1. Welcome, Karli Rush. For those who might not be familiar with you, would you be a dear and tell the readers a little about yourself? How did you get your start in the writing business?
(Karli) First, I want to say thanks for having me here today. How I got into this business? Let me see? I was visiting a good friend of mine who happened to be a practicing shaman. She sat me down and told me that my spirit was missing something. It was missing creativity, and if I found something that I loved which was also creative then it would bring a balance to me. I am a mother and wife. I am also Native American, although you probably wouldn’t guess to look at me. I am fiercely independent and love to be in the arms of a good man. I obsessed over every Stephen King book I could get my hands on as a teen. I write to be a better writer. I want everyone to “get” my books. I guess once that happens then maybe I will be a decent writer. I love “love” and all the joys of discovery that comes with a new relationship. I also love the fear that hides in the shadows. That’s why I write paranormal romance.
2. All writers fear the dreaded “block”. Please tell us how you handle it.
(Karli) I read. When I hit that invisible wall and my fingers can’t figure out what key to hit next, I turn to the pages of authors I adore, and there are many. When I get sucked into a book it is all the therapy I need to get me back on track.
3. Contrary to what some people envision about a romance writer’s life, it’s not all glitz and glam. Well not for the majority of us. With that bubble sadly busted, when you’re not writing, how to do you spend your time?
(Karli) I go mountain bike riding. I love walking in the woods. Nature is one of my best friends. I have a unique relationship with nature that I don’t quite understand. An example would be the two wild turkeys that roost on my back porch. They are more like pets by now, but it is funny to watch people that come and visit whip out their phones and start taking pictures of them, too funny.
4. I know many writers, such as Dirk and myself, keep their pastime/career a secret. Do those close to you know you write? If so, what are their thoughts?
(Karli) My friends are supportive and several even beta read for me. It feels good to have that type of encouragement around me.
5. Will you share with us your all time favorite authors? If you’re like me, it’s a long list so give us your top ten.
(Kam) I love Gena and KC, too.
6. If you could choose one book to go to the big screen, yours or otherwise, which book would you choose and whom would you love see casted in the parts?
(Karli) Okay, I would die to have Crescent Bound made into a movie. The cast can be anyone, but Marc should really be someone that looks like Justin Hartley. I would be so happy to have unknown actors that have talent, giving them a shot at success too.
7. Would you care to tell us what you’re working on now? That is if it’s not topsecret information. If so, just whisper it in my ear. I swear it’ll go no further.
(Karli) *leans over and whispers* I am working on a top secret project with a close friend of mine. It will be a contemporary romance.
*Back to a normal voice* I have a book cover for my next project, which is book two for the “No Death for the Wicked” series. Want to see it? No one, outside of my street team, has seen this cover. So consider this an exclusive!
8. Where can we find your stories and is there a particular reading order?
(Karli) Below is my author page on Amazon. All my books are there and you can read any of them. My trilogy, the Bound series, should be read in order, but other than that, no order.
9. Would you please share how your present and future fans can contact you?
(Karli) firstname.lastname@example.org Sending me an email here is the best way to contact me. .
10. Before we conclude this enlightening interview, do you have anything else you’d like to share? The stage is all yours.
(Karli) Thanks, I won’t go politician on you and rant for two pages, but I would like to give a shout out to all the Indie authors out there. Being an independent author is like being in a row boat on the ocean. We all do our best to produce the best work we can. We strive for that elusive perfect book. It is a fanatical dream to be able to publish as an indie. I know that quality is so important, from editing to story content, character and world building, and the art of telling the tale. I strive to make each book I write better than the last one and I will keep getting better. I love writing and I hope my readers enjoy the stories I create. I can’t ask for more than that.
Thanks again for allowing me to do this.
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**This paranormal vampire romance novel is intended for adults due to sexual scenes and adult language. Recommended for 18+**
In a small spectrum of the world is a city full of vampires and a very rare serum. This serum allows a vampire to walk in the light of day. The formula has been guarded for thousands of years, and yet a young female vampire from the north claims to have lived on the serum as if it is common place… This can not be… This must be dealt with. Mattie desires two things, getting Daylight back and Him.
I chunk my bag under the pedestal sink and take a look around. Red glazed-brick lined walls, a couple of oval beveled mirrors, and red clustered round lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I grip the sink with both hands and give myself a mental pat on the back for making it this far. My big brown dull eyes reflect back what I know already. I need to cater to my thirst, and soon. A loud commotion of noise directs my attention to the stalls on my right. Thumping, no, a pounding, frantically someone’s being attacked. Right here in the effin’ bathroom. The spiked scent of blood stonewalls me from twitching a muscle for a moment.
I look underneath the stall door and see two sets of feet, each pair pointing in the opposite direction. One set is definitely male, in hand-painted canvas sneakers and a female in wicked platform shoes. The male’s feet begin quivering as the attack subsides. Several minutes pass without any movement coming from the stall, I decide to stay out of this and begin to wash my hands. I glance in the mirror and see a lanky female step out and quietly close the metal door. Attached to the wicked platform shoes is a gorgeous female, with funky strips of bold scarlet hair which stamps an unforgettable impression. One look and I know she’s a very content grey-eyed vamp. How do I know she is a vampire? Her fangs retracting and the disregard she shows for what just happened, as she uses the back of her hand to wipe away a smear of blood. She sees me, smiles with complete sarcasm, then moves to the other sink and uses the mirror to check her hair and makeup. She doesn’t seem to care about the large stain of blood down the side of her white blouse.
“I know, I know… never wear white to breakfast, or dinner in my case.” She smirks at me then questions, “New in town? I mean you are at a train station.”
“Yeah, just arrived.”
“Are you here because you know someone?”
“Do you want to know someone?”
Her question makes me snort, “Do I need to know someone?”
She reaches past me and swipes several towels out of the dispenser. “Solace is a big city and it is always good to know someone, if you’re planning to stay here.”
“City?” I mumble a bit confused.
“Yeah, it’s a city,” she wisecracks back with an arched pierced eyebrow. Drying her hands off she extends one out. “Name’s Pandora… now you know someone.”
“Mattie.” I grasp her hand quickly, making the contact short.
As she adverts back to re-adjusting her blood stained aristocratic blouse she grumbles something or other under her breath. It’s obvious it’s not the type of blouse she bought at a thrift store. All the fancy lace and pleats would have me go stir-crazy. Especially the white, I don’t do white.
“So, if you’re not here because you know someone, then you’re here for…?”
She beat me before I can ask her more about the city. I turn and lean a hip against the sink. “A serum.”
“Daylight.” She doesn’t even peek up as she states it so matter-of-factly.
“That’s the one.” I try to sound all suave and non-nonchalant about it, even though I’m screaming inside my head going where the hell can I get my hands on it?!
“Hey, I’ll tell you what… you can head back with me to my place, if you can help me not look like a fucking serial killer. You really don’t want to hang out here in the bathroom all day do you?”
“Well, since you put it that way….” I dig in my bag and pull out my Goth black hoodie, the one with the skeletal hands clutching the boobs of the wearer. I hope Pandora has a sense of humor.
She slips the hoodie on, looks in the mirror and laughs. “Wicked. How did you know that I like my men with boners?”
“Is he going to be okay in thre?” I gesture to the stall.
“Yeah, he’s sacked out for now, but he may wonder how the hell he ended up in the ladies bathroom,” she clarifies with a wink. I shrug and zip up my bag, sling it over my shoulder and reply, “Okay Pan, show me this city.”
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