Welcome to the last day of my October Blog Tour. Today I’m talking history with one of my favorite authors, P.L. Parker. What I love about her books is the types of historical romances she writes. I’m not talking boring ole’ predictable romance. I’m talking “breath of fresh air” romances set way the hell back in time. Imagine, a heroine gettin’ her groove on with her leading man when Neanderthals invade! Now, that’s the kind of historical romance I’m talking about!
I had the pleasure of reading FIONA, set in ancient China as well as RILEY’S JOURNEY, set 40,000 years ago. I devoured those books, and I’m ready for more. Thank Goodness, P.L. is up to the challenge.
I’m a wife, a mother to three grown sons and a grandmother to one darling 5 year old girl. In my daily life, I’m a legal assistant in a downtown Boise, Idaho, law firm. I began seriously writing six years ago with my debut novel, Fiona. Before that time, I taught belly dance, choreographed, performed and managed the dance troupe Marrakesh Express. After 27 years of dancing, I was ready for a change.
For several years in between the dancing and beginning my part-time career as a writer, I tried my hand at crafting. I hand-stitched some really nice Christmas hangings and I also made and sold quite a few fairy gardens. I’ve always been a storyteller and my husband encouraged me to start putting my ideas to paper.
I love the alpha male but my males have to be sensitive. I don’t write contemporary, mostly paranormal (time travel and some sci-fi) so I like my males to have a wild side. In my latest release, The Chalice, my hero, Tegan, is a warrior but is also gentle. I like my males to be dominant, fierce and protective—and have longish hair.
This might sound a little strange because I’m not an outwardly religious person, but I would go back to the time of Christ and seek him out.
My best advice is to just get something on paper and add to it. I like to write a little bit every day. It keeps the story fresh in my mind.
If I couldn’t be a writer, I would be an actress. I loved being in the plays in high school and I often think it would be fun to join one of the community playhouses and do a little acting on the side.
Since it is almost Halloween, I’m offering an e-copy of my novel, Absolution, to one lucky commenter.
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TU0EHWSz054&feature=plcp
My website: www.plparker.com
My blog: www.plparker.blogspot.com
For years, travelers in the FrenchVosges Mountains heard the wailing of a woman echo in the hollows. Her cries went unbidden. No one was brave enough to seek out the source. Over time, the screams lessened, then stopped. Eventually, even the memories slipped away, forgotten.
Six centuries later, two over-eager research assistants find and release the young half vampire, Chloe—unaware of events they unwittingly unleash with her.
Far away, other forces are aware of her awakening. Zaccarius, greatest of all the Slayers, is sent by the Council of Nine to seek out Chloe, determine her worth and render justice. Enticed by her purity and innocence, he becomes her protector. However, Jochad, the Dark Master and his army of evil vampires are eager to claim Chloe.
In the battle that ensues, Zaccarius falls beneath Jochad’s army. To save her lover, Chloe must make a choice. Ancient and dying, Jochad needs her blood to reanimate. His ultimatum—her blood for Zaccarius’ life.
“I canst not move,” she objected. “Ye hast made movement impossible.”
Chloe reached up, moving the gauze just enough to allow breathing.
“Now you messed it up.” Earl re-adjusted the layer, leaving it slightly looser.
“I be barely able to see,” Chloe complained. “Doest ye believe such will work?”
“I think it will, but what about these?” Benny fingered her long tresses. “Won’t they get suspicious if her hair’s not burned off?”
“’Tis very thin,” Chloe murmured, “and p’raps they will think the fire be the cause.”
“Good point!Maybe if we pull it up and wrap it around her head, they won’t even notice it. Her face’s enough to scare ‘em away anyway.”
“For gawd’s sake, Benny! Is your mouth attached to your brain?”
Chloe’s lips twisted in a wry smile. “’Tis well Benny reminds me often, else I might fall into the sin of vanity.”
“Well, I’ve been paying attention, and believe me, you’re getting better. There are actually places where skin’s starting to form. That has to be good!” Earl reached for a jug of blood. “While I’m thinking about it, you better drink some more of this before you go to sleep.”
Benny’s stomach gurgled loudly. “How about us? When do we eat?”
“I be pleased to share.” Chloe’s voice rang with amusement, much to Benny’s chagrin.
Shuddering exaggeratedly, he poked a finger down his throat and gagged. “Forget it! Yuck!”
With Earl’s assistance, Chloe managed to mince her way to the SUV, but getting in was another matter. Between the two of them, Earl and Benny loaded her into the back, taking care to tuck the tent around her once again. Their voices came muffled through the layers and Chloe felt as if she were in another world. Truth be known, she was in another world, unlike any she’d ever imagined. How was she going to fit into this strange place?