Interview of Author Amber Kallyn

Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Amber Kallyn!
Latest Book: Dragos 2: Scorched
Buy Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1537


BIO:
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.

Amber loves the paranormal, from dragons to werewolves to vampires. She's currently at work on her next book, probably running around the house acting out a fight scene with her collection of swords and daggers. Or maybe, wishing she had claws to practice the other fight scenes. A voracious lover of the written word, Amber found at an early age that she could read fast. Really fast. She devours novels by the day, novellas by the hour, and is always looking to get her hands on more.

Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: When I opened my email and saw the heading, “Congrats and welcome”, I shakily hovered my hand over my mouse, trying to convince myself to actually open the email. After a few minutes, I managed to click it.

The email popped up, with the line “We’ll be sending your contract soon.”

After sitting there stunned for a good ten minutes, certain they must’ve sent the email to the wrong person, the contract arrived in my inbox.

Then I cried. I jumped up, barely saving my laptop from an unceremonious dumping onto the floor, paced the livingroom while crying harder. Then, I paced some more as I called up my hubby and all my writing friends. I think I shook and cried and paced for a good two hours. :)

Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your hero? Tell us about your hero.
A: In my urban fantasy series, one of my main characters is Hugh Jackman’s twin. Yummy.

And, if they were making a movie about one of my books, I’d get to go meet the actors, right? Right? I swear I wouldn’t become a stalker. Probably.

Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: I usually have a clear picture in my mind while I’m writing. I love doing a photo montage of all my main characters, too. For me, until I “see” them, they’re not fully developed and I have a hard time writing about the characters in-depth. Visuals are good. Very good :)

Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: I have too many hobbies. Really. So I don’t get to spend much time doing any of them. But my favorite ‘relaxing’ thing to do is watch spooky, or corny, horror movies. To me, they rock. I don’t care if it’s someone going around killing people, the monster eating everyone, or the animals changed by radioactivity wreaking havoc. I’m there.

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: Well, I assume the handsome man is my hubby, and the kids aren’t there :) First, we sleep. Uninterrupted. No kids waking us up to let us know their stuffed animal is having a tea party.

Then, we make love on the beach -- without worrying the kids might interrupt. Afterwards, he goes hunting for the nearest Starbucks, food and drink (yes, in that order). I hop on my laptop, make sure the kids are being taken care of and check Twitter and email.

Then, of course, I write :)

Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: I’d like to try writing horror. I grew up with Stephen King and Dean Koontz and they’re still my hero’s. I love horror stories, books and movies both. Just not sure I’d actually be able to write it :)

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=145
http://www.amberkallyn.com
http://amberkallyn.wordpress.com
http://plotmamas.wordpress.com
http://7evildwarves.wordpress.com
http://twitter.com/#!/AmberKallyn
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Amber-Kallyn/119605398111010
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4584263.Amber_Kallyn

BLURB:
A rare Argentinean dragon shifter, Cynthianna "Anna" Hernandez has never known trust, peace or safety, not even by fleeing to the deepest wilds of Canada. When bounty hunter Garreth Dragos shows up during a blizzard, things get complicated as their inner dragons decide they're perfect for each other. Things get worse when the dark mage hunting Anna finds them, sending his creatures to return her to his evil clutches. He's willing to sacrifice anything and anybody to further his quest for power. Together, Anna and Garreth must trust in each other or all will be lost to evil.

EXCERPT:
Cynthianna Hernandez stared at the growling wolf on her cabin porch, his eyes flashing as he crouched for attack. “Silencio,” she commanded.

Wolf whimpered, turning to stare at the trees around them, one paw on the wood, the other poised to dash out into the blizzard.

She sensed the presence of someone here as well as her companion did. That didn’t mean she would foolishly dart out into the storm -- quickly becoming the promised blizzard -- to go find out who, or what, had come to the forest.

Anna clasped the oval locket dangling from the gold chain around her neck. She didn’t have to open it to remember what her beloved padre looked like. Or his final words to her.

“Run. The master is after you.”

Well, she’d done so. How much farther could a dragon run than the coldest reaches of Canada? At least here, the chances of bumping into his creatures were slim.

She hadn’t even seen another dragon during her time wandering this cold, frozen place. Then again, dragons were creatures of heat. The cold hindered their abilities. Only the blood of her mama -- a rare Argentinean dragon, more magic than fire -- helped her function in this weather. Anna could call on those inherent abilities to protect her from the cold.

Most dragons were of European descent. Over the centuries, their magic faded, while their fire increased.

She had the best of both worlds.

And if a dragon would be hard pressed to survive, anyone el stupido to be caught out in the fast approaching storm would soon be dead.

Howls erupted in the forest, less than a mile from her hidden cabin. Wolf whimpered again, inching forward.

“You won’t stand a chance against a pack,” Anna replied, staring out into the white nothingness. “And anyone out there is none of our concern.”

But a pang of worry crept into her chest. Could she really stand by and let someone die?

Clutching her jacket tighter, she mumbled, “I’m el stupido.”

Wolf yelped and trotted into the snow. Anna followed. He ranged ahead, doubling back every few minutes to point her the right way. Ten minutes later, the cold had bitten deep, crawling beneath her jacket trying to freeze her. She called to her dragon magic. Soon, warmth surrounded her, pushing back the cold.

The wind shifted, opening a slim curtain in the white. In front of her, Wolf stood over a body-shaped lump. He growled, snapping at three mangy, starved wolves. Their eyes glowed yellow, reflecting moonlight.

"Regresar," Anna commanded the wild beasts to leave.

The three strange wolves turned their glares to her.

“Regresar,” she repeated, a low growl of her own escaping with the word.

One wolf barked, then as one, they turned and fled. Anna’s wolf faced her, tongue lolling from the side of his sly grin. Then he began digging snow from the body.

“Whoever it is, they’re surely dead by now.” But she knelt down and pushed a thin layer of snow from the person’s face.

Only to catch her breath. The hard, chiseled face seemed familiar. Black eyebrows framed slightly tilted eyes. She dusted off his tangled black hair, then moved to his broad chest. He breathed. Surprise almost made her jerk away.

Brushing a strand of her own long, dark hair from her eyes, she stared at his wide mouth, the square jaw, the dimple in his chin.

This couldn’t be… No. Not her dream warrior. Just because he looked so like the few flashes she’d seen didn’t mean anything. Her dream warrior was merely a figment of her imagination. This man was real.


Anything else you’d like to add?
Thank you so very much for having me :)