Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wednesday guest- Kinley Baker
Kinley read her first romance novel at the age of thirteen and immediately fell in love with the hero and the genre. She lives with her husband and her dog, Joker, in the Pacific Northwest. As a firm supporter of all supernatural lifestyles, she writes fantasy romance, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy. You can find Kinley at www.kinleybaker.com.
What drew you to paranormal romance?
Harry Potter, Charmed and Twilight opened up the world of paranormal for me. When I figured out adult paranormal romances were hot on the market, I flirted with insanity and spent way too much money buying books on my Kindle. After reading a lot of stories about vampires, it was natural my first story was about a vampire. But I settled on Shadow Shifters, Warriors, Healers, Sensitives, Seers and an alternate realm for Ruined. I’m fascinated by the concept of honoring Ancestors as gods and earth-based magic. I’m a strong believer in possibilities. I had to start writing my own stories, because I never got over not getting my letter to Hogwarts, even though I was older than eleven when the series came out.
What is the hardest part of being a writer?
Patience. There’s a lot of waiting in this business. I should probably also add my struggle with restlessness. I’m a little impatient to get this career started. Writing takes a lot of building from the beginning and sometimes it’s hard to write stories when you have no idea if they’ll sell. But it’s hard to write under contract, too. So it’s all hard. I just keep writing, building, learning and dreaming.
What are you working on now?
I’m currently revising Caleb’s story, the second book in the Ruined trilogy. I should be turning in his book within the month, and then I’ll have a better idea of the release date.
And I’m submitting a Dark Fae, urban fantasy romance series.
Jessa is one healing away from death. Under the thrall of her gift, the Court’s Senior Healer risks giving her life in exchange for her patient’s.
Vale is a rebel ruler. When his brother is killed, he’s given the throne and the decree from the Court to produce an heir or lose his family’s hold on the land——and his deceiving advisors aren’t afraid to use murder as a weapon if their directive to stay away from the Senior Healer goes unheeded.
But Vale burns to possess Jessa. The heat between them leaves a wake of smoke, and even the powerful forces above want to bind them forever. Vale taking another would be a betrayal neither could survive.
Their enemies fear a child born of such a powerful Healer and Warrior, but little do they know, the true threat lies in the bond forged in shadows and fused in fire.
"You.” Fury burned hot under Jessa's skin as she glared at Vale. “Who do you think you are, demanding I come live in this castle? You can’t just order your guards to enter a woman’s home and pack up her things.”
“Well, I did.” Vale came around the desk and propped one hip against it, more of a threatening than casual movement. “Someone tried to kill me. It makes sense that I have my Healer close by.”
She released a pent-up breath. “Why couldn’t you have explained that instead of mandating?” Silly. Her imagination had run away with her. The king needed his Healer. But the realization he didn’t want her made her angrier.
“Because I didn’t want to give you the option of saying no.”
She most definitely would have said no.
“If you would have explained your reasoning, I would have complied. Your safety and health come first, even if I—”
“Even if you what?”
“Loathe you.” She bunched her fingers into two fists, seriously tempted to hit him. For all the nonexistent pain it would inflict upon him.
“Do you?” His tone deadened with calm. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“That’s normal.” She brushed off the claim. “I saved your life.”
He moved in a blur. A true Shadow Shifter. One second he stood near his desk, the next he had her in his arms, one locked around her waist and one hand tangled in her hair. Their lips almost brushed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His murmur played down her spine, leaving a tingling trail. His scent invaded her. His voice embraced her like bare skin against satin sheets.
Her heart beat fast, her pulse jumped.
She disliked him, but didn’t want him to let her go.
“Have you been thinking about me?” His soft tone feathered over her flesh.
“Only how much I dislike you.” Lust pulsed in her belly.
He pulled her head back gently by her hair, so they looked straight into each other’s eyes. Their bodies pressed tightly together. “Liar.”