Welcome! Thanks so much for doing this Q&A so we can find out a little about you and your work. How did you start your writing career? I’ve always loved reading and writing stories, and one day I started a story that I just couldn’t stop. My best friend read it and loved it, so she pushed me to try and get it published. A year later, Born Dark was a published novel and I was an author.
Who is your favorite author? Cassandra Clare or Jennifer Armentrout. I love everything they write.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? As a kid, I wanted to be a veterinary nurse. I wanted to do that right up until I was fifteen and I realised I was in no way capable of dealing with the possibility of having to put an animal down. That was also around the time I discovered writing.
What is your favorite meal? Macaroni cheese. Or a cheeseburger. I adore anything with cheese.
What group did you hang out with in high school? Me and my friends were a collection of misfits. Me and one other girl were Goths, one girl was sporty, one was nerdy. We didn’t fit in with the popular “normal” crowd.
Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they? Write what you love. Once you’ve got a story, run with it. It doesn’t have to make sense to start with, you don’t have to plan every detail. Just write that story, and once it’s finished, then you work on polishing it up.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Series: Caged Trilogy #1
Author: H.G. Lynch
Published: March 19th, 2015
Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Mild sexual content and violence
Recommended Age: 16+
Synopsis: Tilly is a witch…at least, she thinks she is. All she really knows is that she has powers she shouldn’t, and that the cruel women she escaped from – who definitely are witches – will stop at nothing to make her their prisoner again because of those powers.
But Tilly has fallen in with a strange group – a pack of werewolves. The pack wants to protect her; none of them more so than Dominic, the alpha’s kind-hearted son. Tilly thinks she might be falling for him, but she can’t help being fascinated by his brooding, mysterious half-brother Spencer.
Caught between the two, Tilly isn’t sure anymore what she’s most scared of: the witches hunting her down, or her own heart betraying her.
Shame and guilt warred with anger inside me. After how he’d treated me earlier, I should have hated Spencer. I didn’t. When I saw him sitting by the stream, I should have wanted to go over and scream in his face. I didn’t. Seeing him there, curled up with his head in his hands, clutching his hair like he was in pain, I just couldn’t hold on to my fury and hurt. I’d never seen him so discomposed, so rattled. It shook me, and I wondered what had him so upset. Was it me? Was this because of me? Or was it egotistical – maybe even stupid – of me to think that? To hope for it?
Abruptly he started pulling off his shoes and threw them carelessly, one landing in the stream. He shot to his feet, tugging off his t-shirt, and I bit my lip gingerly. The breeze swept a few strands of hair into my face and I brushed them back absently, but I saw Spencer freeze, tensing. He lowered his t-shirt back into place and stood, strung tight as a bow, staring into the water. I waited for him to do something else, to turn and walk away or to Change and vanish into the trees to prowl the night. He just stood there. Waiting.
He knew I was there.
He was waiting for me to make a choice.
I could walk over there, or I could turn and leave.
I started to turn, my feet muffled on the dirt and moss, and then I paused, thinking of the way he’d been clutching his hair, growling, muttering to himself. I hesitated, uncertain. Words fought in my head: You understand me, Tilly…I said I love you…I don’t say things I don’t mean…I lied. I lied. He lied. He’d lied to me. But I was starting to wonder, watching him now, which time he’d really lied. I needed to know.
I stepped out of the trees. Spencer didn’t turn, though I noticed his head tilted ever so slightly in my direction, listening. For a moment, I just stood and stared at his back, the tight set of his shoulders, the curled weights of his fists at his sides. And then he spoke.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his voice flat. I recalled he’d asked the same thing in the exact same tone the first night I’d found him by the stream, chucking pebbles into the water. It felt like an eternity ago, though I knew it had only been a few weeks. Hell, yesterday felt like an eternity ago. Everything in my head was blurred, confused, jumbled. I rubbed my forehead, trying to focus, but all I could think of was Spencer’s eyes when he promised on the night of the full moon, after the attack, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me for any reason. He’d said so many things like that, been my saviour so many times.
About the Author:
H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow.
Her books are dark paranormal romances.
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