Ladies and Gentlemen
I have had the privilege of interviewing the lovely Tara S Wood & Lori Goings today . As you know I am not one to waffle so why don’t we dive right on in.
So this question is for both of you lovely ladies. If you were ever to get stranded on a desert Island. What book would you want to have with you?
A tough question. But, if I had to pick just one, it would be “Heart of Darkness” by Joseph Conrad.
Thanks Tara, How about you Lori?
That’s an easy one.Stephen King’s The Gunslinger. Roland Deschaine was the first book character I ever loved. He set the standards I hold for a man in life. Lol. It means he made me a little…picky.
Desert Island’s can be a little stifling so while you are reading The Mists of Avalon. Who would you have to fan you… while reading? 😉
Without a doubt, Tom Hiddleston. *sigh* He is my strongest celebrity crush at the moment.
Oh Tara It looks like Hiddles has swam in especially for you 😉
How about you Lori who would you have wielding that fan?
Hmmm…probably Jason Momoa or AD Rowntree. I could seriously sop either of them up with a biscuit. *grabs towel to clean up drool*
Lol well you can only have one and by the looks of it Jason won this one.
I have to say ladies you have very good taste in the men you would choose to fan you and maybe even feed you the odd forbidden fruite 🙂
But we have to get back on track so next question. Again to both of you.
what is the first book you remember reading or have read to you?
The first book I remember reading on my own was “Little House on the Prairie” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I can’t wait for my daughter to be old enough to read and appreciate this book. Soon. LOL.
You know that time will come around way to quickly!!
On Beyond Zebra by Dr. Suess. I loved that book and my mother would read it to me. I still cry listening to her read The Giving Tree to my niece and nephew.
I love the fact that books can breach generations where other pass times might not 🙂
Ok thats as mushy as I get lol
We all have hero’s in our life who are yours? be it writer or otherwise.
Heroes? Another hard question. I am inspired by so many people. But, writers in general are my heroes. Anyone who has the stuff to sit down and pen a tale for others to read and enjoy. So much goes into crafting a story and then getting it to the public. It takes drive and effort, and the people who succeed in doing so have my utmost respect.
*Nods in agreement* Mine to Tara…
Writerly, I think it’s Neil Gaiman. He is the MASTER of the short story. Otherwise, it’s probably my dad. He worked hard all his life to give me what I have. I can’t ignore that. So now I work hard to give something back to him.
Now for a very important question…. Chocolate… dark, Milk or white?
Milk. Give me a plain old Hershey bar and I am a happy girl.
All of them. Pretty much in that order too. J
Lol a girl after my own heart.
We all have fond childhood memories. What was your favourite childhood game and why?
Are books considered games?
Well I wouldn’t have called a book a game per-say but the imagination could make a million games from just one book so why not 🙂
Chutes and Ladders. I think it was because it involved slides. I freaking LOVED slides as a kid.
*Grins and whispers* “I still do Lori”
So, last question, if you could live in any era, present, past or future what would it be and why ?
I’m pretty happy in the here and now. I don’t think I would change a thing.
I’m not sure. I want the past b/c I want to touch history but I want the present b/c it’s now. Now is where we change as people and change is important.
Well I would like to thank you for your time ladies, but just before I let you run off with that bar of dark chocolate and those two hot men holding fans… can you tell us a bit about your latest work and where we can find you please.
Our New release Lucius the Fallen has now been released
Can we have a snippet please?
Sure thing we have a trailer too 🙂
Ooo trailer first I think
And, here’s an excerpt:
The voice of the Almighty was calm, even as it sliced through his skull like a hot blade.
“This was not what I commanded you to do.”
Lucius looked up to the heavens, broken and bleeding, pain wracking through him with each labored breath. His wings ruffled in the breeze, their magnificence marred by chunks of missing flesh, sticky clumps of crimson feathers, and blood. He swallowed hard, tasting fear.
“They deserved it.” The sentence burned on his tongue.
The heavens quaked at his hubris, storm clouds streaking across the sky, chasing the ominous and angry slashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.
The voice was serene. “Do not presume to know My mind.”
“Silence!” A flash of hot lightning struck the earth and sizzled close to him.
Lucius heard a scramble of movement to his right, and managed a quick look. Four other angels were scattered nearby; his brothers-in-arms. All of them in the same fractured condition. They crawled forward and huddled together, helping each other to their feet, their strength tempered with exhaustion. The angels were once elite among their kind. Domniel, Mordecai, Elijah, Jude and himself. Now they stood supplicant, battered and bruised, facing the wrath of the Almighty together.
“You were exalted. You were brave, and courageous, and steadfast in My name. And you have fallen, easily corrupted by the seductive whispers of the wicked and his malevolence. If you will not serve Me in heaven, you will serve Me on earth, or you will burn.” The voice thundered above them, rattling their bones to the core. Lucius gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
Domniel, the most headstrong among them, dared to step forward. He raised a jagged, bloody blade to the sky. “We served You well! You allowed for the misery and despair to choke them! They suffered, and we delivered them unto You! All of them,” he shouted, “the oppressors and the oppressed!”
An angry roar rolled through as the sky darkened to black, and the black-winged angel pitched forward, forced to his knees by an unseen hand. He grunted loudly in pain, blood pooling from his knees as he struggled to stand.
“Your arrogance has given him power and opportunity to unleash his minions on this earth; My earth. If you thought My children were suffering, you will now live to see that suffering a thousand-fold. Go, and slay his demons. That is your charge. You are condemned to walk among them and reap your redemption. You wanted to play savior, now you shall.” The earth trembled in agony beneath them as blood-red clouds pushed aside the dark sky. “Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”
A deep and abiding sense of loss washed over Lucius. The Almighty was gone. He looked at the anguished faces of his brethren and found his regret mirrored there.
Domniel was the first to scream with a soul-shattering, “NO!”
And then they fell.
Author Bios And Links
Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.
Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.
You can pick the book up from these places!
Barnes & Noble
Moon Rose Publishing