Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Guest paranormal romance author Tina Folsom

Would you tell everyone a little about yourself?

I’m one of the most successful self-published authors who’s never been traditionally published. A lot of my success is due to the fact that I’m extremely prolific and work very hard at perfecting my craft. But that’s not everything. Lots of people can write a good book: selling it is the hard part. I spend lots of hours every day, promoting my work, making sure it is available on as many platforms as possible. That’s also brought me to getting my books translated into other languages to reach foreign language readers. So far, several of my books have been translated into German, French, and Spanish. And soon, my first audio book will be available too. I never stand still. When there’s a new idea, I go for it, try it out, see if it fits, and if it does, I repeat it. Writing is not just a passion for me, it’s also a business, and I treat it with respect. It’s giving me lots of opportunities and enabled me to do what I love. I have the best job in the world.

What sub-genre do you write?

Paranormal Romance. Occasionally I dabble in historical paranormal romance too.

Who/what is your writing muse? And in what environment or conditions do you write?

I wouldn’t say that I have a muse, or if I do, I don’t really know who or what it is. Words and stories just come to me. I wake up with new ideas and scenes in my head that I have to somehow weave into stories and turn into books. While a lot of other authors write to music, I find it very distracting. I need absolute quiet around me to really be able to be creative and write. Occasionally, I can achieve that in a quiet coffee shop, but most of the time I write at home in my office with the door closed. My most creative time is in the morning, so I try to get my writing quota done before lunch and then do all publishing related work later. I do set myself a goal for each day of how many words I want to write or which scenes or chapters to finish. It helps me keep on track with my self-imposed deadlines.

What are you working on at this time?

I’m working on book 6 in my bestselling Scanguards Vampires series. It follows the story of Quinn, the vampire who now runs Scanguards Headquarters in New York. Because his fate is linked to somebody in his past, there will be some historical elements in the book, and that’s also why it’s taking me a little longer. I need to do historical research to get things right. I hope to have the book ready for a late summer release.

Fun questions of what you prefer

Dog or Cat? Dog
Comfy or Formal? Comfy
Denim or Leather? Leather
Wine or Beer? Wine
Mountaintop or Oceanside? Oceanside
Boxers, briefs or commando for your hero? Commando

Blurb Edge of Passion (Cloak Warriors #1)
If a handsome stranger tells you that the drug you developed to cure Alzheimer’s has the side effect of opening a human’s mind to be controlled by demons, would you believe him and hand over the drug and its blueprint to be destroyed? Neither would Dr. Leila Cruishank, but that’s the issue she’s suddenly faced with when encountering Aiden, a man who calls himself an immortal Cloak Warrior.
At first, she doesn’t believe his outlandish claims, but when confronted with his powers of walking through solid objects and making himself invisible, she has to make a choice between her parents, who suffer from Alzheimer’s, and the greater good of humankind. In the blink of an eye, her ordered life takes a turn toward adventure, danger, and most of all, passion.

Please provide sex-excerpt if you can or just and excerpt and cover for the book.
Excerpt of Edge of Passion (Cloak Warrior #1)
With slow movements, he reached for her. “Just so you’re cloaked,” he whispered.
“Yes.” Her husky voice was barely audible.
Snaking an arm around her waist, he drew her into the curve of his body. When her sweet backside connected with his groin, he clenched his jaw shut to prevent himself from moaning out loud.
Fuck! He’d never survive this night.
In three heartbeats, his body pumped more blood into his cock, making him as hard as he’d ever been.
Leila’s breath hitched. She’d noticed it and tried to move away from him.
“No,” he breathed into her ear, tempted to suck her soft earlobe into his mouth. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
Yeah, where had he heard that before? As if he would be able to stop once he started.
Pressing his palm onto her stomach, he pulled her back against him. His hard-on ground against her butt cheeks, begging to be let out of its confines.
“Aiden ...”
Did her voice sound just a little bit aroused, or was this simply wishful thinking on his part?
“We shouldn’t ... it’s not r—”
“Right?” he finished her sentence and pressed a soft kiss on the spot below her ear. “It feels right to me.” Even though he knew it was wrong. Somewhere in the Cloak Warrior rule book it was written, but for some reason, the rules didn’t mean anything to him at that moment.
Perhaps this was how Manus seduced his charges: with sweet words and tender caresses. Aiden could do the same. In fact, it didn’t feel like a lie to do this. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear involved no deception, because the things he wanted to tell her felt real.
She sighed and relaxed against him.
“Leila, do you remember what you did earlier tonight when you were in your own bed?”
A gasp escaped her, and he felt her body shift as if she wanted to get away from him again.
“It was beautiful watching you.”
He planted kisses along the graceful column of her neck. Then he allowed his hand to move. His fingers found the waistband of her PJs and slipped underneath.
“I wanted to join in earlier. You excite me.” In snail’s pace, his hand traveled lower. “Let me pleasure you now. Say yes,” he urged as his fingers dove lower and delved into the nest of curls guarding her sex.
“Aiden, we can’t ... I don’t know you ... it’s ...” she stammered at the same time as her hips tilted toward his hand.
“Say yes, and I’ll release the tension in your body.”
He moved another inch lower, his fingertips now reaching the moist flesh at the juncture of her thighs.
“Your body needs this.” And he needed it too, needed to feel her shudder in his arms.
He nipped at her skin where her neck met her shoulder and felt her shiver. “Say yes.”
With a sigh, her answer came.

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