Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Interview - Waking for Winter by Katherine McIntyre


Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen?

I just binged Riverdale on Netflix, and I’m currently making my way through Black Sails, because OH MY GOD PIRATES. Hopefully that’s a clear display of how wildly different my tastes are. I love the superhero shows, as well as any sort of supernatural/paranormal one as well.

Do you prefer movies or TV series?

Always TV series. It’s an ongoing joke between me and my husband, because if we’re ever trying to decide what to watch, I’m rarely in a movie mood. 

(My husband and I are the same way- he likes movies, I love TV Shows  ~RR)

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series?

Series. I love getting invested in characters and a brand new world that I don’t want to leave. The most recent series I got obsessed with was A Court of Thorns and Roses…to the point that I even got a quote from it tattooed on my back.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read?

Binge read. I am the most impatient person on the planet and hate waiting, so it’s usually best for me to be behind the curve so I can blow through a series and feel all the feelings while I’m along for the ride. When there are long waits for the next books in series, I sometimes lose interest and don’t finish them.

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures (other than reading and writing)?

I tend to go through ‘making’ phases where I learn how to make things. In the past I’ve brewed my own beer, blended tea, roasted coffee, made soap from scratch, got in-depth into cupcake baking and decorating, made herbal tinctures, lotions and lotion bars, etc. I also love cats and the Last Unicorn more than is probably healthy.

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure?

Too many to count. I’m a huge Whedon geek (Firefly, Buffy, Dr. Horrible), and I regularly attend steampunk conventions, comic-cons, etc. When I was younger, I was anime obsessed, and over the years I’ve also played in plenty of White Wolf LARPs and table-top games (a la Dungeons and Dragons). I’m a big comic book geek as well, with Batman being one of my favorite franchises, but at the end of the day I’m a book geek first and foremost.  

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book?

While I do it much less with my Kindle, when I had paperback books in hand, always. I used to read big epic fantasies, and I’d always peek ahead to see when the POV would switch back to the plotlines or characters I really liked too.

When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster?


Pantser, through and through. My “plot” documents would make true plotters cry. I usually jot a couple notes down. One of my most recent notes for a new story is ‘appear at ball, steal the thing’ because I haven’t even tacked down what the hell they’re stealing yet. One of the benefits of being a pantser is that I don’t tend to sabotage myself in broadcasting twists because I don’t realize they’re coming. 

Waking for Winter
Philadelphia Coven Chronicles
Book Four
Katherine McIntyre

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Loose Id

Date of Publication: July 4th, 2017

Book Description:

The Philadelphia Coven has thwarted the Order of the Serpent’s every attempt to destroy their city only to draw out the scariest nightmare from the Otherworld, the Caoranach. One of the Coven’s own, Cami Akiyama, has already met this creature—the very monster who tortured her, branding her with a mark. Given Cami’s history with the big bad, the Coven leader assigns her a bodyguard, none other than the gorgeous and lethal necromancer, Dante Martinez, the ex-boyfriend she disappeared on years ago. One conversation confirms the spark between them never died, and based on the way Dante flirts, he won’t allow that flame to extinguish out without a fight.

No one has ever compared to Dante and the incendiary passion he inspired in her, but the Caoranach broke her—Cami’s too damaged for any sort of relationship. Not like that stops him. If anything, he fights harder for the memories of a love that kept her sane on the bleakest nights. And despite every effort to distance, she finds herself falling for him all over again. Except the Caoranach isn’t finished with her—the branded mark holds the secret to the city’s destruction or salvation, and Cami stands in the center of the storm.





Excerpt One:

“Let’s drown ourselves in coffee,” she responded, turning and making a beeline toward the shop, which had just opened. A film covered her skin, like she needed to scour herself clean for the thousandth time since the Caoranach had begun her visits, so maybe she was better off staying away from home for a bit. Her skin could use a rest after her last attack. She wrapped her hand around the curved door handle and tugged it open.

Yellowed lights beamed down as the hiss of coffee in the brewer and the aroma of freshly ground beans greeted her. She walked inside, and the burst of warmth traveled all the way to her toes as she quick-stepped over to the pastry case. A tired barista nudged her glasses up on her nose before leaning over the counter.

“Hey there,” the woman slurred, her voice thick with sleep. Cami peered into the display case while Dante swerved by her to order a plain cup of coffee. The strawberry crumb cake caught her eye at once; she loved the fruit to the point of addiction. She ordered it and a small cappuccino. Even with the barista’s yawns, she moved with a surprising efficiency, in mere moments dropping off a swirled cappuccino and the moist crumb cake while she exchanged the cash.

Dante leaned into one of the black, wire-rimmed chairs in the corner of the room, watching her with a smile that reached his eyes. She drew in a deep breath, wishing she could equip some sort of armor to disarm the magnetism of his smile and the way his gaze made her heart ache.

She took solace in her six packs of sugar to fill that hole as she stirred them into her cappuccino and carried her food over to where Dante sat.

“You’re going to get diabetes,” he commented, arching a brow at her drink.

“If sugar was going to kill me, I’d get the premonition. Might as well be some use to my shitty ability.” She fixed him with a glare before lifting her crumb cake to her lips and exaggerating her enjoyment to spite him.

Dante snorted in response.

“So,” she started in between chews. Dante lifted a brow. As rough and tumble as the necromancer appeared, he always got cranky about table manners. Which was great, because Cami relished any opportunity she got to annoy him. “When are we going investigating?” she asked, excitement winding through her system faster than caffeine. Alanna might be keeping her out of Coven field duty, but she could still do some legwork on her own. The Caoranach had already made her interest clear, so Cami wasn’t going to loiter around waiting for the next visit.

Dante took a sip from his steaming cup and shook his head with a smirk. “Thought you were an obedient good girl now.”

She shot him a look. “Dunno, I think stopping imminent evil from having its way with the city would earn me some good cred. Besides, when have I ever been obedient?”

Midsip of his coffee, Dante spluttered into the cup. Though his dark eyes glittered with amusement, his mouth grew serious. “Level with me though. Other folks can follow this lead, ones who haven’t been at this monster’s mercy. Are you okay enough to snoop around? Things could get real, fast.”


Cami sucked in a deep breath as she tugged on her pendant. The softness and care in his voice slayed her, and even if she wanted to puff her chest with bravado and pretend, she couldn’t hide her feelings for anything. “I’m scared as shit, D. I’m getting these spells where I freeze up, where my body’s paralyzed. What I’d love to do is just hibernate under my blankets for the next couple of months with Sirius and about a thousand books. But whether I like it or not, she’s taken an interest in me, and I’m connected to this. So yeah, I’ll step up to the plate.”

About the Author:

A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys with bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.






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