As I promised last week, here are the videos I did in a recent chat with Goodreads. In them, I answer these reader questions:
“After you’re done with Cat and Bones and Vlad and Leila, will you continue to write about the Night Huntress World?”
“Has Maximus been cut off from Vlad’s line and is there any chance he can redeem himself to Vlad and Leila?”
“NH will be over soon (I am extremely sad about that). How do you feel about that and are you ending the series with a bang?”
“Are any of the characters in your books like yourself?”
“Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a certain album that helps the writing process along?”
“How did you start? I mean, were you rejected by any agents?”
“Will we ever meet Timothy? (Where is he now? Etc?)”
“You’ve got such a fresh point of view on Dracula, and I love it! What made you think of this version of the Dark Prince?”
“I am very interested to know if we will have more interaction with the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau?”
“What gives with Don? He’s still secretive, even as a ghost.”
“I have a serious love/hate feeling about Vlad. During the writing process do you ever stop and think, ‘Wow, this guy can be a real jerk!’?”
“Could you please tell me when Cat And Bones book #7, which I believe is called Up From The Grave, will be available for pre-ordering?”
“Will you ever write a book about Ian?”
If any of these were questions you were wondering about, listen to my answers below :). I answered them in the order that they appear here, and my apologies for how my voice doesn’t always match the movements of my mouth. The screen would freeze for a couple seconds and that messed things up a bit.
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If none of those were questions you were wondering about, here’s something that may interest you – a small scene snippet from Up from the Grave, Cat and Bones #7. Warning: If you haven’t read my story in The Bite Before Christmas anthology, there is a major spoiler about Bones and Ian at the bottom of this. Aside from that, I’ve kept it spoiler-free by replacing some words with “redacted.”
The RV smelled like an Italian restaurant that had been overrun by stoners. Needless to say, I didn’t want to speak to my uncle at the moment, so if Don had any intentions of traveling to [redacted], he was doing it by ley line. We had enough garlic and weed to hold off an ethereal army.
Tyler also wasn’t going with us to investigate [redacted]. The medium stated that he and Dexter were sitting this one out – a wise choice. It also gave me a trusted person to leave Helsing with. My cat had probably run through eight of his nine lives from the other battles he’d unwittingly been a part of. I wasn’t about to drag him along on what might turn out to be our most dangerous one ever.
We didn’t go straight from New Orleans to Charlottesville, though. We stopped by Savannah, Georgia first. Knowing the person we were picking up, I expected the address he gave us to end in either a grand house or a strip club, but we pulled up to a modest townhouse near Forsythe Park instead.
“The Nav system must’ve gotten lost,” I muttered.
Then the door opened, dispelling that notion. A tall, auburn haired vampire sauntered out, pausing to blow a kiss at the disheveled-looking blonde who lingered in the doorway despite only wearing a towel.
“Have that spatula ready when I return,” Ian sang out to her.
“I don’t even want to know what that means,” were my first words when he climbed into the RV.
Ian clucked his tongue as he settled into the chair behind us.
“You don’t already? Shame on you, Crispin. Married how long and you haven’t spanked your wife with a metal spatula yet?”
I’d gotten used to Ian’s casual assumption that everyone was as perverted as he was, so I didn’t miss a beat.
“We prefer blender beaters for our kitchen utensil kink,” I said with a straight face.
Bones hid his smile behind his hand, but Ian looked intrigued.
“I haven’t tried that…oh, you’re lying, aren’t you?”
“Ya think?” I asked with a snort.
Ian gave a sigh of exaggerated patience and glanced at Bones.
“Being related to her through you is a real trial.”
This time, Bones didn’t attempt to conceal his grin. “That’s why you can pick your friends but not your family, cousin.”
An emotion flashed across Ian’s face before he covered it with his usual I’m-a-pain-in-the-ass-and-proud-of-it smirk. If it were anyone else, I’d swear it was childlike joy at hearing Bones call him “cousin.” Recent events had revealed their long-lost human connection, making Ian both Bones’s vampire sire and his only living blood relative.
That meant I was never getting rid of him. Then again, considering what my blood relatives had done, Ian was almost a saint by comparison.
“You didn’t say much when you rang me, so what’s the crisis you need my help with this time?” Ian drawled, sounding bored.