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Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?
First of all thank you so much for having me!
Since I was a child I have been drawn to paranormal stories. I grew up on Goosebumps and Fear Street. In seventh grade, my teacher gave us a Halloween assignment to write a scary story. I realized at that point (I got an A, by the way) that I enjoyed writing as much as reading and would write silly stories for my friends with characters inspired by our group. Most of those stories were paranormal in some way, so it was only natural that when I got an idea for satyrs that needed nymphs to make them human again that it be paranormal romance.
The draw to paranormal romance is that you can bend the rules. There are still lines drawn. Magic can only take you so far before the limitations create additional conflict. It lets you escape from the ordinary world you live in and into one that is truly escapism. Knowing the satyrs I wrote, if they showed up in real life my gut reaction would be to run away. But secretly I might want them to catch me.
What world-building/research is required?
As I said above, there has to be rules. I have Greek gods in my world, and with that they have magical abilities. Pan is a wild card in that he never learned the limitations of what he could do. It gives me more wiggle room in his regard, but for all the other characters they can't do all the things he can. For flashbacks I have to research not only mythology but Greek history. The clothing. The landscape. The cities. Melancton and Evander will have the most historical research required for their books as one was a soldier and the other a prince. For book one I watched several tv programs about the Jersey Devil and read about the Pine Barrens for what seems like months. I am doing the same research on the Blue Ridge Mountains as that is the setting for book two.
Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.
While writing Wicked Satyr Nights, Katerina showed me that no matter how good you think you are at your job, you are never perfect. Pan taught me not to stress about it though because if I am not having fun and enjoying myself then none of it is worth it. Therefore, I don't worry if anyone hates my book because I wrote it for me. I wrote it for fun. But it does make me happy when people do enjoy it. I have gotten mostly positive feedback.
Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
I can't skip ahead. I have to write from beginning to end, even if I get stuck and frustrated along the way. If I skip ahead it causes more work for me later because I can't figure out where the dynamic shifts occurred and feel like there isn't a fluid shift. And since my creative writing professor turned me into the reviser from Hell, I end up spending more time revising chapters I have written before writing chapters that aren't written.
Are you a plotter or pantser?
Plotter for the most part. You probably got that from my answer to the previous question. I make a general outline of the main points in the timeline. However, all the scenes between the major plot points I let happen on their own. Hermes showing up in Wicked Satyr Nights wasn't supposed to happen till the final chapter. He surprised me by showing up earlier. Since I revise everything within an inch of its written life after the first draft is done, a lot of those unplanned scenes and moments will change along the way.
Look to your right – what’s sitting there?
My cat, asleep on her scratching post throne thingy. She glanced up at me briefly when I looked at her. She seems content as though she knows I am telling the world of Her Cat Excellency.
Anything new coming up from you? What?
I am currently nearing the halfway point in Under the Satyr Moon, book two in the Curse of the Satyroi series. I am hoping to have this finished this fall. I got behind schedule when I moved a few months ago. This one is about one of the Arcadian satyrs, Ariston, who is the first satyr to actually have a shot at breaking his curse. But Lily doesn't think she wants to be part of a sketchy sounding ritual with someone she hardly knows…who happens to have hooves and horns.
Do you have a question for our readers?
If you found yourself lost in the wilderness and came across a very handsome satyr, how would you react? (and those who say they would run clearly aren't imaging themselves bumping into Melancton)
When Dr. Katerina Silverton travels into the Pine Barrens to make a documentary on the Jersey Devil, she doesn't believe she will find evidence of anything supernatural. However, Kat soon finds herself face-to-face with the very creature she was sent into the forest to capture on film.
In Ancient Greece, the god Pan made a terrible mistake which resulted in the creation of a race of immortal satyrs. Centuries later, he lives secluded in the Pine Barrens, frightening the mortals by taking the guise of an abhorrent local monster. When a beautiful woman shows up in his forest looking for proof of his existence, Pan can't resist revealing himself to her.
But outside forces may be manipulating them both, pushing them together for nefarious reasons. Kat must decide if she could learn to love a satyr or if his appearance is more than she can handle. Can she resist Pan's wicked nature, or will she give into the temptations beyond her wildest fantasies?
Enjoy an excerpt:
He flapped his leathery wings, and gaining air, Pan swooped down in front of Rick first, shielding himself from the camera lens as he did. The footage would show no visible evidence of him to make believers out of the humans who would view it. As with the first time he toyed with them, he knew sound effects could be easily added from an unseen location, so he wasn't worried about being heard.
Cindy noticed the threat to her husband and shined the light in his eyes, hoping to blind him. He couldn't blame her for not knowing he wasn't a mere animal to be deterred by such a feeble attempt. His eyes adjusted easily to any location and most levels of brightness or darkness. But since he was going for dramatic...
He used his wing to slap the spotlight out of her hands. It skidded across the dirt road with a loud clatter. The light flickered once, twice, dimmed and finally went dead. The moon cast enough light to outline the individuals present, but offered little more than that. Cindy took a few steps back and tripped, landing hard on her ass. She immediately began scrambling backward, attempting to regain her footing.
Rick stepped in front of her, shielding her. He hadn't shut down the camera, but slowly he set it down, probably hoping the beast before him was too stupid to realize what a camera was. Keeping his hands out in nonthreatening gesture, Rick slowly stood up and began to back away. He remained between Pan and Cindy. How very noble.
Pan smiled, though in this form it likely appeared as a snarl. Pushing off from the ground once more, he knocked Rick to the ground, causing Cindy to tumble back down as well. Neither concerned him.
With a gust of air, he pushed upward, flapping his wings as he gained height. The trees made it difficult, but he maneuvered through them like he'd been born to fly. He glided under a low branch toward Katerina.
She dropped to the ground as he went over her head, dodging him. His adrenaline shot through his system, almost as invigorating as an orgasm in itself. He was pleased she wasn't going to be caught easily. The hunt would make the capture so much more satisfying.
Katerina was almost to the van when Pan landed on the top of the vehicle and perched in front of her like a gargoyle, crouched with one hand on the edge of the roof. His wings folded and towered above him as he leered down at her, sizing her up. She stared up at him, mouth open in a scream that provided no sound. He watched as a tear streaked down her face, and he felt it like a sucker punch to the gut.
She was terrified of him. He stood no chance with her now, and he knew it. However, if he gave up and let her go, she'd flee the area and give up her film. She should flee and leave the area. It was the best thing for her to do. The only thing that would keep her safe from his lecherous thoughts.
No. She is mine.
The last time he'd felt a strong connection to someone, he'd let her slip through his fingers and into the path of harm before he could see if anything more could have blossomed between them. Not again. Fuck waiting to see why she was here. He wasn't going to let her leave or stand by as something happened to her.
About the AuthorRebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She has worked as both a content editor and cover artist for epublishers, and still does. Always feeling the need to be creative, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat.
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