What
inspired you to become an author?
I’ve always wanted to write, even before I actually
knew how to read. I used to doodle in notepads with a bunch of squiggles and
carry it around like it was my book.
I can’t imagine another hobby or career.
Do
you have a specific writing style?
I’d like my style to be very elegant and
lovely…however, I’ve had a lot of people commenting on how noir some of my books sound. I think I might be okay with
that—darker, full of elaborate metaphor, character-centric, etc.
Do
you write in different genres?
I do—I love romance of all styles. I’ve dabbled in
motorcycle club romances, fantasy, sci-fi, and paranormal. I think I need the
edge of danger in the story. Paranormal lets me fit in some life-or-death
situations, and most of my regular contemporary work has a lot of suspense.
If
yes which is your favorite genre to write?
Romance is broad, but I love everything romance. I
need that human element of falling in love to really bring a story to life for
me.
Do
you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I hate titles! Sometimes they’re easy, other times
I’m smacking at the keyboard looking for something to stick.
What
book are you reading now?
I have two, and they’re both in the same vein
actually. Call Sign Karma by Jamie Rae and Eyes Turned Skyward by Rebecca
Yarros. They’re both amazing NA military romances.
What
is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
Sing For Me’s sequel, Divine Interlude, will be
coming later this spring as well as the third book in the trilogy, Prima Donna.
The series is so fun to write, but I have so many other paranormal ideas. This
fall or early next year, I’ll begin a five book series with witches,
werewolves, vampires, demons, angels, and warlocks. Gotta love all the
supernatural alpha males! ;)
Do
you have to travel much to do research for your books?
I will make the migration from my couch to the
fridge. Sometimes, I might even go all the way upstairs to my desktop computer.
Grab the passport, hehe!
However, I would love to travel! If I could, my
first stop would be Italy. I’ve had a historical romance set in Pompeii in my
head for five years now. I’d love to go there, visit, and understand the
magnitude of what happened there before I’d start writing.
Who
designed the cover of your latest book?
Rebecca Berto of Berto Designs. There is not a day that
goes by I don’t count my lucky stars for finding someone so talented to work
with.
Do
you have any advice for other writers?
Write, write, write, write, and only stop to
research everything—trends, places to
publish, meta data, successes of other authors, your own success and failures,
places to advertise and promote, community groups, everything. Don’t ever stop
learning about how to write and how to get your books to the readers that will
love them as much as you.
Sing For Me
Angels and Arias
Book 1
Gracie Madison
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Tika Lake Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 1/21/2015
Number of pages: 325-350
Word Count: 84,000 Words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Berto
Book Description:
Madeline Noel fled war-torn Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that could protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.
As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
Love.
The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
Excerpt #2
Singing while
Veiled was a travesty. Her words might have mumbled, her vocal cords strained,
and the warmth of her pitch muffled without the range and complexities she
studied in the Realm.
She searched the
bar and found him.
Damascus always
listened—within the Realm or within a tiny bar with a tinny karaoke machine
sputtering a melody.
And, for him,
she’d sing forever.
The song blended
between their voices, though Madeline’s warm harmony unintentionally
overpowered Danielle’s tired lead. Usually, she wove caution within her notes.
Prevented the beauty from striking each beat and bursting within the measures.
Usually.
Her gaze strayed
to the table. To him.
The blessing of
chastity corrupted with a glance to the one listening so intently. The Realm
created the Choirs to entertain all, and yet, Madeline meticulously sang each
note for one being only. All her songs echoed only for him.
His attention
forged a fire that sliced her body and razed every bit of her defenses in
consecrated, dangerous heat. No alcohol was that intoxicating or that sensual.
She hummed over
the notes, layering each word in sultry meter. An unintentional seduction
molded from the very thoughts she fought to hide. The emotion trapped within
her voice. Swelled. The feminine growl in her melody suppressed with her
weakening resolve.
He’d hear her
longing, and she wanted him to understand it.
The bar shifted
and sighed. Hands brushed arms. Whispers passed in the shadows. Giggles yielded
to hushed promises. Her song led them all. The power of her voice broke the
inhibitions of even the sober cast and crew members. In the corner, a couple
kissed despite the wedding rings on their fingers. A chorus girl hopped onto
the bar while another woman embraced her.
A cool shudder
teased her flesh with the prickle of forbidden goose bumps. Her voice wavered,
but not from weakness. The secret delight caressed the music from her lips and
presented the song to him like a soft kiss. The shadows of the room concealed
what she could not. The heat touched her brow, and she flushed a damning pink.
It was time to
stop. Before everyone in the pub abandoned modesty and gave into the one
passion she created in them but never experienced for herself.
The music
resonated within her, but she couldn’t steal her gaze from Damascus. Every
moment only teased her with the promise of his song, the cadence of his breath,
and the drumming of his need.
The song
crescendoed.
Her body ached
to feel the same.
But the music
crackled and sizzled into silence. Madeline’s music lost in a shuddering gasp.
The song
affected more than the mortals edging close to one and other, holding hands.
Leaning into the shadows. Whispering. Touching.
Damascus’s steps
thudded the very earth beneath his feet.
The heat flared from his body. Or maybe her own. Music had never dizzied
her so much.
He moved, drawn
by the promise of the melody. A thrill cascaded through her, sobering and
affirming all at once.
The warrior
submitted to the maiden.
About the Author:
Gracie Madison would spend every day, all day writing…if it were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all the supernatural and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and characters born within the pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her hands, Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers, or out with her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.
Twitter: @authorgracie
1 comments:
Thanks, Roxanne! :)
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