Anyhoo, it's Saturday and that means I bring you a guest. Now, I vividly recall when Doris Martin first popped up in The Evernight Author group. I was like, "Oooh, another Doris!"
It's not often I meet a namesake, so when this Doris needed some blog space, naturally I jumped at the chance to get to know this new author.
So, without further ado, I give you Doris.
Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
…..Greetings, Doris! It’s a real pleasure to visit here today. Usually, it feels odd to talk about myself because I’m a listener, but I’m chatting with another Doris! That alone makes me feel downright comfortable, so please forgive me if I rattle on.
Regarding myself, I love books. I can’t enter bookstores or libraries without bringing home a pile of books or media. Curiosity drives me. I like finding out how things work, because I’m really searching for the secret behind our universe. Curiosity led to a career as a lab rat where I worked on the most amazing stuff. I’ve always scribbled stories throughout my life.
I used to garden, dance, paint, strum a guitar, tinkle the ivories on our old piano, do needlecraft, and travel. Now all I seem to do is writing—but that’s a good thing! Writing with a purpose for a real live reading audience is what I’ve always wanted to do.
What made you write ‘this’ story?
….A visit to Las Vegas, Nevada years ago sparked the beginning of The Dark Places. The city at the time looked like what I’d envisioned a planet colony boom town might look like. A dark, edgy love story had been haunting the back of my mind, but it was all hazy… until I hit Vegas.
Tell us about your cover.
…..The beautiful cover was created by Jay Aheer. I think she has a rare gift and ability to channel a writer’s dream book cover. When I wrote my list of character descriptions and setting, for the cover sheet, I didn’t know what to expect. Jay’s wonderful artwork was exactly what I’d envisioned. She also somehow detected elements in my story that I’d left undefined. Her art enticed me into integrating those missing elements into the story. Jay’s art work has made me her fan and I’m very grateful to Evernight for approving the art. And I must also give a shout out to my editor, Tricia Kristufek, for understanding the writing process and for allowing me to sneak those new elements into The Dark Places in the middle of edits. Both Jay and Trish were fantastic to work with.
Describe a typical day’s writing for us
…. Coffee first. Then I plan the day and my writing goals. After tackling errands and tasks, I focus on my WIP. I have no set word count target, but I do have a checklist. It can include verifying facts in the WIP, spot research, or section revisions. After that, I focus on moving the plot forward to the next scene. I can write at anytime of the day, but I prefer night writing—less distractions.
What inspires you?
….It’s mostly nuances of an emotion, a thought, a word, a picture, a painting, music, or unusual scenery in a new location. I think this means my inspiration comes from sensory and emotional cues and a different way of perceiving things.
If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
….I had to laugh—because I did it all backwards. I’ve always scribbled stories, but I liked science. I had my science career first—while trying to write in between balancing work, and family. I’ve left the lab behind and I’m finally starting on a writing career. So, if I’d started out as a writer first, I’d choose to be a scientist. At this point in time, if I weren’t a writer, I’d probably be an artist.
Do your characters ever surprise you?
….All the time! I think I know my characters, their motivations, and where they’re going. But then they stage a rebellion and take the story plot in another direction I didn’t see coming. That’s no fun, because that means the nice, tidy plot I’d envisioned and planned is now trashed. When no amount of coaxing will make my main characters come back and cooperate, I have to reinvent the plot. I think I know what a movie film director must go through whenever his main star actors fling their scripts to the ground and stalk off to their trailers in protest.
What could not do without when you’re writing?
….Music… But it must be themed to whatever I’m writing. I prefer game or movie soundtracks, electronica, and classics. And coffee… And chocolate… Accompanied with crunchy snack tidbits, please.
What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
….Keep all your stories. Even the deranged, syrupy, upchuckey ones. You might not ever publish them, but they’re grist in your creative brain’s mill. Take them out sometimes. Laugh at how much your writing has improved compared to way back then.
Transcribe any worthwhile stories scribbled on pen and paper into digital format A.S.A.P. (Your eyes and poor overtaxed brain will thank you later from trying to decipher your manic scrawling!).
Be persistent. Have a goal. Mourn rejection slips and email, but keep moving along your plan. Don’t be afraid to take a nontraditional publishing path. And keep an edition (hopefully current) of Writers’ Market handy!
Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
….. Hopefully alive, well, and still sane—with several books reaching out to many readers all over the world.
Do you have a favourite quote?
I actually have two. One is my own: “I hope I did some good in the world today.”
......The second is a loose paraphrase of the famous line, “…pay no attention to that man behind the curtain…” from The Wizard of Oz. Mine is: “Look behind the curtain.” (I guess that came about because it’s what researchers do most of the time anyway!)
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
....Yes, whenever my characters are staging a plot rebellion. Writer’s block also occurs whenever I wade into unknown territory and I’m out of my depth—or the obvious ending waiting ahead suddenly becomes trite and clichéd. I’ll either reroute the plot, or I’ll toss the story into storage until another day when I’m ready to tackle the roadblock.
What other books can your readers look forward to?
......One Sci-Fi romance/adventure, Book One in the Star Navigator Series, is close to release from another publisher. Then, perhaps I’ll try finding a home for a dystopia, along with one—or two sci-fi fantasy novels and novellas.
And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?
Book Description Publication Date: April 14, 2015
Kailiri Summers narrowly escaped an arranged marriage by fleeing to another planet. She has artistic ambitions, but life isn’t cooperating. Bartending seemed like a good option to stay afloat. She thought her future bleak until Matt Lorins walked into her bar.
One dinner with the charming and wealthy space trader binds her into a passionate marriage bargain. But he’s a man surrounded by mysteries that she can’t unravel. It's while she's traveling alone with him on his star ship, isolated far beyond all help, that he reveals a terrifying secret. She must choose between battling the darkness—or losing Matt forever.
Matt secured additional manual locks on the door and studied me with a slow smile. “We have only a few hours here, doll, before we have to get you to your place to pack up before we leave Harnaru.”
I started to say something—probably something witless or combative—but Matt pulled me into his arms. His lips sought mine while his hand roved with possessive assurance over my body. I couldn’t form a single lucid thought. Frost crept along my skin, and the shivering returned. Matt pressed me closer to his body, and I grew very conscious of his arousal. I no longer thought about escape. If this was a dream, I willed it to continue.
His caresses stroked along my lower back, continuing to soothe away my inhibitions. My shivering subsided, but the deep chill didn’t go away. Despite that, my arms encircled Matt’s hard waist, and I burrowed my body into his solid frame, determined to pursue my attraction to this puzzling but compelling man.
Why did he marry me?
The thought haunted me as my mouth opened beneath his insistent pressure. Our tongues touched in silken sensuousness that pulled at my core and left me breathless. His tongue slipped across mine and overrode my doubts about the immediate future. I wanted him to claim more of me. Our heated kisses created melting dampness between my legs. But the nagging chill chasing through me and along my skin persisted, though his arms crushed me close to his warmth.
Matt scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the wide, waiting bed, with its dark maroon satin coverlet. I submitted to the sublime experience of an attractive man undressing me. He patiently peeled away my boots, sockettes, and coveralls with minimum assistance from me, leaving me clad only in a dark blue silken camisole and very scanty matching briefs.
I’d absolutely no idea that I would be getting married that night when my frantic hands snatched this particular set of silky undergarments—fortuitously situated atop the clean linen pile—in my mad scramble to dress for work. At least these were sexier than my normal staid white cottons. Finally—you got something right, Kailiri! My lips curved in self-congratulatory smile, and I wondered if Matt appreciated them.
He removed only his tunic. I glimpsed an intriguing swirling pattern of dark hair above his navel and pant’s waistband before he laid his nicely muscled, tanned torso beside me with his head sharing my big fluffy pillow. “Something has made you smile again. It’s the first I’ve seen since we left the restaurant,” Matt said as he smoothed back a curl from my cheek. “Does this mean you’ve abandoned plans to escape me?”
“What do you mean?” My heart and smile froze. How does he know?
“You’re now a part of me through our imprinting.”
Those quiet words spread more ice throughout my bones. He leaned over and claimed my lips. I wanted to draw away, but I couldn’t. When he pulled back long, breathless moments later, I forced myself to speak quickly before my treacherous body betrayed me again and my brain stopped working.
“You keep saying that—I don’t understand what you mean when you say we’re imprinted on each other, Matt. Please tell me--what are you talking about?”
“It’s a rare occurrence, doll. People are always rhapsodizing about waiting their entire lives to experience the one overwhelming heart affinity between two people. People on my world believe that whenever they find each other across life’s adversity and the webs of time and space, their souls enmesh and their thoughts bind each other. Imprinting is what we called it where I come from. My mother’s people said it goes beyond reason and emotion. It’s a reclaiming of a missing part of one’s soul.”
Matt gave me a gentle, wry smile, the mesmerizing sparks in his eyes’ center glowed. “And I thought I was only rescuing a fair maiden from entrapment today upon Harnaru. I never suspected Fate would contrive to bring me the missing part in my soul now, of all times.” His brows descended in a dark frown. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve claimed and married you, Kailiri Summers Lorins. And I’m holding on to you as long as I possibly can.” He said this last part in a determined, hard tone. His hand curved around my hip and forced my stomach in flush contact upon his.
Conflicting alarm mingling with a curious melting in my heart confused my emotions. His words sounded as if our marriage had been an unexpected interference in his life too. Something told me he hadn’t revealed everything about my imprinting. Would the full truth frighten me witless, if I knew? How should I feel? Flattered? Afraid? Intrigued? Certainly a sizzling spark within had flickered to life and responded to him at the Lilith, and his kisses had mesmerized me into marrying him. But I didn’t know if he was the one I’d waited all my life to meet. Despite his descriptions about imprinting, my overwhelming physical attraction to him, which left me brainless sometimes, didn’t feel like a forever phenomena.
Then there was that soul-enmeshing, thought-binding matter….
“How can you tell for certain if this is your imprinting event or just basic attraction and desire between two people?”
“I felt the binding when I first kissed you, Kailiri. And so did you. You can’t deny it. There’s a deep chill running through you from it—right? Are you still cold?”
“It will pass soon.” His lips captured mine, and I was left no wiser about my mysterious condition.
Further questions slipped from my thoughts as my body arched toward his. My hands slid across his wide, sleek shoulders and along his neck. Time slowed down into crystallized moments wherein he trailed seductive kisses along my face and neck. His hand slipped beneath my camisole and caressed my breasts, then stroked along my stomach. One of my hands strayed down to the cloth-encased hard thigh lying over my legs, pinning me down.
Matt’s warm groin pressed with growing insistence into my lower anatomy. My hand roamed up along his pants’ smooth fabric, daring and curious, until it wedged through a tiny space between us and gently cupped his arousal.
He groaned softly and pulled away a little to allow me freedom to explore. I forgot to breathe for several moments as my hand stroked along his generous proportions. And he’s mine—for a while at least.
Thank you so much for having me here today, Doris. I truly enjoyed the interview.
You're very welcome, Doris!
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