Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome Tory Michaels to the blog today to chat about life and her newest releases
Tory, can you please share with us a little about yourself
I still flail around at how to answer this question. Unfortunately, I’ve got a fairly boring life. 3 kids (twin 18 month girls, 6 y/o boy), husky, husband, and I work as a legal assistant in a corporate law firm. I’ve lived in California, Oregon, Washington, Florida and Colorado. Oh, and I was born with a congenital heart defect!
Have you always wanted to be an author?
Technically, no. I wanted to as a kid, right up until just before I got married and the desire faded into the background. But about 3 years ago, it roared back with a vengeance and I got published after learning how to actually write a decent (in my opinion, fantastic!) book.
What is your most interesting writing quirk?
I don’t have as many as I did. I used to need to multi-task (i.e., have Facebook and Tweetdeck open as I tried to write), but finally got out of that habit. It’s helpful to have music on, but again, have found that’s not absolutely necessary. Probably my #1 thing is I canNOT have my children roaming around as I try. Even the hubby isn’t a good idea, just because I can’t concentrate if other people are around (unless it’s at Starbucks, and then I’ve got my headphones in and have zoned out on the world).
Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)?
I have two books out, Blood Rage and Blood-Mage Rising, as part of the Dream-Walker War. They take place in an alternate reality Earth where non-humans are out of the shadows and are well integrated into mainstream society (they came out in 1929).
Rage is paranormal romance with an urban fantasy edge to it. Dara MacKechnie’s nicely ordered life is thrown into chaos when her ex-lover, Anthony Caldwell, shows up expecting her to help him find a group of terrorists who are trying to inflame the international community against the vampires (or so they think for the course of the book).
Blood-Mage Rising takes place at the same time as Blood Rage, but follows the investigations into the Aristocrats (the terrorist organization from Blood Rage) from the perspective of Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught, minor characters introduced in Rage. They learn that there is far more to the Aristocrats than simply pissing humans off toward the vampires, and the reader discovers who exactly is the man behind the Aristocrat organization (though Chris and Jordan don’t).
How did you come with the idea for this story?
It started with Blood Rage (with a totally different title, plot, everything except the characters). As I wrote it for the third time (during which writing the title Blood Rage emerged), the idea of someone trying to start a war between humans/non-humans really stuck to me. It was as I wrote a book which will never see the light of day unfortunately (it doesn’t fit the timeline after I put together Blood-Mage Rising) that the idea of what Ares was ultimately after came to me. I love getting to see how very similar the world is, and yet very different because of the needs that non-humans would put on the system.
Can you share with us your current work(s) in progress?
My latest book, which I’m hoping will be complete and just about ready to submit by the time this blog post goes up is the third book in my Dream-Walker War series. It’s the resolution of the romance arc between Christine and Jordan, along with the race to stop Ares from fulfilling his plan to bring Atlantis back to our world (this isn’t really a spoiler, considering it will in the book blurb I’ve got in mind).
Who is the one author that you would love to meet someday and why?
Sadly, I’ll be stereotypical and say Nora Roberts. She’s the queen. I’ve met Christine Feehan, or she would have been my pick. I think Nora has an incredible backlist and has done just about everything a writer can do in the romance genre, and yet her work comes out feeling fresh in almost every book she puts out (there have been a couple of exceptions, but when you write at the pace she does, a little slacking off can be forgiven).
What is the best piece of advice you would give to someone that wants to get into writing?
If you think it’s easy, go find something else to do. Sure, sometimes writing can be easy, but then you get to the revisions, the edits, and learning how to write. I did that with my various version of what became Blood Rage. Rage is the book in which I learned to write for more than just myself. I had great plot ideas, but I didn’t fully comprehend the need for tension and pacing until then.
Can you share with us something off your bucket list?
Let’s see, travel to Egypt and Iran to immerse myself in their culture and history. Egypt, I can see doing some day. Iran, with all the problems currently going on over there…not so much, unfortunately.
What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?
Heart of Atlantis, by Alyssa Day. It’s the last book in her Warriors of Atlantis series and FINALLY tells Alaric’s story. And lemme tell you, she’s an RWA chapter-mate and it was a little awkward admitting I was working on an Atlantis series too, though it’s very VERY different from hers of course.
Is there anything else you would like to add?
Thanks for having me here today! I really appreciate it and hope you’ll all check my books out, or at the very least come by my blog from time to time. I have lots of interviews with other authors. You can discover some great reads that way. J You also get sneak peeks at what I’m working on.
Tory Michaels
The Dream-Walker War Tour
Blood Rage
The Dream-Walker War, Book 1
Evernight Publishing
Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
2/8/12
Evernight Publishing / AmazonUK / AmazonUS / BookStrand / AllRomance / B&N
Blurb:
For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.
The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.
The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it. Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.
Excerpt:
Instinct helped her draw back before she took more than she should. Dara sucked in air, trying to wipe away the addictive taste of him even while she absorbed the new details about his true nature.
“Good lord,” she said against his throat. “Wow doesn’t seem quite adequate.” The exchange was bliss itself, but ultimately left her unfulfilled. Her body throbbed with it, and she felt the same need in him, rock-hard desire pressing up against her core through their clothes. Dara shifted, trying to alleviate the pressure trapped between her thighs.
Anthony’s arm around her waist tightened, holding her still. He groaned, teeth grinding together. “I suggest, my pet, you stop moving if you wish me to remain a gentleman. There’s a reason exchanges take place during sex.”
Her mouth fell open. Chris had mentioned something of that nature on more than one occasion.In for a penny, in for a pound, Dara reasoned. It would be better than walking away right then, knowing they wanted the same thing. Maybe a second night would quench the lust, and she could let go of the need, the hunger for him he created just by breathing.
She shifted, straddling his lap to settle more firmly against the erection that bulged in his jeans and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt reckless right then. A second night wouldn’t hurt anyone or anything. Dara found the notion liberating. “Do you really want me to stay still, Tony?”
His dark eyes glittered with familiar intensity as he clutched her hips. His mouth curled up at one corner. “Don’t call me that.”
“What?” She leaned forward and nuzzled the side of his neck, just above the tiny marks from where she had bitten him, and reached for the button on his jeans. “I don’t know. I rather like it. Sarah might be onto something with that. Tony Caldwell, man about town. Maybe I can convince you to like it.”
Anthony groaned as she slid the zipper down, shifting back on the couch. “Unlikely, but you can always try to convince me. What do you propose to do?”
Dara trailed her fingers just inside the waistband of his pants, toying with the firm flesh there. “I have an idea or two. It might be easier if you took your pants off though.”
“Are you going to reciprocate?” He set her own her feet before standing, towering over her.
She grinned up at him, easing the pants over his narrow hips until she could cup the rampant erection he sported. “Wasn’t planning on it quite yet.”
He shucked the pants off the rest of the way, kicking them to one side. A heartbeat later, his shirt joined the heap on the floor. Dara leaned back to admire the gorgeous sight he made, standing there totally nude. Oh, to have her camera, take a picture to remember this night for the rest of her existence, long after they moved on. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs leading down to his waist, with only a faint sprinkling of body hair.
She slowly circled him, trailing her fingertips over his middle, watching with delight as goosebumps rose in their wake.
****
Anthony held up his hands, watching her as she paused in front of him, clearly debating her course of action. It was a bit of a role reversal, as he was well-used to having her naked while heremained clothed. But he was inclined to give her her head and see where she led. “Now what?”
“Sit.” In that effort, she rested her hands, silky smooth and warm, on his chest to urge him down.
Yes, he liked this more decisive, assertive woman. He cherished the memory of her innocence and enthusiasm, but he found it quite alluring, a woman who knew what she wanted. And clearly she wanted something beyond the obvious. He settled back on the couch, arms spread along the back. If he didn’t, he’d reach for her and end this now. Control, Anthony, control.
His breath caught in his throat when she dropped to her knees between his legs and took him in her hands, stroked along his length. His world narrowed to just the two of them, everything not her fading rapidly as he thought only of the soft hands caressing him, something he’d long feared might never happen again. Anthony groaned. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”
A tiny, teasing smile crossed her face. “La petite mort, yes. That’s certainly the idea,” she said, cupping his balls. Warm breath tickled the length of him as she spoke.
His hands clenched into fists. He wouldn’t be able to take much of this, or he’d thoroughly disgrace himself by coming too soon. When she took him in her mouth, his eyes crossed. Gods, yes. If Odin himself popped in and offered to take him off to Valhalla, he would turn the god down in a heartbeat, just to stay like this. It’d been so long.
****
Dara allowed herself a satisfied mental smile at his raspy growl and swirled her tongue around his cock, continuing to caress him. He’d never let her get away with calling him Tony, but it’d been an excellent segue to this.
Her eyes closed as his fingers speared into her hair, massaging her scalp even as he slowed her pace.
“Such a talented mouth, pet,” he said, tugging strands free from the braid trailing down her back. “I’ve miss this so damned much.”
The words echoed round and round her head, and she hummed with satisfaction, drawing another long, tortured groan from him. And then voices from the past exploded from her subconscious, rough hands pulling at her. Such a good little pet. Dara choked.
“No!” She fell back, scrabbling away on the floor. Voices pressed in on her, upper-crust British accents, laughter, and pain. The newly recovered memories dug their claws in, and she buried her face in her knees, trying to force them back.
Blood-Mage Rising
The Dream-Walker War, Book 2
Evernight Publishing
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
4/12/12
Evernight Publishing / Amazon UK / AmazonUS / BookStrand / AllRomance / B&N
Blurb:
In the eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived side by side, relatively at peace. In an attack that leaves his wife dead, Jordan MacNaught is caught up in the start of a war meant to turn the other races against the vampires. He knows beyond a doubt the vampires of yesteryear are not involved in the attacks. They’re all dead, except for him.
Jordan asks for Chris Javert’s help in hunting those who murdered his wife. She’s no stranger to hunting vampires. After all, she nearly destroyed Jordan when she ended the reign of his Aristocrats in Europe two hundred years ago.
Excerpt:
Despite the disturbing turn to her daydream, the shower centered her. It certainly ended her bout of the hornies. When she exited the frosted glass enclosure into the steam and gardenia-scented room, Chris could face the world, and Jordan, again. Cool marble tile provided a sharp contrast against the balmy miasma blanketing her. She needed to get dressed and back to work.
“It’s about time you got out,” Jordan said as he materialized, seated on the edge of the counter between the sink bowls. His legs dangled over the edge.
“Son of a—” Chris yelped and leaped for her towel.
He blinked slowly, warning, and she just caught herself before the last word slipped out. The last time she called him a son of a bitch, he buried her alive for disparaging his mother. For some reason, he objected to the pejorative, even though rumor had it he’d killed his mother at some point. She clutched at her towel like a shield.
“What are you doing in here?”
“To quote a certain someone, I should think that it’s fairly obvious. I wanted to talk to you.” He flashed a smile, fangs just barely showing, and leaned his weight back on his palms. “You know, Chrissy, if you’d just given me a bit longer, you wouldn’t have had to resort to alternative methods.”
She might be claustrophobic, but right then she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Dear God. Her reflection turned a nice, brilliant, beet red, and she looked around for her bathrobe, finally finding it slung over the door that separated the toilet from the main portion of the room. “Mother of Lorminstra, you perverted jackanapes!”
Jordan blinked again, the picture of innocence. “I am the perverted one? Which one of us just masturbated in the shower?”
This absolutely can’t be happening. Please let this be a continuation of the weird-ass dream. Chris snatched her robe down and yanked it on, surreptitiously pinching her side in the process. Pain flared and dissipated. Unfortunately, the bathroom invasion continued unabated.Damn, no dream. She belted the flimsy scrap of silk, not feeling much more secure than with the towel. “You could have waited five minutes.”
“I did. Then, when you still didn’t emerge, I thought I’d wait in here.”
Since the universe didn’t see fit to rescue her by sending a great bolt of lightning or a tsunami to kill her, she needed to brazen the situation out. And had her shower really taken that long? Good lord.
“What was so important you couldn’t wait? And while there’d better not be a next time, next time let me know you’re there. I could have finished…ah, I could have gotten, ah, ….”
There really wasn’t a good way to end that statement, and she floundered. He didn’t seem inclined to rescue her either, judging by his grin. Asshole. The recently departed headache began to squeeze her temples again.
“I wouldn’t have enjoyed it half as much if I had interrupted, unless I joined in.”
“Well, why didn’t you?” In her brief glimpse before she bent at the waist and flipped her hair over her head to begin toweling it dry, she got good visual confirmation that he definitely enjoyed the view. Must have been in mist form to see much, given the frosted glass that surrounded the shower.
“And get my clothes wet? Don’t be absurd.”
“A normal person would join me.” She wrung her hair out with more force than strictly necessary. “Now, explain what was so important you felt the need to become a Peeping Jordan, and then get out!”
“I think you need to have another go in the shower, if you’re still this waspish.”
Anthony would thank her if she killed him.
“I’ll make this brief. You’re fond of gambling, aren’t you?”
“What of it?” She continued to rub viciously with the towel, not sure she followed him yet. “I’m fond of lots of things.”
“Earlier, you propositioned me.”
Chris choked. “I did no such thing!”
“Then what would you call it?”
“Losing my mind.”
Jordan chuckled. From her upside down position, she saw his legs stop swinging as he leaned forward. “I propose a bet. Just to make our time a little more interesting, although I doubt it will beat what I just saw.”
She purposely ignored the latter half of his statement. Finished with her scalp she moved on to the longer portion of her hair.
“If you win, I will walk the straight and narrow for, hmmm. Two decades should be impetus enough, even for you. While not admitting to having done anything that might get me in trouble under your country’s Rights and Responsibilities Act, I promise not to indulge in any of my more exotic entertainments for that period. No murder, no torture, nothing of that nature.” Her eyes widened, and she stood, towel held loosely in her right hand. “I thought that might garner your exclusive attention.”
Mouth dry, she swallowed hard. For that offer, he wanted something big in return. “And if I lose?”
“I get your blood. More specifically, we forge a blood-bond.”
No chance in hell.
Though she wanted to say the words, she didn’t. If she rejected him out of hand without a good reason, he might wonder. Vampires commonly shared blood. It wasn’t safe for her to do, since most people would feel obligated to turn her over to the Circle for execution if they figured out what she was.
She couldn’t dismiss the possibility he’d offered the bet to see how desperate she was to avoid sharing blood. In that case, she should say yes and win, no matter the cost.
“Quite the stakes. What’s the bet?”
Author Bio:
Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.
Author Links
Tory Michaels Website / Facebook/ The Dream-Walker War Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads
Great blurb, looking forward to starting the series. Thx for giveaway.
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Thanks for stopping by to say hi, Lona, and thanks for joining me on Twitter. 🙂
I am very excited to add this to my TBR! Great interview!
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Equally excited to hear you added them to your TBR list! Hehe. Hi and thanks for stopping by.
These book sound great! Thanks for the chance to win!
You’re quite welcome. Glad you like the sounds of the books. They were (and continue to be) fun to write!
I’ve not read any of Tory’s books but the excerpts sure sound interesting. Will be sure to check them out. Thanks for the chance to win.
Glad to hear it. You can find longer excerpts on Amazon (first couple chapters of both books are there).
Fun interview! Thanks for the excerpt from both of Tory’s books – this really sounds like an interesting series.
Musical words to an author’s ears! Thanks for coming by, Maria. Sorry for the delay in responding.
thx u for ur generosity 🙂
Glad to do it. Hope you’ll check me out!
Thanks for the giveaway. Please enter me in contest. I would love to read this book. Tore923@aol.com
thanks for the excerpt. looking forward to read this ^^
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Thanks for the chance to win!
after read the excerpt I’m looking forward to read this
Sounds like a great series! Thank you for the giveaway.
Sounds great! Thanks for the giveaway 🙂
Hi Tory –
How is your health? And your heart? My younger sister was also born with a congenital heart defect. You are a busy bee with twin girls and their older brother plus working, writing and taking care of the home!
Thanks for the contest/giveaway!
Best of health to you,
Lea Ellen {night owl in IL}
Thanks for the giveaway! I must add these books to my TBR list 🙂