Sunday, December 18, 2011

Blood of Anteros by Georgia Cates - Interview : Featured Author

I was tantalized by the mystery of her. The leech inside me came out to find prey, but found none in this enigmatic girl. The close proximity of her essence didn’t entice the monster within, so what did that make her? I had more questions than answers, but one thing was unmistakable; although she released me from her embrace, her hold on me remained.

Cruel circumstances turned Curry Brennan into the wretched monster he hates and refuses to accept, but when an expected turn of events releases him from the bond of his obsessive maker, he returns to the home he knew 161 years earlier and finds the return of happiness and joy in something he didn’t know existed. Puzzled by his growing attraction to Chansey Leclaire, a human, he is unable to resist the captivating relationship that threatens to reveal his existence as a vampire. He eventually discovers the reason he was destined to find what he didn’t know he searched for and is faced with the cruel realization that the living and the immortal undead will always be separated by one thing. Eternity.
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Although somewhat involuntary, I was part of this now. My confrontation fanned the flames of Julian’s obsession, making him more determined than ever to have Chansey. Consequences battled within me and my heart spoke against my mind’s better judgement. “Maybe I should drive you back and forth to work for a while, just until he backs off.”
She looked appreciative, but didn’t intend on taking my offer. “I can’t ask you to do that, it’s too much for you to take on.”
I didn’t intend for her to not take my offer. “You didn’t ask. I offered and I insist.”
Relief flooded her face. Then, she surprised me by stepping forward and put her arms around me. She placed her head against my chest, leaving me without an option and I returned the embrace by placing my arms around her. I lowered my face to her hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of lavender and vanilla. I dropped my face closer to her shoulder and smelled the lingering fragrance of jasmine, cherry blossom and peach, mixed with a slight release of salty perspiration due to the combination of heat and anxiety.
The monster, deep within me, unexpectedly resurfaced. He no longer laid dormant as he screamed in agony, begging to be set upon this innocent creature. He pleaded with me for one taste. Didn’t he deserve it? It has been so long.
One scent of her blood essence would surely send me over the edge, giving the awakened one the upper hand as he urged me to side with him. I braced myself for the battle against the leech within me and begged him to leave me in peace.
I held my breath and didn’t move a muscle, for fear the beast might interpret any sudden movement as permission to strike. When I could no longer hold my breath, I exhaled, then inhaled slowly and shallowly. I waited for her fragrance to signal my defeat, giving the leech the permission to strike.
I readied myself to charge against this inner beast when her aromatic essence penetrated my line of defense. When her aroma registered in my brain, I waited to see what my level of temptation would be. The beast received the verdict first and my battle was won as he retreated.
I was intrigued by Chansey’s unexpected essence. It wasn’t unappealing, yet not enticing either. It was neutral and I was spellbound.
She lifted her head from my chest and leaned back to see my face. “I don’t know what to say or how to thank you.”
She raised up onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my cheek before she released her hold of me. I reluctantly released my hold, as well, but I wasn’t finished exploring this. I wanted more, I needed more.
We both knew we had just shared a significant moment, although neither of us voiced it.
“I’m sure you’re exhausted. You should get a good night’s rest,” I said, verbally encouraging her to go to bed, but inside begging her stay.
I regretfully watched her walk up the steps to the backdoor. Before entering, she turned and said, “Thank you again, Curry. You’re a real life saver.”
The paradox of her words brought a smile to my face. She saw a life saver in a skilled killer and I was tantalized by mystery of her. The leech inside me came out to find prey, but found none in this enigmatic girl. The proximity of her essence didn’t entice him, so what did that make her? I had more questions than answers, but one thing was unmistakable; although she released me from her embrace, her hold on me remained.
I was uncertain what this meant for me, but more importantly, I didn’t know what it meant for Chansey. Of all the puzzling things in my head, there remained one clear circumstance; she needed my protection because, for once, I wasn’t the dangerous one.
I lifted my eyes to Chansey’s bedroom window and watched darkness replace the light. She remained standing at her window, believing she was hidden in the darkness, and briefly watched me before she crawled into bed.
She was lying in her bed, unaware of the strange emotions flooding me. Beings like me didn’t desire romantic relationships with humans, so it was unnatural for me to desire anything other than her blood while all I wanted was to be near her. I remembered the way she leaned forward to kiss me and it left room for no doubt in my mind; I wanted her with all of my heart, body and soul, if there still was one within me.


How did you start your writing career?

Most authors know they want to be writers from the time they are young children, but that was not the case for me. I always wanted to assist in the delivery of babies and that’s what I have done for the past 13 years as a labor and delivery nurse. It has been a fulfilling career, but I became restless as my desire to write grew stronger. I was a reader before I was a writer and I found myself searching for this book that didn’t exist, so I decided to write it. I am an avid lover of paranormal romance, but I don’t want to read about teenagers and their drama, so I wrote an adult vampire romance without the erotica factor. I know there are readers like me out there looking for this book and now it exists. 

Does travel play in the writing of your books?

Travel has played a huge part in this book. My setting is coastal Mississippi, and although there were endless changes to this story, the setting was never one of them. Some of my earliest memories are traveling to visit an aunt in Pascagoula, Mississippi and I developed a strange fascination with a historical home on the beach and this is where my characters live. The first thing I do when I arrive in Pascagoula is make my routine drive down the

Beach Boulevard
, but it isn’t to see the beach I long to see; it’s to see this house. 

Tell us about your current release.

Blood of Anteros is the 1st book of The Vampire Agápe Series. Curry Brennan is a 187 year-old vampire changed against his will at age 26. He is held captive by his crazed maker for 139 years, and by an unexpected turn of events, is released from her hold. He spends the next 21 years healing from his experience with the help of his new friend and vampire mentor, Solomon. Circumstances lead Curry back to home he knew when he was made a vampire and discovers an unwelcome, but growing attraction to one of it’s residents, Chansey Leclaire. The closer they grow, the more Curry suspects Chansey isn’t quite what she appears to be, and finds himself unable to resist her company, even if it means his destruction.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

Blood of Anteros is written in male, first-person point of view. I chose Curry as the narrator because most romance novels are written in third-person or from the female point of view. Men don’t verbalize their emotions and I wanted my readers to get more than a small glimpse of Curry’s feelings based on the limited words he was willing to say. I want them to feel how deep his emotions and affections are for Chansey, instead of hearing it through what he verbalized. I was challenging to write realistic thoughts and words of a man when I am so feminine in my thoughts and desires, but I am confident I found a middle ground that the reader will find realistic and endearing.

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

I LOVE this question. I am a huge music head and there is rarely a time when I don’t listen to music. I have a huge playlist that plays the entire time I write. When I hear an inspiring song, I listen to it over and over as I see the scene of the book playing out in my head, like a movie. My collection is huge and to limit it is like asking me which one of my children is my favorite. I love them all equally, but I’m going to limit it to my top 10. (Which quickly turned into My Top 25, but I narrowed it down to 18. It was the best I could do.)

1. Ugly Side- Blue October
2. Clumbsy Card House- Blue October
3. Let It Go- Fauxliage
4. Never Say Never- The Fray
5. Look After You- The Fray
6. Times Infinity- Mexicolas
7. Pieces- Red
8. Hide- Red
9. Never Be the Same- Red
10. Forever- Red
11. Fight Inside- Red
12. Mystery of You- Red
13. Start Again- Red
14. Confession (What's Inside My Head)- Red
15. Forgiven- Within Temptation
16. Memories- Within Temptation
17. Here Without You- 3 Doors Down
18. Hurricane- 30 Seconds to Mars

What was the scariest moment of your life?

I’m from Mississippi and we have quite a few casinos. One of my scariest moments occurred in a casino hotel in Tunica. One of my guilty pleasures is the craps table and I had rolled the dice way too late this particular night. I was returning to my room in the hotel, alone, and noticed a young man sitting on a love seat in the lobby as I walked past, but didn’t think anything of it. I spoke to an employee at the elevator entrance about my winnings and entered the elevator, alone. The young man from the lobby followed me into the elevator and took his place to stand behind me. I immediately felt the hair stand straight up on my entire body and experienced this rush of impending doom. I stood in that elevator, waiting for the elevator doors to close and faced a decision. Do I listen to my screaming instincts and get off of this elevator immediately, possibly offending the man, or do I give in to my fatigue so I can get to my room quicker and assume my imagination is in overdrive? I watched the elevator doors as they began to close and it was like it was happening to slow motion. I battled within on what to do and felt this undeniable urging, as strong as a physical kick in my rear end, to jump off of the elevator before the doors closed and I did. It was the next week that Oprah aired a show about listening to your fear and victims described very similar experiences, just moments before they were attacked and I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that that man was going to do something to me and because I listened to my fear, I was saved from some type of unknown harm. 

How to connect with Georgia Cates:


I am a wife, mother of two daughters and a labor and delivery nurse. I have recently added Paranormal Romance Writer to my list of things to keep be busy, but I am ecstatic to release my debut novel, Blood of Anteros, the first book in The Vampire Agápe Series. 

Like others that enjoy a great story of paranormal romance, I am easily bored by the tale of an obtainable, ordinary romance and was inspired to create The Vampire Agápe Series. When I am not tied up with my family or delivering babies, I am working feverishly on the second book in The Vampire Agápe Series.


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