Tell us about yourself.
I was born in Berkeley, California USA and raised in Orinda, California; Columbo, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka); and New Delhi, India. During my childhood I traveled throughout Asia and Europe, as well as throughout the USA with my family. I have been writing professionally since 1978, mostly as a copywriter for advertising, marketing and public relations, I am divorced and havs an adult son. I now live in Southern California.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I was always a storyteller; before I could read and write I drew my stories, sometimes like comic strips, sometimes just as illustrations. Throughout school I shined in writing. I served as Editor of my junior high school newspaper. I shined even brighter as a writer at university, where I majored in film studies and minored in mass communications.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I like to read erotica, including vampyr erotica. I also write erotica, most recently vampyr erotica.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
What is your current release or project?
Creatures of The Night, an erotic vampyr love story.
Tell us about the key characters
Sarah is a budding author who is writing a novel about vampyrs, when she happens to meet a genuine vampyr, Trevor, in the all-night coffeeshop they both frequent. The two fall in love very quickly!
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Vampyrs feature in almost every aspect of Sarah’s life. Her stories are filled with them. Her rich imagination has nothing on the real thing.
In her local cafe, she meets a man who sweeps away her imaginary world of vampyrs as he introduces her to the real thing.
Sarah discovers a world of intrigue and danger as she and Trevor learn to savor each other. Her ex and his ex create havoc as the two grow closer.
Can they survive their pasts to create a future filled with passion and love?
Share an excerpt
“I see you here nearly every night, working hard. Are you writing a novel?”
“Why, yes,” Sarah answered, turning to look at the source of the slightly mid-Atlantic-accented voice. She found herself facing a very trim, black-shirted midriff. She raised her head to meet the warm, smiling face of her mystery man gazing down at her. She was struck by just how handsome he was, by those rich dark eyes that gazed into hers. When did she get so lucky?
“I guess it’s more than obvious,” she continued, smiling up at him. She couldn’t help but hope she’d be spending some time with this handsome stranger, and perhaps more. She could use a little romance in her life. It had been four months since she broke up with James, after all, and this man seemed promising.
“If I’m not interrupting you, would you mind very much if I joined you?”
“Not at all.” Please do. She gestured towards the other seat at her table. “I was just finishing up for the evening and would welcome the company.”
“Wonderful, I’ll be right back.” Trevor fetched his coffee cup and got a refill before returning to Sarah’s table and sitting down.
“And what are you writing about?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
His smile was richer and even warmer, if that was possible. “I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” It was a wish he had never held over the last 200 years, as he enjoyed being a vampyr, but he liked the way it sounded.
“It’s about vampires, a whole community of them.”
“Yes, really.” She flashed him a broad and utterly disarming grin.
“Do you believe in vampyrs?”
Sarah smiled as her face grew hot. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I do. Or maybe I just want to believe in them.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” There was so much warmth and kindness in that rich voice that Sarah couldn’t help but feel drawn to this striking man.
“Perhaps I could help you with your book. I am, you see, a vampyr myself. And by the way, we spell it v-a-m-p-y-r.”
Sarah laughed. “Thanks for the tip.”
“No, truly, I am, in all seriousness, a vampyr.”
Sarah stared at him, dumbfounded.
Trevor placed a hand over hers “I don’t mean to alarm you, but we do exist, and for the most part are harmless.”
“So, you actually feed on human blood?” She laughed again. This was the wildest pickup line she’d ever experienced, even for a man as pale as this one. Could it actually be possible? Did the undead truly exist? She had to admit that she had always suspected they were real.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Probably the scene in which they go to see the original Christopher Lee Dracula film, Horror of Dracula!
What advice would you give a beginner?
I’ll share with you what playwright Tennessee Williams told me: “If you’re a writer you just have to write, there’s no question about it. And good luck to you!”
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