What inspired you to become an author?
I’ve always lived in an imaginary world to one degree or another. I admire people who live in the real world and think practically. I tried it for about ten years in my twenties. It’s just not for me. So how do I make it in the real world? I guess you can say I use my imagination. I stumbled into a marketing career and found that I liked writing to be the most enjoyable part of the job. Eventually, I tried writing fiction. I’ve written two novels and three screenplays.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I try not to write with a style. I just write the way I write and hope that someone else will find it interesting and entertaining.
Do you write in different genres?
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
I don’t have a favorite genre. The idea I choose to write about determines the genre.
How did you come up with the title for your latest book?
It just came to me with very little thought. I think the title and subtitle work very well for Scarlet Ambrosia, but it isn’t always that easy. There are times when I come up with one clunker after another until the right title shows up.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
So far I’ve always titled my works in the early stages of the work. It helps me to have a clearer idea of what the story is about.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
A year after writing Scarlet Ambrosia, I see the story through a different pair of eyes. At the core of the novel is a young man’s struggle with the forces of good and evil within himself and the world around him. The vampire archetype, I now realize, is a metaphor for my heart’s dream to realize its divine nature. The supernatural powers and ramped up energy level Devon acquires as a vampire make him half-human and half-god, something like the mythological Greek gods. He can choose to use his new powers for good or evil purposes.
I believe everyone has the potential to become a divinely human being. I’ve been a spiritual seeker for most of my adult life. Awakening isn’t easy, but I’ve found it’s worth the effort. What happens for Devon is happening for me in a much subtler way without the super-human powers, but happily, minus the need to drink human blood.
Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?
Ninety-eight percent is fictional but there is one element that is true-to-life. It has to do with the main character’s relationship with his father. Readers will have to buy the book to find out what I’m talking about.
What book are you reading now?
I’m about to start reading a book by Andy Weir titled “The Martian.” He wrote it, published it, and it sold like crazy. Now it’s going to be made into a movie starring Matt Damon. This is what most authors think will happen when we launch our labors of love into the world.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Keep doing it if you enjoy it. Self-publishing is very hard but it’s more fun than traditional publishing. It’s like the difference between an amateur and a professional athlete. The professional makes more money but eventually the whole process becomes much more of a grind.
Scarlet Ambrosia--Blood Is The Nectar of Life
Genre: Paranormal Romance Thriller
Publisher: Entelligent Entertainment
Date of Publication: 4/1/2015
Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 85,000
Cover Artist: Debi Bodett
How does a nice Jewish accountant tell his parents he’s become a vampire? If only that were his biggest problem.
A one night stand, an error in judgment, a wrong turn—words can barely describe the events that thrust Devon Furst into the arms of a beautiful vampire lover.
The violent aftermath of that fateful night threatens to burn Devon’s eternal life down to ashes and endangers the lives of everyone close to him.
Everything in Devon’s life changes in the span of a few hours. When he asks Mathilde de Roche one too many questions, the troubled vampiress has no choice but to offer Devon two terrible alternatives: Death or life as a vampire. For a man aged twenty-eight and in perfect health, death is not an option. Mathilde’s alluring beauty makes the decision and her vampire blood easier to swallow.
Devon must leave behind everyone and everything he holds dear to face a future full of uncertainty, and a five-hundred-year-old enemy endowed with super-human powers.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/nGNXhQ-pUeI
This woman was beyond beautiful. She was exquisite—no signs of breast implants or a nose job and no tattoos or piercings marred the natural beauty of her face and body. Her creamy skin felt like the finest silk to Devon’s probing hands. He unclasped her bra. His loins tingled at the sight of her full breasts. He caressed her erect nipples. She moaned.
The foreplay had started slowly with exploratory kisses and caresses. Now he could barely wait to enter her. Devon removed the last fragments of clothing from their bodies. The smell of her perfume, the feel of her body, and the sensation of her soft hands on his buttocks almost made him explode prematurely.
Being inside this woman was like nothing he had experienced before. Devon lost all sense of physical boundaries. The sensual pleasure of joining with Mathilde seemed to fill every cell in his body. He was only vaguely aware of moving inside her. Their rising passion consumed him. She kept repeating something in French. His back arched. He climaxed. The pleasure was too intense for his senses to bear. He lost consciousness.
He woke up next to her on the bed. She stroked his hair with one hand, propping her head up on one elbow.
Feeling embarrassed, Devon shook his head, unable to comprehend the reason for his lapse of consciousness. “I’m sorry if I scared you. It’s the first time I’ve ever passed out during sex.”
“You didn’t scare me, ma chère. It only confirms what I was afraid of.”
“If we go on having sex, it will kill you.”
He laughed nervously. Had the sex been good enough to cause a blackout?
“I can think of worse ways to die,” he said, covering up for his discomfort.
She kept looking at him studiously.
“You kept whispering something to me in French. It sounded like: ‘Vous êtez celui que j'ai choisi.’ I think that means: ‘You are the one I chose’”
A whisper of red colored her cheeks. “Your French is better than you admit.”
“I don’t understand. We’ve just met, Mathilde.”
“Don’t worry. It’s just a game I play with myself. You remind me of someone I once knew: a handsome, high-minded young man with a sensitive heart.”
“I’m flattered, but it sounds a little more like a fixation than an innocent game to me.”
“Please don’t play the amateur psychologist.”
She pushed him off the bed with a movement almost too fast to see. One second he lay facing her. The next thing he knew, he lay on his back on the floor. Her sudden display of uncanny strength and speed frightened him. Clambering to a sitting position, he began to collect his clothes from the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to alarm you. Are you injured?”
“I’m still in one piece.”
“I actually do study martial arts, in answer to your earlier question. Sometimes I forget my own strength. Let me help you with your things. Are you sure I haven’t hurt you?”
He had the impression she was lying. “I’m fine. I just think it might be better to leave now. Who knows what could happen if you toss and turn in your sleep?”
“I apologize for leading you on,” Mathilde said. “I only intended to meet you in the bar and talk with you. I thought of it as a minor indulgence, to take my mind off things for a while. I let my curiosity about you cloud my judgment. Then, meeting you face to face, you had much more of an effect on me than I anticipated. I lost control of myself.”
“Is that something that happens often?”
“No,” she answered curtly. “I’m not that shallow.”
Devon’s thoughts and emotions spun like pinwheels. Part of him wanted to bolt out the door and finish dressing in the hallway. Another part, the accountant, needed explanations; wanted to analyze and quantify Mathilde de Roche. In the end, his own curiosity coupled with her charisma kept him rooted by the bedside.
“I’ve studied martial arts myself. I’ve never seen anyone move as quickly as you just did.”
She continued to regard him with a serious expression for a full minute before responding. “You should leave now, Devon. I won’t be offended.”
About the Author:
After a career in marketing communications, David Gittlin wrote screenplays before turning to novels. His first novel, “Three Days to Darkness,” was a recent nominee to the James Kirkwood Prize for creative writing. “Scarlet Ambrosia” is his second novel. He lives a quiet and happy life in Aventura, Florida with his wife, Bonnie.
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