
- Welcome, Jennifer! 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?
(JM) Hello Kam, and thank you for the warm welcome! I think I was born with a pen in my hand – Iâve written stories since I could put letters together to make words. My mother (who else?) still has a copy of my first book written when I was 6, called âTafy the Wunder Horsâ. I have made progress in spelling since then, but the joy and creative passion is still intact. I love to invent stories.
- Do you ever suffer from writerâs block? If so, please share how you handle it.
(JM) I sacrifice to Calliope, muse of epic poetry. A bar of chocolate and a cup of coffee usually do the trick. Otherwise, Iâll send a prayer to the Oneiri. In Greek mythology, the (á˝Î˝ÎľÎšĎοΚ, “Dreams”) were various gods and demigods that ruled over dreams and nightmares. My favorite would be Morpheus – god of dreams, but Phobetor, the god of nightmares, is handy too. Many of my books are born of dreams.

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- Contrary to what some people envision about a romance writerâs life, itâs not all glitz and glam. Well not for the majority of us. With that bubble sadly busted, when youâre not writing, how do you spend your time?
(JM)Â I have a ârealâ job as an assistant to an orthodontist that keeps me grounded and gives me a different kind of job satisfaction. We say, here in the office, that we make smiles. I love my work, and we have a great team working together.
- I know many writers, such as myself, keep their pastime/career a secret. Do those close to you know you write? If so, what are their thoughts?
(JM)Â Since I live in France, and my books are all in English, itâs rather a let-down when people find out I write but that they canât read my books. (Let down for me, that is – I canât brag or show off, lol) So far, none have been translated into French. I have one translated into German and another in Thai – but no French. Otherwise, I donât hesitate to tell people Iâm a writer – it seems natural, since itâs so much a part of me.
- Will you share with us your all-time favorite authors? If youâre like me, itâs a long list so give us your top ten.
(JM)Â Ray Bradbury, Dorothy Dunnett, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Larry Mcmurtry, Diana Norman, Louise Penny, Ian Rankin, Philippa Gregory, Mary Renault…there are ten, but like you said, I could go on forever!
(KAM): It is truly difficult to stop at ten. Like you, I’m sure, my favorite’s list grows longer each day.Â
- 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 to see cast in the parts?
(JM) Well, my wish came true when The Game of Thrones became a TV series – I devoured those books, and the mini-series did them justice. If I could see my Time for Alexander series be transformed into a show, like Game of Thrones, that would be so cool. Iâd need a huge cast of characters, and for the main part, Iâd love to see Paris Jackson play the part of Ashley – sheâs a tough girl, with a strong character. Sheâd be perfect. As for Alexander, a certain Alexander Richard Pettyfer might be good, and Richard Madden as Plexis.                     Â
(KAM) Can you believe I’ve yet to watch it?! Maybe one day I shall see what all the fuss is about. I’ve heard rave reviews regarding the books and show.Â
- Would you care to tell us what youâre working on now? That is if itâs not top-secret information. If so, just whisper it in my ear. I swear itâll go no further.
(JM)Â Not top secret, but taking a while because squeezed in with promoting and my day job – Iâm writing a YA story about a daughter of a Muse, sheâs mortal, lived in the present day, and wants to become a great hero so she can become immortal and join her motherâs family on Olympus. I can tell you right now, itâs an impossible dream. (But what are dreams for, right?)
(KAM)Â Sounds fantastic!Â
- Where can we find your stories, and is there a particular reading order?
(JM)Â The first one in the Time for Alexander series is âThe Road to Alexanderââ, and there are 7 books in the series. Theyâll be coming out every 3 months or so – all are written and Iâm just in edits with the later books. Writing is easy – editing is tough.

Otherwise, there is a list on Goodreads, and also on Amazon are a few of my other books. I have a really cool space cowboy series about horses that travel through the galaxy at Evernight Teen (âRiders of the Lightning Stormâ is the first book in that series)……..

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…..and also at Evernight are âJack the Stripperâ and âMurder and Mayhemâ that feature zombies and vampires, oh my!

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- Would you please share how your present and future fans can contact you?
(JM)Â My Time for Alexander FB page is: https://www.facebook.com/TimeforAlexander/
My blog is: https://jennifermacaire.wordpress.com/
My author webpage is: https://authorjennifermacaire.wordpress.com/
Twitter: @jennifermacaire
- Before we conclude this enlightening interview, do you have anything else youâd like to share? The stage is all yours.
(JM)Â Nothing really – except – I am eternally grateful to readers everywhere! I feel like weâre a dying breed sometimes. Buying books can be expensive and itâs hard to budget sometimes, so I am always thankful when someone takes the time to invest in one of my stories. I buy books too – my favorite pastime is reading (besides biking – I love my bicycle!) And if you, dear reader, could just put a small review or remark on your blog, tweet, Amazon review – anything – I promise that every little bit helps, and this author, at any rate, is truly thankful.
~~ Closing remarks ~~
Jennifer, thank you for divulging a bit of yourself with all of us here today. It has been a true pleasure getting to know you.
Now folks, before you go back to work/school/etc, please grace us with a few more minutes of your time and lets take a more in-depth look at  The Road to Alexander.Â
THANKS!!Â

After winning a prestigious award, Ashley is chosen to travel through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her childhood hero Alexander the Great, she is sent back in time for less than a day. He mistakes her for Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her, stranding her in his own time. What follows, after she awakes under the pomegranate tree, is a hilarious, mind-bending tale of a modern woman immersed in the ancient throes of sex, love, quite a bit of vino, war, death and ever so much more.
EXCERPT

I wondered if I should speak or wait until he spoke to me. I was irritated to feel myself getting flustered. Then Alexander sat down next to me with a fluid movement and I stifled an exclamation.
âWhat can I give you? Grapes? Some wine?â
âThat sounds fine,â I said, my fingers itching for a pen so I could write down all my impressions. But I had to wait until I got back. Until then, I was supposed to make a mental note of every word and action.
He chose a grape for me and gently put it into my mouth. It was one of the most sensual gestures anyone had ever made to me. I felt faint, and, when he leaned over and kissed me, I toppled over onto the rug with hardly a whimper. Alexander obviously thought Iâd come to see him for only one reason. I guess he was smothered with women throwing themselves on him, but vestal virgins? My body was saying, âYes! Yes!â My head said, âAshley! Get a hold of yourself this instant!â I sat up and pushed him away.
âSorry, I canât do this,â I said.
His expression of surprise was comical. âYou mean, you really did come from the temple?â
âCan we talk?â I avoided the question and took a bunch of grapes.
âNot those,â he said, plucking them from my hand and putting them back into the bowl. âThose grapes are poisoned. I keep them in case an enemy comes. So, what do you want to talk about?â His brow furrowed, then his face cleared. âAh, yes, I recall. Youâre the onirocrite. So, what dreams have you had?â
âI dreamt that I came to your tent while you were sleeping. In your sleep you were calling out my name, the secret one that I canât tell to anyone except the goddess. When you woke up you saw me. You said that I must come to you because you had a dream that you wanted me to interpret for you. You also said that it was a waking dream.â
He looked interested. âReally? And just what is a waking dream?
âItâs like a wish,â I said. âItâs what you want to do with your life. Can you tell me about it?â I was hoping for grist for the prize-winning article that I was going to write when I got back. No one knew why Alexander had decided to conquer Persia and travel as far as the Indus River. It was a mystery, and Iâd decided to solve it.
Instead of answering me, he lay back on his bed, put his arms above his head and stretched, showing off his lean body with its beautiful, flowing lines. âThatâs too bad,â he said. âI was hoping you were one of the virgins who didnât want to be sacrificed. There are lots of them, you know,â he added, looking at me sideways out of his magnificent eyes. âWhen they donât want to be sacrificed they simply cease to be virgins, if you get my meaning.â
âI do,â I said, âand Iâm flattered. But can we get back to the subject of my visit?â
âA single-minded woman,â he sighed. âYou remind me of my mother. Sheâs terribly stubborn. She hated it when I sucked my thumb, so I did it for years just to spite her.â
âWell, that explains your teeth,â I said, vexed to be compared to his mother.
He looked at me, his expression unreadable. I started to think that maybe conversations about his mother werenât the best idea, but all he said was, âYou want to hear about my dreams, is that it?â
âPlease,â I said, concentrating on his next words.
âVery well.â He stood up, poured two glasses of wine from an earthenware pitcher, and sat down next to me again, handing me one. The wine had a faint spicy note.
I was feeling smug. The article was going to net me a huge prize. I could just imagine the accolades. I was going to be famous; I couldnât wait to see the faces of those whoâd been waiting to see me fail. âCheers,â I said, and sipped. The drink wasnât bad. It was young grape wine with spices and a trace of honey. It had been watered down so it was refreshing.
He raised his eyebrows. âCheers?â
âHereâs to your health,â I amended.
We sipped our wine in silence for a few minutes while he studied me. Finally he put down his glass and shook his head. âThereâs something strange about you,â he said, âthough I cannot say exactly what it is. You are impressed, I sense this, and you are interested. But, you are not afraid. Perhaps it is your lack of fear I detect the most. I am extremely attuned to fear; my father beat it into me. But it goes deeper than that.â As he spoke, he wound his body around me, pausing now and then to touch my cheeks, my neck, or my breast. âI get a very peculiar feeling from you. There is a coldness, a frost that emanates from your very bones.â He paused and ran his hands lightly down my sides.
âI donât know what you mean,â I stammered. âIâve wanted to meet you since I first heard about you. It was a dream, and now itâs come true.â The passion in my voice startled me. I frowned, struggling to keep my emotions in check. This was not the cool, calm, collected Ashley I knew.
Alexander took my hand, stroking the inside of my wrist before pressing it to his mouth. âI want to bite you,â he said. âI want to shake you out of your indifference. I want to hear you scream.â He stared at me, a fierce expression in his uncanny eyes. âMy mother is cold like you. Sheâs as cold as the ice on the mountaintops.â
I shivered. âIâm sorry if I appear cold. It was my parentsâ fault. I had to stay quiet, otherwise I was punished.â
âPerhaps thatâs it.â He tilted his head and looked at me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. There was such intensity in his gaze that I had to struggle not to drop my eyes. âDid you know that of all the living things on this earth, only man can look another man in the eye? My teacher, an old Greek, taught me that. He is a very intelligent man. He said that the world was round like an orange, and that the stars we see at night are in reality other earths, like this one, or suns. Is that heresy, do you think, or is it truth? I would like to know the answer to those questions and to so many more. I want to see the ends of the earth where the water drops off into a great chasm. Of course, if my teacher is right, I shall never find that. Instead, I will end up where I started out.â He sighed, then leaned over and lifted a corner of the tent to peer outside. âItâs getting near midday, I have to go see my troops. Will you stay, or will you go back to your temple?â
âIf you please,â I said humbly, âIâd like to stay.â
âI please.â He smiled then, and I realized that his face had more expressions than anyoneâs Iâd ever seen, including the great actors and mimes. His smile seemed to bloom from within, to reach out and caress me, and to bind me to him.
Anyone on the receiving end of that smile, I thought, would walk straight off the edge of the world if Alexander asked him to.
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