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Thank you to Robyn for answering all my questions.
Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?
I write romance because to me, as a reader and an author, it’s important to know that no matter how bad things get in the story that everything will work out happily ever after. I’ve always been drawn to several genres, from sci fi to historical, but sci fi was one of my first loves. My dad and I watched reruns of classic Star Trek together when I was a kid, and the idea of exploring new worlds and saving the galaxy stuck with me.
What research or world-building is required?
Everyone does world building a bit differently. I approach it from the perspective of a role playing gamer, because I’ve spent a lot of time playing RPGs and running other players through them. I imagine what I’d need to know in order to explain a scene to my players and think of what questions they would ask. You never know when someone’s going to insist on traveling through the impenetrable forest, so you’d better know what’s on the other side.
Name one thing you learned from your hero or heroine.
Never underestimate a sculptor. Talena, the main heroine in Nightfall, informed me that even though she’s not a fighter like Dack or Carmen, she’s not afraid to pick up a pistol and shoot back at the bad guys.
Any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
I can’t write without noise. Many authors need silence to avoid distraction, but for me silence is a distraction. If it’s quiet, it makes me paranoid. I prefer music, and I’m addicted to my film score station on Pandora, but I also can write while the TV’s on. One of my favorite shows to write to is Ghost Hunters.
Plotter or pantser?
Yes, both. I try to create an outline before some books, especially if it’s a project for National Novel Writing Month. Having some sort of structure helps me to keep writing if I’m stuck on a scene or a chapter, because I can skip it and move on to the next. Nightfall, however, was a book that came to me and demanded that I write it, so I discovered it as I went along.
Look to your right – what’s sitting there?
My cat, Basement Cat. He is staring at me, trying to telepathically inform me that it is dinner time and I should walk away from the computer. I am allergic to cats, and yet we have two of them. My roommate and I often post pictures of them on Twitter, because they’re a constant source of cuteness. They’re also a constant source of destruction, yowling, epic kitty wrestling matches, and cat hair, but we don’t mind. Much.
Anything new coming up from you? What?
Fire in the Blood, the next installment of my urban fantasy romance series, the Bad Witch books, will be released in November. I’m currently working on the sequel to Nightfall, Morningstar, and I’m having a ridiculously fun time torturing the hero.
Do you have a question for our readers?
Who is your favorite romance hero? I loved writing Dack in Nightfall, and he’s one of my favorite heroes from my own books. Recently I was able to get my favorite Dark-Hunter books (Dance with the Devil and Seize the Night) signed by Sherrilyn Kenyon at a conference. I may have jumped up and down afterward and squealed with fan girl joy. I love Zarek and Valerius.
When a wounded runner stumbles into her workshop, sculptor Talena Spenser’s comfortable, quiet life is shattered. Aiding the escaped slave risks losing more than just her freedom. She is in phase, when Cy’ren females are overwhelmed by the drive to mate.
Mordacki Loren, shadow sword of House Nightfall, knows the pain of losing a mate. He never intended to take another. But Talena, raised by humans with little knowledge of Cy’ren ways, leaves him no choice. As the mating lust consumes them, Dack promises to honor her wishes—even if that means letting her go.
Scarred and hardened by a munitions accident that sent her Alliance career up in flames, Carmen Hawke joined the Cy’ren resistance as captain of the flagship Talon. When old flame Dack returns from a mission with Carmen’s childhood friend and first love, Talena, in tow, the temptation to allow someone—or two someones—close to her again cracks her emotional armor.
Pursued by an unknown enemy, the trio works together to discover the secrets of Talena’s past, and to uncover a threat that could destroy the fragile peace of the Cy’ren homeworld.
Warning: If the epic space battles, gunfights and swordplay aren’t enough to get you going, strap yourself in for a male-female-female threesome that’s scorching enough to fire your engines into overdrive.
When they reached the docking level, Talena hesitated at the door leading into the terminal. “This is as far as I can take you.”
“Come with me.” Dack placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shied away as though the contact burned.
Tempting, far too tempting. She licked her lips as she resisted the sudden desire to kiss him, stepped back and bumped into the wall behind her. “No. I’m happy here. At least I was, until you showed up. Now go.”
“Don’t you want to be free?”
Talena frowned. He thought she was still a slave? “But I—” she began, but was interrupted by the flare of a laser bolt exploding near them.
“The door,” Dack shouted as he drew his weapon and returned fire.
Talena slapped her palm against the scanner as a volley of bolts hit the walls around them. The door opened and Dack grabbed her arm and hauled her with him as he charged through it. More shots followed as they rushed into the arrival area, and crew and passengers scattered. The door shut and Dack blasted the scanner, jamming the lock and keeping the security team from following.
They hurried on into the terminal and more shots zinged their way, this time from ahead of them. Dack skidded to a halt next to an arrival counter and ducked behind it, pulling Talena down with him.
“Let go of me,” she demanded.
Dack peered around the corner of the counter and jerked back as a bolt scored the floor near him. “Malenson’s between us and my ship.”
“That’s your problem. Let go!”
“I can’t leave you here. They’ll arrest you.”
“You put a gun to my head. I think they’ll understand.”
The computer screen on the counter above them exploded, raining pieces of plastic over them. Dack grimaced. “The Eppes aren’t real understanding.”
Panic gripped Talena, and she struggled to breathe past the fear. He could be right—she didn’t know about this mysterious Eppes group, but the authorities might not care if she was coerced. She’d helped a runner, and now she was as guilty as he was.
“Stay behind me. I’ll clear the path, you get the door. Ready?” he asked.
No, she thought, but she nodded. Better to get it over with before she fainted from terror.