Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Interview - Demons for Tea by Kate Morgan


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

I’m currently rewatching all the Diana Rigg episodes of The Avengers on DVD. (The 1960s TV series.) When I was a kid, her character Mrs. Emma Peel was my hero. 

What always keeps me glued to the screen is a good, gripping horror movie. Well, a really, really bad horror movie will too. Bad horror is my favorite movie genre.

Do you prefer movies or TV series?

Movies, with two exceptions: The Avengers (above) and Supernatural. Sam Winchester all the way!

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

I prefer series. Hook me with a character and I’ll follow the character as long as more books come out. 

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?

I’m probably an outlier on this, but I don’t mind waiting a year or so between books. I’ll happily reread a series before the next book comes out. My current must-read is CS Harris’ Sebastian St. Cyr series. I’ll finish her new one in less than 48 hours every time.

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures?

I love growing my own veggies in my huge garden, and I love finding new recipes to try. I make lots of freezer jam with local fruit, and apple pie when the apples on our trees are ripe. I also knit. I made my own nun doll mascot (for my mystery series published under my real name).

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure? 

Manga. Angsty, overwrought, supernatural manga. I love it and I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m “too old” for it. Life is short. Eat dessert first and read what makes you happy. Life Philosophy #1.

Speaking of cosplay, in my author photo I’m dressed as the ghost from my newest mystery. So much fun.

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book?

Maybe five times in my entire life. I regretted spoiling it for myself four of those times. The fifth was the ending of Lilith Saintcrow’s second Dante Valentine book, Dead Man Rising. I HAD TO KNOW. HAD TO. For me, it wasn’t a spoil. It took the stress out of reading the book. I finished the rest of the series like a potato chip addict with an extra-large bag of Lay’s Salt and Vinegar and a giant Diet Pepsi to hand.

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

Outlines forever! I pantsed my first book. Then when I started to write mysteries I knew I’d have to plant clues and remember where I planted them. Once I started outlining, I never looked back. Since I work full time and have to write in the evenings and weekends, I need a way to remind myself where the book is and where it’s headed.


Demons for Tea
Kate Morgan

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

Publisher: Omnium Gatherum Books

Date of Publication: Sept. 10, 2018

ISBN: 9781949054019;
ISBN: 1949054012

Number of pages: 285
Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Kate Jonez

Tagline: Kicking ass and eating ramen: An exorcist’s life ain’t like the movies.

Book Description:

Ex-priest Denis Kaine's surviving on ramen and kicking otherworldly creatures off this planet. It's all noise to fill his chasm of hate and guilt inside from letting his twin brother blow his brains out because he’d been possessed. Denis should’ve known. He should’ve seen. He should’ve… everything.

His survival techniques are no match for Emma Koroleva, the 1200-year-old entity he freed from imprisonment in Rome. She's powerful, she's got major attitude, and she hates ramen.

She changes into various poltergeists and forces Denis to "exorcise" her. Denis gets paid, they eat real food, and she toys with seducing him. Denis starts to think he's living in the sitcom from hell until he learns his dead brother's become the plaything of something big, strong, and evil. Screw sitcoms. Denis is about to prove why his rep is legendary in the spirit world.

Excerpt:
Someone knocked at the door.
On a Sunday afternoon? If it was a Girl Scout, she’d be disappointed. My entire liquid income consisted of the twelve dollars and three quarters in my wallet. I pulled off the Roman collar, so she wouldn’t get a bad impression of priests in general and unbolted the door.
It crashed open with a blue-green-flowery gust of wind. I spun around and slammed it shut. My messenger bag stood ready within arm’s reach on the kitchen table. All I had to do—
“It is ridiculously cold outside. Where is your fireplace?”
A black-haired woman as tall as—no, taller than me by an inch or two—strode into my living room and back again.
“Bah. Are you a herder of reindeer that you can stomach this cold without a fire? I am not. I require heat and coffee and food.”
Her flowered dress looked more suited to August than late March. Her windblown hair reached below her waist, the fluorescent light striking midnight-blue highlights from it. The colors of her energy reminded me of something, but I couldn’t place it.
“Look, whoever you are, I didn’t invite you here.” I opened the door, which put me even nearer to my messenger bag. “Out.”
She laughed.
One beat: I flipped open the front of the messenger bag. Two beats: I snatched the squeeze bottle I kept holy water in. On the third beat I popped the nozzle and squirted the perpendicular strokes of a cross at her.
“Merda.” She shivered and vanished.

Whatever she was, she moved faster than most entities. As I repacked the holy water, it hit me that she’d said “shit” in Italian not like she was angry. More like she was annoyed because I’d gotten her dress wet.



About the Author:

Baker of brownies and tormenter of characters, Kate Morgan celebrates the the day she jumped the wall with as much enthusiasm as her birthday. She grew up watching Hammer horror films and Scooby-Doo mysteries, which explains a whole lot.

When she takes a break from inspiring nightmares, she writes ex-nun PI mysteries under her real name, Alice Loweecey. In her spare time she can be found growing vegetables in her garden and water lilies in her koi pond.




(It’s confusing, I know. Facebook wouldn’t let me create an author page under my own name, so I had to use my MC’s name. Branding. It’s so much fun.)




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