Ten years ago Tristan Shane had failed to pick sides and he paid with the ultimate price—his family. Enslaved as a post-apocalyptic gladiator, he is now faced with a similar dilemma, serve the despot Queen and murder her innocent sister, or face certain death himself. What will he choose?
Tristan Shane was a moderate before the nuclear and economic crisis which plunged the world into darkness. While his sister Aidia ran off to fight the rebel’s war he desperately tried to hang onto normalcy and lost his wife and children in the process. Spending the next ten years as the Crown’s favored and the mob’s favorite Gladiator, he never expects to meet the Queen’s sister, Alexandra, a Healer.
She claims to be the much whispered about Savior sent to heal the wounded Earth and oceans, the one who would bring about her cruel sister’s dethroning. But is she? Or is she just a fraud? But he quickly learns her erotic touch has the power to heal his heart and his to save her life. But as the passion heightens and the danger increases will they have forever or will he have to give up everything to save the planet?
(Q) Thanks for stopping by my blog! Let’s start with the basics: where are you from?Is there any place online you’d like to direct us to learn more about you?
I’m from Louisville , KY
http://Ctreative-Chatter.blogspot.com and http://amylmccorklekentuckyauthor.webs.com
(Q) I always love hearing about how the idea for a particular book came about. Please fill us in on how you got the idea for Gladiator.
(Q) I always love hearing about how the idea for a particular book came about. Please fill us in on how you got the idea for Gladiator.
It was really a
three step process, I was looking for something to write about. I saw the cover
of a Harlequin Love Inspired historical with a gladiator on its cover. I heard
the music from the movie gladiator, and finally I read about a futuristic YA
mystery all of that came together to create my story.
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
Not the ones you’d
expect. I’d say my favorite author is Kurt Vonnegut. Slaughterhouse Five was
just a revelation to me as a high schooler. But there are just too many others
to name.
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
Eat, drink copious amounts of
coffee, and read, and go to the movies.
(Q) If you could describe your ideal writing spot, where would it be?
A
bookstore.
What music would you listen to (if at all)? Depends on the project.
What treats would you have on hand? Coffee and sour slices.
(Q) Plotter or pantser? Both? Neither?
(Q) Plotter or pantser? Both? Neither?
Always a pantster. (Yay for Pansters!)
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on?
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on?
I’m about to start
work on the third book in the Gladiator Chronicles.
(Q) What kinds of marketing do you think are the most successful in terms of getting your name/book out there?
Wow I think if you’re talking ebooks you have
to do different things. You have to have an online presence. Yahoo groups, FB
writing groups, Fan pages, personal profiles, Twitter and at least an author
website. Maybe some advertising and
reviews.
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(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
She leaned in close and whispered seductively, “Why, you know I only want you, Tristan.”
He snatched her up by her throat, pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately, brutally, and without clemency. When he pulled away she was smiling with a darkness that made him angry. She was a power-hungry mongrel who played on her husband’s weaknesses and jealousies. Tristan hated her. And he hated himself for f***ing her. But this was his life. He let go of her and walked away.
“Is my poor Gladiator jealous? There’s really no need for that, is there? You know you’re my favorite.”
“What is it you really want, Veronica?”
She came up behind him and seductively began to ease off his armor. He was covered in sweat and blood and he felt her shiver against his body. And as always there was a twinge of nausea that would precede the raw animal aggression.
She turned him around. He looked at her. There was no doubt about it; she was beautiful. But she was poisonous—a rattlesnake with crystal green eyes and flaming red hair. Her father had promised peace and a return to normalcy and democracy in the wake of economic and nuclear disaster, and instead this was what had become of the world. And she was no doubt always enjoining her father to maintain her life in this fashion. He loathed her. He detested her. And every time he had sex with her his intense hatred for himself deepened a little bit more.
