Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Author Spotlight/Interview with Samantha Holt

Today I am interviewing Bestselling Midevil author Samantha Holt.


What is your favorite thing about being a writer?
 Becoming lost in another world and having an excuse for not having changed out of my pajamas!

Are you a plotter or a pantser?
 I always said I was a pantser but I came to a complete standstill with my latest book and plotted it out. It was a revelation! I can’t say I’ll do it all the time but I imagine it will come in handy if I ever get lost again.

Why do you think people should choose your books over another author?
 I’m a stickler for historical accuracy, though my focus always remains on the story. I hope people will learn something of the period from my books. I’ve had reviewers say they became lost in my world and that is what I always strive to achieve. I’m always thrilled to hear that.

Has your life changed significantly since becoming a published writer?
Yes! I burn a lot more dinners. I am a control freak at heart but embracing writing as a career has meant I’ve become less focused. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not! At dinner time, maybe not, but I think I’m a little more laid back which I think my children appreciate.

Please tell us 5 miscellaneous facts about yourself.

My twins are the first set in our family.
I trained to be a nurse.
I’m not very good at being romantic.
I hate ice cream.
I love heavy rock music.

Where can readers find you?





Alana sets eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior. Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue.

Unfortunately for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile, the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry.

Morgann has his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war. He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive. When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the faery’s meddling help or hinder his cause?



Excerpt

“Will ye cease fighting me if I explain?”
“Aye.”
The hold around her hands released as he watched her closely. But she knew better than to fight him. It didn’t mean she’d stop trying to escape. Nay, she just had to choose her moment more carefully. The warrior was obviously determined to take her.
She made the mistake of holding his gaze as he made to climb off and her chest tightened. He paused and they stared at each other. Emotion simmered behind his gaze, the anger gone, and Alana couldn’t tell if the emotion was targeted at her or something else. All she knew was the feeling of having his strong weight on top of her, his gaze boring into her, stole all sensible thought and turned her into one quivering mass of sensations.
Endless moments stretched on as she waited for Morgann to look away, to break the connection, but he stared brazenly on as his gaze trailed over her face. What did he see? As she gaped up at him, the irate warrior dissolved into a flesh and blood man and she recalled how much she used to adore him. When Morgann was banished from her father’s lands, she’d been heartbroken at losing her friend, but with the blazing sensation of having him flattened against her, she remembered it wasn’t just the loss of his friendship that hurt her so. She’d always silently hoped Morgann would play a bigger role in her future.
But that didn’t change the fact he was taking her against her will and she would not go meekly, regardless of what she once felt for him. She wouldn’t put herself and her clan in danger all because they’d once been friends. If only she could ignore the sensuous pull of his lips or the darkening of his pupils as a rough finger drew a path over her cheek.


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