Five gifts Teo and Motts (from Poisoned Primrose) would want:
1. Teo: Yarn
Motts: Origami Paper
2. Teo: Historical Books
3. Teo: Chocolate
4. Teo: Chocolate
5. Teo: Chocolate
(Image by Alexander Stein from Pixabay)
One of my long-term dreams as an author is to be able to afford a research trip to Cornwall. There so many places in the UK that I’d love to revisit. But, I can’t really remember going to Cornwall as a kid during the time we lived in England though I’m fairly confident we went at least once.
And many of my books are based in Cornwall.
In my dream trip?
I’d visit Fowey, Polperro, Plymouth, Whitsand Bay. So many of the places featured in both the Sin Bin and my upcoming cosy mystery series.
What food would I want to try (whether for the first time or to experience again)?
Kern – Cheese. Because. Cheese. I mean, Freddie would want me to try Cornish cheese.
What would I like to visit?
The Coastal Path
King Arthur’s Great Hall
The Lizard and Kynance Cove
What’s your dream vacation spot?
((Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay))
What was the most difficult part of writing Poisoned Primrose?
That was the only hard part of writing late year’s NaNoWriMo novel.
I had the idea for Pineapple Mottley almost a full year before I was able to write her story. I began creating the book bible (where I put research, plot notes, etc) long before I wrote a single word. It was the story I wanted to write.
I had to slog through three other stories first.
And they were a slog.
2019 was a hard year where each story seemed harder to write than the last.
When I finally got to Poisoned Primrose, it felt like the heavens opened and the angels were singing. The book was a joy to write from beginning to end. None of it was hard.
I didn’t have to push myself or struggle for what happened next.
It was bliss.
An introduction to Cactus, one of the lovely animals featured in my upcoming cosy mystery, Poisoned Primrose.
1. Motts’s best friend
2. Wears sweaters
3. Enjoys walks in the garden
4. A classic snuggler
5. Gossips with Motts’s turtle
6. A lap cat
7. Addicted to cat nip
8. Chases butterflies
9. A very, very, very social sort of beast
10. A finicky eater
Strapping on his bag, Iggy dragged a hand roughly through his short black hair. He winked at the librarian who grumbled at him when he leaped over a book cart in his path on the way toward the front entrance. She blushed, a response he was used to with his inherited looks and charm.
As one of his best friends from high school used to say, he had wickedly devilish good looks. He told her to stop reading Regency romances. From his jet-black hair to his deep brown eyes, he knew his face balanced the angelic with the roguish.
I’d do me.
Blinded by the bright sunshine, Iggy took a moment to adjust after stepping outside. Denver’s Central Library had always been a favorite of his for research, with its massive collection. Plus, he always thought the building seemed almost like a grouping of castle turrets.
He paused on the corner of Broadway and Thirteenth Avenue. Spring was supposed to have sprung in the Mile High City. Not that the weather had noticed; they’d only just thawed out from winter.
And judging by the crisp air and gathering clouds on the mountains, they’d be inundated with another blizzard before the end of the day.
Jogging down Thirteenth, Iggy skidded to a halt on Lincoln. He tilted his head, trusting his finely honed instincts. Half a block down, he spotted an alley between a parking lot and the Art Institute that was shadowed more than it should’ve been in the bright early afternoon sun.
One step into the gap between the buildings, and he’d plunged into nighttime. The smell of sulfur swirled around him. He slipped his bag around his body, reaching inside for a spray can.
“Ah, Son of the Morning Star. Half-breed. I hoped you’d sense my presence.” Rastran stood at the end of the unnaturally dark alley. He leaned casually against the industrial air conditioner with one foot resting on a body, completely disregarding the dirt now staining his designer suit. Demons always enjoyed life’s luxuries. “Ignatius Faber, we’ve saved you for last. Your father’s brightest light. A beautiful irony. All of his hopes pinned on the one offspring who matched him most in appearance and strength. Pity he can’t see the monster he created.”
With a hard kick, Rastran sent the body rolling along the filthy ground to land barely a foot away from Iggy. Titus. One of his many half-siblings. Iggy hadn’t seen his brother in weeks. They’d all assumed Titus was on a hunt.
They generally kept in close contact, particularly since hundreds of other half-siblings had been culled over the past eight years. Titus and Iggy were the only ones left. Rage erupted deep inside him.
“I’m the monster?” Iggy calmly stepped over Titus, shoving grief and anger viciously down to remain focused. He had a demon to deal with. His fingers wrapped tightly around the canister of compressed holy water in his pocket. It resembled pepper spray but worked to stun creatures of Hell long enough for him to send them home. “You should’ve stayed away from my city.”
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