Night Prowler Novels, Book Two
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 98,000
Intended for Mature Readers 17+
Intended for Mature Readers 17+
Morgan Montgomery is waiting to die. Branded a traitor by her tribe, the Ikati shape-shifter has no hope for mercy—until Jenna, the Ikati’s newly crowned queen and Morgan’s former ally, offers one last chance for redemption. Morgan must infiltrate the
headquarters of the Expurgari, the Ikati’s ancient enemy, to destroy them once and for all. The beautiful renegade has just a fortnight to complete her mission or forfeit her life. Because she does not travel alone… Rome
Xander Luna is a trained assassin and the Ikati’s most feared enforcer, famed for his swift brutality and stony heart. Fiercely loyal, he is prepared to hate the traitor under his watch—until they come face to face. For Morgan Montgomery arouses something unexpected inside of him, something that threatens everything he believes in and the fate of the tribe itself: a love as powerful and passionate as it is forbidden.
Tell us about your current release.
Edge of Oblivion is book two of the Night Prowler novels. It follows Morgan Montgomery, a rebel shape-shifter who’s been accused of treason and sentenced to death. She has no hope for mercy--until Jenna, the Ikati's newly crowned queen and Morgan's former ally, offers one last chance for redemption. Morgan must infiltrate the Rome headquarters of the Ikati's ancient enemy to destroy them once and for all. She has just a fortnight to complete her mission or forfeit her life, and she’s accompanied by Xander Luna, a trained assassin and the Ikati's most feared enforcer, famed for his swift brutality and stony heart.
When Xander meets Morgan, he’s prepared for anything, except the unexpected attraction he feels, which threatens everything he believes in. And as they race against time into the ancient heart of Rome, suddenly more than justice is at stake: so is love.
Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
I firmly believe that the best way to learn how to write well (or better) is to read. Read everything and anything, come into it with a critical eye and really try to discern what works and what doesn’t, what inspires you and what irritates you and why.
Also, brace yourself for rejection the likes of which you have never experienced. You must solicit critiques of your work from other writers or beta-readers who are familiar with your genre and will be brutally honest with you, before you send your precious baby out to literary agents who will shred it like chum in a shark tank. Forget about getting opinions from friends and family; they can’t give it to you straight. (Unless you have a husband like mine, who starts reading the first page, wrinkles his nose and says, “What’s this mean? Why is she doing that? Who put the straw on the floor? This part doesn’t make sense!” until you rip the manuscript from his hands and go hide in the bathroom. If you have a spouse like this, I encourage you to a) Get their feedback because it will be a good approximation of how an agent/publisher will talk about your work, and b) Drink. A lot.)
Hone your craft, gird your loins for battle, and never, never, never give up.
What are the most important attributes for remaining sane as a writer?
Writers are not sane, and should not aspire to be so. The best compliment people can pay a writer is that you are “weird,” “strange,” “odd,” or any other derivative of “an eccentric writerly person who doesn’t fit into a nicely-labeled box.” Embrace it, find other writer friends who will understand you and make you feel better about yourself, and just give a Mona Lisa smile when people ask why you are wearing that lampshade on your head.
What one word best describes you?
Is there one passage in your book that you feel gets to the heart of your book and would encourage people to read it? If so, can you share it?
The first of the rain began, drumming on the roof three stories above, just as he spotted a small, dark mark on her right hip: a tattoo. A fresh tattoo, he could tell from the ink. He moved to it, kissing his way down her body, then paused when he was close enough to discern it in the dim room.
In perfect, cursive letters, it read: Live free or die.
His breath left his lungs in a rush. For a moment he felt sick; he felt lightheaded. Reeling with guilt and sudden self-loathing, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against her soft stomach.
And of course she knew. Beautiful Morgan, mysterious Morgan, rash, defiant, intuitive Morgan—she felt his pain and understood.
“Xander. Xander. Xander,” she murmured, as if to say stop that, stay with me, look at me. She stroked her hands over his hair and he lifted his head to stare up into her eyes. Vivid and searching, they were full of some emotion that made his heart ache. Softly she said, “We both know how to live broken. But the past is just that. Past. And the future is out of our hands. Neither one has a place here with us now. Let it all go and be with me.”
She slid down the bed when he stayed frozen with guilt and cupped his face in her hands. She said his name again, whispered it against his mouth, kissed him so gently he was gripped by a sudden, terrible urge to possess her, all of her, not just her body but her heart and her soul and every thought she might ever think and every emotion she might ever feel, all of it just so he could keep her here with him like this—soft and vulnerable and yes, loving—forever.
Drawn into the rightness of her lips, Xander kissed her back. Warm and soft and tentative, it opened a door inside him that had been locked for years.
“Love me,” she whispered into his ear, and the door blew wide open.
He was lost now; he knew it. Somewhere in the darkest corner of his heart he’d known it all along. So he no longer bothered to hold anything back.
He let himself fall.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Wow, I got seriously misty-eyed reading that question. Yes, I’d like to say THANK YOU to my readers. I’m grateful, humbled and amazed that you want to read something I have written. You inspire me to keep writing when I’m feeling lazy or low, and you give me the opportunity to do something I love passionately, which I never dreamed I’d be able to do. Readers are the only reason authors exist in the first place, so thank you for your letters and your emails and your support and you time. You guys rock.
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