Thursday, September 12, 2013

Wicked Wind by Sharon Kay: Interview and Excerpt


Plotter or Pantser? Why?

Mostly Plotter!  I would be too stressed out to be a Pantser.  But I don’t plot every last detail before I start writing.  I come up with an over-arching theme and some main plot points, then fill in details as I write. 

What group did you hang out with in high school?

The freaks and the geeks! A few brains and burn-outs, too.  I loved high school! 

What one thing would I choose do, just for the heck of it?

Learn to surf.  Not that I would use it much here in Illinois, but it looks like fun and a good workout, too! 

What do you do to unwind and relax?

I love to work out. I love step aerobics, Zumba, and running. 

Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?

First of all, JUST WRITE! Get your amazing idea on paper.  Don’t mess around with editing until later, because you may end up deleting that scene you just spent an hour re-working.  Then when you’re all done, get some objective people to read it. Learn as much as you can about the business part of writing, if you intend to self publish. 

What would we find under your bed?

Greeting cards that I have bought, thinking “Oh this will be perfect for so-and-so, even though their birthday is 4 months away.” Or Father’s Day, or any other holiday.  I buy them when I see good ones and hold onto them.  Sometimes I forget I have them and end up buying new ones.

What is something people would be surprised to know about you?

I made my own wedding dress. (I studied apparel design in college.)

Entice us, what future projects are you considering?

I’m deep in the middle of my Soslti Prophecy Series now, and I am about to write the third and fourth books now.  Book Three’s female lead has no interest in her amazing power, despite her family’s encouragement and the needs of the supernatural world.  And Book Four’s heroine, has lived her life as a thief, not knowing about her ability or the terrible price that comes with it.

Sharon Kay was bitten early by the writing bug.  At age twelve she wrote a short story, about a magic ring,that won a statewide Young Authors contest.  With her nose always in a book, she read the most novels for her age group in her local library’s summer reading program.
In her teens, writing took a back seat to fashion, as she was determined to find clothes different from what everyone else bought at the mall.  And what she couldn’t find, she created.  She learned to sew, worked in a fabric store after school, and spent her spare time with a needle in hand.  Her black and orange prom dress is still one of her favorite creations.
Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and didn’t expect to write again.  But Wicked Wind and the Solsti series formed in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to paper.  Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.

Sharon loves to hear from readers!  You can find her at: 

Sharonkay.novels (at) 

Twitter: @sharonkaynovels



Born with the ability to command the wind, Nicole Bonham spends her life hiding her gift. Deciding to take control of her power, she dispenses her own brand of vigilante justice in Chicago’s worst neighborhoods. Stealth and surprise are always on her side. 


Lash demon Gunnar prowls Earth and several supernatural realms to help maintain peace among the immortal species. His chance encounter with Nicole creates a hurricane of sparks between them, and he can’t let her out of his sight until he discovers her true identity. In his two hundred years, he has never seen a creature like her.


Nicole and Gunnar race to discover who - or what - is stabbing the city's most destitute residents and stealing their blood. The fire that forged their bond explodes into white-hot passion, weaving their souls together on an unexpected level. Haunted by the past, Gunnar's fiercely protective instincts battle with her need to defeat the creatures she was born to fight. As they track the mastermind behind the attacks, will Nicole’s unique talent unwittingly send her straight into his lair?

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Nicole had been in lots of short relationships, but nothing serious.  It was kind of hard to explain her ability. “Oh, by the way, I can manipulate air currents and temperature, but otherwise I’m just the girl next door” didn’t tend to go over well.  Not that she ever tried.  She hadn’t found a reason to.
She let her head tilt slightly to one side as she danced, just as her partner put his arm around her waist to pull her right up against him.  Nicole took it in stride.  This was a hot, just-opened club, advertised by word of mouth only.  The wild energy in the room stoked the patrons to a kinetic level.  All forms of dress paraded here tonight, including downright skimpy and dominatrix wanna-be.  She wasn’t about to sweat it if her cute-but-bland dance partner put his hand on her waist.  And if he did try anything she didn’t like, she could knock him on his ass in two seconds.  She smiled at him as they moved to the pounding music. 
Glancing to the side, her body ground to a screeching halt.  Words fled her mind as her eyes locked onto a mountain of a man.
Dark strength radiated from his frame.  He was tall, so tall that even in her heeled boots she knew she’d have to look up at him.  Built like the biggest linebacker in any football league, he parted the crowd as he stalked toward her.  His eyes only left hers when he got up close, in order to glare at the man she’d been dancing with.  He jerked his head to the side.  Her partner gave her one last glance before melting away into the crowd.  She raised an eyebrow at his boldness, but when he turned to her with a playful grin, any shred of resistance slipped away.
Nicole gazed up into hypnotic eyes that radiated Caribbean blue.  She blinked.  It might have been the funky lighting in the club, but she could have sworn his eyes actually glowed.  His black hair hung sexy and disheveled in a good way, with the longest layers just touching the neckline of his shirt.  Her eyes drifted down to his sensual mouth and square jaw, then lower to the rippling muscles clearly visible beneath his black T-shirt.  Mercy, he was fine.  Mouth-watering.  She swallowed, aware that she was staring.  She started swaying to the music slowly, her eyes back on his.  Her lips tugged into a small smile.
He smiled again, and—oh, my god—he had dimples, on top of all his gorgeousness.  He moved with her, boldly placing his big hands on her hips.  Her lids grew heavy, wanting to slide shut so she could luxuriate in the sudden warmth flowing from those hands into her body.  But she couldn’t look away from those eyes.   She smiled again, allowing his touch.  Tracing her fingers lightly along his shoulders, she wound her arms around his neck.  She couldn’t remember the last time she flirted like this.
A tiny voice in the back of her mind needled her.  You don’t know anything about him.  Maybe she should think twice about being so forward.  But she never doubted her strength.  Tonight, daring and power were her wingmen.
 The tempo of the music picked up and she turned away from him, only to raise one arm up and back to wrap around his neck.  She leaned back into him, until she felt their bodies press together, her back to his chest.  For an instant, she thought she heard him groan.  His hands found her hips again and locked her against his pelvis as they began a slow, dirty grind.  One of his hands left her hip to travel up to her waist, then farther up to caress her ribs, stopping maddening short of her breast before moving all the way down her thigh and finally back to her hip.  He did it again on her other side, turning her entire body into a live wire.
Then a tiny spark of reason emerged in her lust-fogged brain.  She paused.  God, she was so into him, she almost forgot they were in public.  In a packed night club, in front of her friends.  Nicole turned around to face him, touched his arm, and nodded toward the front door.  He kept one hand at the small of her back as they made their way through the gyrating crowd.
He took her hand in his as they stepped through the entrance and out onto the sidewalk.  They walked several feet away from the front door before Nicole stopped to lean against the brick wall of the building.  The cool night air felt good against her skin as she looked up at him.  “I’m Nicole.”
“Gunnar,” he murmured, his hand brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face.  “I like dancing with you, Nicole.”
She loved the way her name sounded on his lips.  “Me, too.  I just needed some fresh air.”
“I’m glad you decided to take me along,”
“Of course.  Maybe I’m not done dancing with you.”  She wasn’t usually this bold.  Where had that come from?
“Is that so?” He placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head.  His body blocked everything else on the street as he slowly lowered his head toward hers.  She knew he was giving her the chance to back out, but every nerve ending in her body screamed for his kiss.  He smelled like leather and smoke and woods on a rainy night.  She inhaled his scent, her body responding to the heat rolling off of his, the intensity making her feel like they were right back on the dance floor.
“Yes,” was all she could manage to whisper before his mouth closed over hers.
Her lips were soft, sweet, and giving under his demands. Right now, Gunnar didn’t feel any need for teasing, gentle kisses. Oh, they had their time and place, but not following the round of hot, dirty dancing that had just gone down inside. Her lips parted further, welcoming him as his tongue swept inside her mouth. She tasted delicious, a sweet mix of mint and Jack Daniels. Chest to chest, he felt her heart speed up, and damn, but he couldn’t resist touching her. He took one hand off the brick wall behind her and slid his fingers into her soft blond hair. Her arms wrapped around his neck once more, keeping him close as she sighed into him. Every inch of her skin that he had touched was silky smooth, belying the strength of the sinewy muscles beneath.
He stifled a groan as she moved one hand down to his waistband, teased her fingers along the edge, and then found one front belt loop. She hooked a finger into it and tugged hard, pulling him flush against her lean curves. He couldn’t resist pressing against her just a little more, making sure she felt the evidence of his arousal. He’d been hard for her ever since she first touched him on the dance floor, and when she rocked her perfect ass up against him, he nearly lost it. He broke away from her lush mouth to trail a line of kisses along her jaw and down her throat, reveling in the way she sighed his name.
He lifted his head to study her face. The bright emerald of her eyes darkened with desire as they flicked down to his mouth and back up. Her lips were slightly parted and swollen from his kiss. Still keeping one hand in her hair, he moved his other down her back to settle at her waist. His body roared for another taste of her. He bent to kiss her mouth again, then froze.
Nicole stiffened, too. They both looked toward the street corner, where
a man was trying to snatch a woman’s purse.



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