Please welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Tamela Miles! I’m delighted to have her here today! We’re chatting about life, books, and she’s sharing her new cover for her next book.
I’m serving champagne with strawberries and bruschetta. Get comfy and let’s meet Tamela…
MM: Welcome, Tamela! Thanks for taking the time to visit us today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
TM: Hello, Mary! Thanks for hosting my visit to your blog. I’m happy to chat with you today.
I’m most definitely a night-owl and always have been. My writing energy doesn’t usually come on until around 3pm. A typical writing day begins at this time, with a cup of steaming tea or coffee in my hand. I hit the music on my boom box on my desk to inspire me, with it quietly in the background. I go over what I’ve written the day before and either smile or frown, depending on how much I have to trim off to make the story work. ::laughing:: I sometimes set a goal for the day and strive to hit that goal, no matter what. Other days, I’m more relaxed, simply writing until I feel it’s time to take a break and step away from the PC.
MM: As I often said here…I turn into a pumpkin by 6pm. Typical morning person, lol! Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?
TM: My current WIP is a novella, entitled “Once Bitten”, which is an expanded piece of work based on a short story I wrote for my horror/paranormal compilation, “Rock, Paper, Scissors”, which was published late last year by Broken Publications. It’s a paranormal romance featuring my characters Ash and Delilah. I’ve had a good amount of readers asking if I would ever continue the story and I can now say, “YES! Thanks for waiting patiently and “Once Bitten” is coming soon.” My other WIP is actually a wrap! Novella #3 in my Hell On Heels series, entitled “Hell Hath No Fury”, is now in the hands of The Wild Rose Press and soon to be released.
MM: Amazing! You’re a busy woman, Tamela! What inspires you when you’re writing?
TM: My strongest and deepest source of inspiration when I’m writing is music. I tend to disappear into the writing groove once I get going, especially if it’s the bands Matchbox Twenty, Train, or Maroon 5 on the boom box.
MM: I can definitely relate. Music is my muse. It’s difficult not to write without some melody in the background. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
TM: Besides my boom box, I adore my little metal figurine of a mermaid, which has been with me since I picked it up during one of my flight attendant adventures while working a flight route in Northern California years ago.
MM: Sounds like a treasured keepsake. Now for the fun questions. Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer? Please give me champagne! I rarely drink beer because most of them taste like swill to me.
Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Woohoo! Please give me both. ::laughing:: If I absolutely had to choose, I’d go with the Southern drawl. Southern men have a distinctive charm found nowhere else in the world.
Kilt or Leather pants? Ooh! I’m a sucker for men in leather pants, with the whole rock star thing going on.
Print book or e-reader? Easy! Print books are great but I’ve embraced the e-reader technology.
Thanks again for chatting with me today, Mary! I’m excited at the idea of visiting you again.
Elle Connor’s life is as grim as she had always feared. Years of demon slaying have left her with nothing to show for her trouble. She’s convinced a “normal” life was never meant for her.
Patrick Holt wants nothing more than to be away from the holy wars and has lived quietly for years as an average human. The trouble is that he’s anything but average–he’s a fallen hybrid angel.
When Tagas the guardian angel pairs them up to investigate the brutal slayings of young women in Los Angeles, Elle wants nothing to do with Patrick. As Elle and Patrick begin to understand each other, irritation is forgotten and fiery passion ignites between them. “No ties” is how they both live, but Elle soon begins to long for much more. As they become sucked deeper into the mysterious killings, Elle fears that, in this battle, Hell will win.
Her full lips curved in a gentle smile. “I see what Tagas meant by your superior wisdom and experience. I didn’t mean to come across like a badass demon hunter who knows it all. You hunted demons long before I was even born.”
“So, now I’m old? Thanks.” He clicked off the phone and set it beside him on the seat.
Elle gave a chuckle. “Let’s just agree that you have a glorious past when it comes to slaying demons that has given you certain…um, insights into it that I don’t have.”
Elle watched his expression change, his eyes focusing intently on her as he smiled. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this other, blatantly sensual part of Patrick in such close confines and moved to make more space between them. He moved with her until their shoulders touched.
“I have insights into many other things. Would you like to hear them, Elle?”
The heat of his glance and the softness of his tone made her hyperaware, her skin tingling. She cleared her throat nervously. “Sure, go ahead.”
Patrick’s gaze settled on her parted lips. “Most demon hunters I’ve known take sex where they can find it and never bother with love. They don’t want the responsibility that comes with loving someone else totally. I have lived like that for years, sex with no ties. You’re different from them, you have a softness. I have loved exactly one woman in my life, a human woman. She shared your same innocence of spirit, which drew me to her like a magnet.” He dragged a finger across Elle’s lips, and she let out a little gasp. Damn it, she didn’t want to be caught in his spell, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to him any longer. He leaned in closer, his lips an inch away from hers and spoke softly. “You draw me to you the same way, beautiful Elle.”
He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her open mouth to his and devouring her. She didn’t stop him. He caressed her tongue with his own, tasting her for the first time. She loved the taste of him and leaned in, wanting more. She touched his face with gentle fingertips, and he covered her hand with his for a moment before cradling her head in his hands, deepening the kiss.
She sighed as his lips found the way to her neck, tilting her head back. She held on to his broad shoulders as he teased the shell of her ear with his tongue. She could hear how labored their breathing had become in the silence of their own little world in the back of the SUV. She knew that he wanted no ties and didn’t want any ties herself. She knew that the sting of his eventual rejection if they did have sex would still bother her. At the moment, she didn’t care. Regrets were for later.
The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4425-dark-deliverance.html
And here’s a peek at Tamela’s cover for her forthcoming release!
More about the Author ~
Tamela Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a former flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that tumultuous time known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family in the Inland Empire, CA. She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer mainly because it feels so good having her characters do bad things and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and why they can never seem to change their wicked ways. She enjoy emails from people who like her work. In fact, she loves emails. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org or her Facebook page, Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader reviews and enjoys the feedback from people who love to read as much as she does.