know how.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroes? Tell us about your hero.
A: My hero would definitely be a spike-haired Zac Efron. Ty Dragos is a sexy playboy who’s never had a lasting relationship. He thinks it’s himself -- he just doesn’t have what it takes. So when he comes across Bree and has such a strong reaction to her, his life’s turned upside down.
Q: What's your strongest point as a writer?
A: I’ve kindly been told by a couple editors lately that they loved my voice. It’s one of those elusive parts of the craft of writing, and an important one. I like my voice, so I guess it’s developing :)
Q: You're on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a "mysterious" source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?.
A: Hmm. Am I still married, lol. First, the handsome man brings me food and some homemade wine. Then, he fans me with a palm frond while I write. And write some more. A quick dip in the blue-green ocean to cool off, another snack, and some more writing. Then it’s time for me to pamper him ;)
Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: I admit, I suck at social media. I never feel like I have anything interesting to say. Out of all of them, though, I use twitter the most. I spend about an hour catching up on the world in the mornings, then check in periodically through the day. The problem with it though is I’m normally reading, not tweeting. My goal this year is to start being more active and interacting with it. Let’s see how well I get there :)
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Love will Blaze when a nymph and a dragon must work together to stop a fiery catastrophe.
When someone comes after the rock band Brianna Jones works with, she must not only embrace the fire nymph within herself, but also the growing desire she feels for bounty hunter and dragon shifter Tyler Dragos. Together, they will try keeping not only the band members, but Bree safe from the dark mage hounding the Dragos Clan.
Ghostly tendrils of awareness crawled down the back of Bree's neck, making the hair stand up and her skin itch. Someone was watching her. Bree worked around the stage, ignoring the rambunctious laughter and talking, glancing around the stadium every few minutes in hopes of catching her phantom watcher.
Running wires along the stage, she connected the charges for the band's pyrotechnics. This was the Grave Diggers' first of three nights performing in Phoenix.
The abnormally high temperatures had sweat trickling down her back. Between the heat she wasn't used to, the crowds, and loud noises echoing from the closed dome that wouldn't open until just before the show, Bree was surprised she wasn't losing her mind. As the sensation of being watched persisted, she stopped working and stared into every shadowed nook and cranny in the football stadium.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Then again, what was ordinary about thousands of fans hovering around hours before the show, all dressed up like gothic vampires, witches, werewolves and other supernatural creatures?
It was laughable, really. As if these humans had any idea what such beings were truly like. Vampires weren't pale, glittering creatures. And werewolves didn't just grow a bit of fur on their faces and hands, but shifted into real, if huge, wolves with blazing eyes and dangerous teeth.
As she headed toward the partitioned-off area doubling as backstage, a conga train of mummies decided to block the way, forcing her to stop. Nearby stood a trio of surprisingly normal looking people -- two men and a woman.
Her gaze landed on the tallest of the three. His short brown hair stuck up in fashionable spikes tipped with orange and purple. Clean shaven, his features were strong and masculine, with just a hint of softness. Bree had never seen eyes so amazingly blue. As she watched, his wide lips curled up at the edges, revealing a dimple on his right cheek. His body, long and lean, hinted at muscles just barely hidden beneath his blue jeans and faded red shirt.
He glanced up, and their gazes locked. Heat rushed through Bree, throwing all thoughts out the window. Her heart stuttered. Her breath hitched. The man's magnetism was strong. Fierce.
The other man, almost as tall and just as stunningly masculine, slapped Blue-Eyes on the shoulder. He shook his head, turning back to the little group.
Bree gulped down air. Just what the hell had that been about?
"O'Neil," Blue-Eyes said. "You ready for it?"
The other guy clasped the shoulders of a shorter woman standing between the two men. "You got that right, Ty." O'Neil pulled the woman to his side, laying his hand over the very noticeable bump of the woman's stomach.
The woman smiled dreamily. "We'll be just fine." Her eyes, as blue as Ty's, sharpened, and a scowl twisted her lips. "At least, we will be as soon as we get that information."
"Scott's parents?" Ty asked.
"I hate these dead ends we keep finding," the woman grumpily replied.
O'Neil hugged her tighter. "We tracked down the last lead, but it led here rather than to my parents."
"So that's why I got roped into this," Ty grumbled.
The woman turned a glare his way, stepping away from O'Neil and poking Ty in the chest with her index finger. "You sound like we're bothering you."
He glared back at the woman. His expression darkened, growing hard enough to force a shiver down Bree's spine.
The conga line of mummies ended, clearing the way to backstage. Bree hesitated. She didn't like eavesdropping, but neither could she bring herself to walk away. The pregnant woman might need protection from such an overbearing brute.
With a sigh and half a shake of her head, Bree turned back to the stage. She'd keep an eye on them. The woman had her own man there. If he couldn't take care of any problems...
Bree tweaked a connection, still keeping an eye on the group. If the brute dared lay a hand on the woman, well, she was on a first name basis with Commando Krav Maga. She'd yet to meet an ass she couldn't kick.
Her neck itched again, the hair on her nape standing to attention as goosebumps covered her arms. The watcher was persistent, she'd give him that. Working her way around the stage, she tried to act as if nothing was amiss. She was damn well going to figure out who kept staring at her. Then, she'd make them regret the intrusion.
Thanks so much for having me :) I loved answering the questions, as well as getting to play online trying to find a picture of an actor who’d fit my peoples, LOL.
Posted by Marianne Stephens at 12:01 AM