Avery Moore and I connected through a mutual friend. I learned about a new genre with her interview!
Avery Moore is author of dark romances featuring angsty heroes, bad boys, and delicious reverse harems. Always a happy ever after!
Tell us about yourself.
So, I’m Avery! I like to think I’m a bit of a rebel princess. Like, I want a guy to hold a door open for me but smack me on the ass too?
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I was writing stories as a tiny little kid but really I never dreamed that being an author was possible for me until much later.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I obviously adore romance, and all kinds really. I can enjoy a sweet romance but if I had to choose, I’d say I prefer the more steamy read. And away from romance I like a good women’s fiction book, if that’s what they’re called. Authors like Jodi Picoult and Anita Shreve.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
It’s a dark romance, definitely for adults
What is your current release or project?
So Mercy is the first book in the Kings of Cambridge series. It’s a high school bully romance reverse harem, meaning the main character Leah has several love interests and doesn’t have to choose between them. She does, however, have to overcome some pretty tough things to get to the point of having her harem of adoring men!
Tell us about the key characters
Leah is spunky, fierce and tougher than people imagine. She’s been through a whole world of pain and it would be easy to imagine she’s given up – but she’s not going down without a fight!
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
I didn’t choose this.
But here I am: at Cambridge Prep.
Surrounded by rich, entitled brats who all bow down to the three boys they call the Kings of Cambridge.
Three boys so devastatingly handsome, but oh so cruel.
Ace, Hunter and Ricardo.
The boy who broke my heart three years ago, and his two best friends.
Ace summoned me so that they could toy with me, and then…
… destroy me.
But they underestimated me.
I may be broken, but I’m not ready to fall apart.
I’ve survived worse.
Years ago, he told me he was the King.
He called me Queen.
And I’m ready to claim my throne.
Share an excerpt
I raised an eyebrow. I’d only had that one cup of coffee and did not have the bandwidth for this chick’s energy. “You need to turn it down a notch. I’m not late.”
She rolled her eyes and fell into step by my side. “Cambridge Prep is preparing us for greatness. And great people arrive early.”
“Are you for real?” I asked at the same moment as she burst into a snicker. Up close, I saw that her face was covered in freckles and her green eyes were full of mischief. Her skirt was also way shorter than the uniform code specified. She could grow on me.
She held a hand out and I spotted a tiny tattoo on the side of her index finger. She saw my eyes and pulled her hand away, lay her finger across her top lip. The tattoo was a tiny moustache.
“That joke’s going to get old fast,” I said, then shut my mouth. “I’m sorry. That was rude.”
“Rude… but true,” she shrugged. “But it’s fucking hilarious for now. Anyway, I’m Ri.”
“Leah,” I mumbled. Moustache-tattoo-girl seemed nice – actually she seemed hella cool in a rebel way – but I wasn’t ready to drop my guard right away. “So, you hang around the bridge waiting for fresh meat often?”
“You’re kidding?” Ri asked with a smirk. “Cambridge Prep doesn’t take transfers once the year’s started. You’re like, a total celebrity already. I figured I’d come and check you out.”
“Well, here I am, you’ve checked me out.”
“Feisty, aren’t you?” Ri said, then she put the moustache tattoo across her top lip and took on the accent of an upper-class Brit. “We’ll sure beat that out of you, Miss Grouchy Pants!”
“How old are you?” I asked with an eye roll, but I had to admit the girl had a knack for accents.
“Old enough to know better,” she grinned. “And 18, if that was a serious question. We’re in the same House, by the way.”
I nodded. It was too early to know whether that was good news or not. But she’d turned up to greet me, which was more than anyone else had bothered to do. She seemed like my best shot at making a new friend. Lord knows I need all the help I can get with that.
“So, what do I need to know about this place?” I asked. If she was here to check me out, I might as well scope her for information too.
“Oh, nothing,” she spun a strand of hair through her fingers as she spoke.
“I am?” Ri gave a giggle. “Peril of being a redhead. So, you’re a Cali girl, what else do I need to know?”
I narrowed my eyes but batted away the concern. “There’s really nothing to know about me. I’m as dull as people come.”
“Hmm,” Ri pondered. “That’s not true.”
“I appreciate the compliment but you don’t even…”
“It’s not a compliment. I told you, Cambridge Prep doesn’t take students once the years’s started. If they’ve made an exception for you, you must be a big deal.”
“Well, your parents then?”
The plural in her question was like a dagger to my heart. So many kids my age took it for granted, having two parents who loved them enough to stick around for them.
“No,” I snapped.
“Fine, be like that,” she said with a huff as we approached the main building. We climbed the imposing steps together, but she’d put a little more distance between us.
“I’m not being difficult,” I said. I didn’t want to walk through those doors, into this whole new world, having made an enemy instead of a friend. “It’s just… parents are a bit of a touchy subject for me.”
Her eyes widened.
“My dad came here for a job, and my mom… she isn’t around.”
“Is she in jail?” Ri asked with a devilish grin. It was the strangest thing. Nobody was allowed to talk about my mom. I kept my memories of her private and spent time with them, tending to them like a garden. I should have lost my shit, but the question was so ridiculous, so unexpected, I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed until the bell rang out.
“Shit,” Ri interrupted her own laughter. “Now we’re late. Come on, we’ll say you got lost and I rescued you. Deal?”
She held out her pinkie and for a second I thought maybe things were going to be okay after all.
“Deal,” I wrapped my pinkie around hers and then we burst through the doors.
Straight into him.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Ah, now that would be telling… 😉
What advice would you give a beginner?
If you want to write, write. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do it, or that the genre you love to read or write isn’t literary enough.
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Suzanne Smith writes dark romances and I bumped into her on Facebook. I love learning about new genres. Her new book is The Brute and I.
I grew up on the northwest side of Chicago. I attended Wells High School, then North Park College, where I graduated with a BA degree, my major in psychology. Currently, I live in River Grove, a small suburb just outside of Chicago. My days are spent managing a very busy dental office in Chicago’s Gold Coast area. My nights are mostly quiet ones, spent in the company of my two rescue cats, Zilly and H.K. and my dog Sammy, with an occasional night out with friends.
1. Tell us about yourself.
I grew up in Chicago, IL. I went to North Park College and earned a Bachelor Of Arts degree with a major in psychology. I currently live in River Grove, a suburb just outside of Chicago. By day, I am the office manager of a busy dental practice in the Gold Coast area of Chicago. By night, a writer.
2. When did you know you wanted to be an author?
Well, I really didn’t plan on being an author. It just sort of happened. I started taking online writing classes (with a wonderful teacher and editor named Laurie Sanders) a few years ago. My intention was to find a hobby that would keep me busy when I retired not too far in the distant future. I soon became hooked when I realized how stimulating and satisfying it was to bring the characters that I had created in my head to life on the page. The freedom writing gives the writer is phenomenal. Freedom to travel back and forth in time, to go anywhere in this world or any other, to kill someone without consequences. Lol.
3. What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
Though I write romance, I like to read all genres. I just finished reading We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. By no means is this a romance, but it was a fascinating book. Before that, I read a biography of Marcus Aurelius by Frank Mclynn. My current read is Killer Secrets by Zia Westfield. It is a great romantic suspense story, a real page turner.
4. Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
5. What is your current release or project?
The Brute And I, my debut novel, was released in July. It is a dark romance with a strong psychological slant, meaning that the reader will spend as much time in the character’s head as they do in the character’s bed. The book also has a bit of spirituality, and some danger and suspense. The structure is a little different from many romance novels as the beginning starts with the hero and heroine already having fallen out of love. The Brute And I is a standalone book. My current WIP is titled Monsieur Renault. It is about a slightly disfigured masked man (think Phantom Of The Opera on a lesser scale) who falls in love with a whore.
6. Tell us about the key characters
The unlikely hero in The Brute And I is named Marco. He is a young man who has been deeply affected by the premature death of both of his parents. He feels bitter and alone and often acts out his anger. The heroine is named Alex. She is a young woman who has been scarred by years of neglect from her alcoholic father. Unable to deal with her feelings of inferiority and isolation, she suppresses them. After a life changing event and a lot of intensive therapy, Marco and Alex get their HEA ending. But I must say, I make them work for it.
7. What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
The Brute and I
When Marco struts into Gigi’s grill, Alex wonders if she has found the one. When he takes the seat next to her and strikes up a conversation, she is immediately aroused by the heat of his animal magnetism. There is something she sees in his vulnerable, piercing green eyes that touches her heart. She realizes that she wants this handsome man to be more than just her bedmate. She wants him to be her soulmate.
Marco was instantly smitten the moment he fixed his eyes on Alex. There was something about her warm, sympathetic gaze that filled him with hope. Maybe he had a chance to overcome the bitterness and despair that had blighted his life. Perhaps finally some measure of happiness is within his grasp.
The love between them quickly blossoms, but there is a dark cloud on the horizon. For no reason Marco can see, Alex suddenly becomes sullen and withdrawn. He worries that she is slipping away from him. The idea of losing her affection and being forced to retreat back into the cold, black, pit of despair, is more than he can stand. He only knows one way to deal with the pain he is feeling.
Can their love survive the turmoil and grow into something good once more?
8. Share an excerpt.
His thick brown curls were still wild but neatly combed behind his ears. His smooth olive skin was still deeply tanned from the lingering rays of the summer sun. He had lost a little weight overall, but the muscles in his broad shoulders appeared more defined than ever. I had missed everything about him since we had separated. His humor, his tenderness, his intelligence. But nothing more than the warmth of his naked body pressed against mine. My pulse raced as I fantasized about having my way with him right there on the table. Ripping his shirt and Levis off his body and humping him like a dog in heat. I wondered if he felt the same. His eyes locked on mine.
“Why the strange look? What are you thinking about?” His deep sexy voice fueled my erotic image.
“Nothing.” I was glad that the lighting was subdued so he could not see how flushed I was. The mischievous little boy grin on his face made me smile. I knew that stare. It was his silent way of saying that he wanted me without having to put it in words.
“Yeah. I was thinking about nothing too.”
9. Do you have a favorite scene?
I have a few favorite scenes. One is when Jake, Marco’s estranged best friend, reenters the picture. You really get a feel of the dynamic between Marco, Jake, and Alex.
10. What advice would you give a beginner?
I know it’s been said a thousand times, but I would tell an aspiring author to keep writing. Do not get discouraged. Also, write what you want to write about not only what you feel will be acceptable. If you write about what you are passionate about, it will show in your work. Your readers will love you for it.