Hi Doris, thank you so much for having me here today!
I am Violet Joicey-Cowen and I am here on a blog tour and giveaway to celebrate the upcoming release of my book, Captive Mates, which is book 5 in my Whithowe Forest Pack shifter series. It will be released July 6th, but is on pre-order now over at Bookstrand (links below).
There are great prizes in the giveaway, gift cards and eBooks. To enter, find the word of the day in this post then head on over to my blog (the WordPress link below). At the end of my Captive Mates Blog Tour post, there is a Rafflecopter link in blue. Click on that and you will see all the ways to enter the giveaway (some of which can be done daily).
Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
I am a single mother to a teenage boy who eats everything in the house and is obsessed with his PS4 and YouTube. I have two whippets (who I adore, but love slightly more when they don’t hover behind my knees and trip me up as I’m trying to get stuff done), two cats, fish, hamster (my son’s), and stick insects to take care of.
My great grandmother was an actress/singer on the stage and screen back in the twenties and thirties. Her son, my grandfather, was an artist. My mum is very artistic and musical. My thing is writing and always has been. I guess you could say it runs in my blood.
Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?
This is the fifth book in the first series I started. The series started with a wolf-shifter pack, though there are all sorts of other shifters and types of paranormals showing up now. One of the main characters in Captive Mates is a brother (there are four brothers altogether) of one of the MCs from the last book, Noah’s Reward and his story just naturally came next after what happened in the last book.
Q. Tell us about your cover.
The cover, which was created for me by the in house cover artists at Siren Publishing, is perfect! I love it so much. The guy in the middle is Isaac, the guy on the left is Ari, and the guy on the right is Keiron. Isaac is a lion-shifter and both Ari and Keiron are panther-shifters. As for the lightening, you will have to read it to find out ;)
Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us
Writing has to wait until I have done the school run in the morning and got any other jobs done around the house which are demanding my attention. Then if I am writing at home, I get a cup of tea and settle in for a few hours (though get distracted easily and have so much at home that I have to do). After lunch I will get another couple of hours in if I can and then go pick my son up from school. After that its generally household things, then supper. I am not doing much evening writing at the moment. My favourite writing days are when I manage to get out of the house and to a café. Tea on tap, no distractions, and plenty of time to focus on what I need to be writing!
When I have edits I throw myself into them and meals are served as and when I get hungry enough for it to get my attention. We eat a lot of pizza when I’m doing edits.
Q. What inspires you?
I get a lot of inspiration from my dreams. I keep a notebook beside my bed and try to note down ideas that may come in useful if I wake up and there is something sticking around in my brain. Apart from that, lots of things, people and places I see, conversations I have, random thoughts.
Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
I have been a writer since I was about ten years old and always dreamed of having something published, but never thought I would have the guts to send anything off. Showing a piece to a friend was impossible, how would I ever send something to a publisher?? After I left school I did a lot of bar work in various pubs and clubs. I also worked at a kids club and nursery (same company, several locations, which I moved between) for about a year, and also at a bookies for a year and a half. I went back to college and did an access to nursing course for a year and was wanting to go into midwifery but life stuff happened and I moved away for a year. When I came back I couldn’t find a job and everything in me was saying it was time to really go for it with my writing so I did. I threw everything into it. So what would I be doing now if I wasn’t writing? I would always have been a writer! I just may have had another job too. Not a clue what though…
Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?
Frequently. I am a pantser when it comes to my writing. I don’t do much plotting beyond knowing who my characters are and having a vague idea of where things might go. I sit down and just let things happen, I love finding out about what is happening to them as I go. Things do happen a lot that I wasn’t expecting, like characters I didn’t plan suddenly popping up out of nowhere and joining in, but it all adds to the fun.
Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?
Plenty of tea (earl grey) and my laptop. I have tendonitis in my wrists and hands and carpel tunnel syndrome, which both flare up periodically despite taking as much care as I can not to aggravate either, and I cannot do much pen and paper writing at a time.
Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
Keep going. Write a lot. Practice your craft as much as you can, and try not to edit as you go or you will get bogged down in details and the story will lose its flow. Read a lot. Read everything you can, in lots of genres, not just the one or ones you write in. Have someone else edit your story before you send it off, several someone elses preferably as they will spot mistakes and plot holes you will miss. Believe in yourself and have a thick skin, everyone who has ever created something has had critics tear them apart and had rejections. Don’t let anything stop you or turn you away from something you love doing.
Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
Celebrating my umpteenth book release. I will still be writing, but don’t do so well when I put too much pressure on myself so how many books I will have out by then is anyone’s guess.
Q. Do you have a favourite quote?
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart – William Wordsworth.
Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Yes and I hate it. Sitting down and staring at my computer screen when the words just won’t come (especially if you have the characters and general storyline in your head) is soooooo frustrating! I was pretty blocked for months and months until about two months ago when I began to be able to get little bits down again at last. The relief was incredible.
Q. What is the word of the day?
Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?
I have lots of books on the way, some started and some not. All the details can be found on the WIP page of my website. I can say that the book I am currently working on was originally going to be book 6 in my Whithowe Forest Pack series, but will instead be the first in a sister series about vampires. There are three books so far planned in the vampire series, and a further 8 (not all of which are detailed on my website yet as some are not started or I am not sure the order they will come) in the Whithowe Forest Pack series.
Q. And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?
When lion-shifter Isaac Anderson goes to help panther-shifters Ari Jones and Keiron Haller, not only does he get captured and imprisoned alongside them, but he also finds out something he never expected—he’s their third mate.
Keiron’s under pressure to mate elsewhere, Ari’s being beaten to force Keiron’s hand, and Isaac feels like he is floundering. The three unclaimed mates need to hold on long enough for rescue, in the form of Isaac’s pack, to arrive.
Even after they escape, danger follows and they have to fight to hold onto each other through that, memories of past trauma, and the effects of Keiron’s mysterious origins.
The three long to be free so they can settle down and live their lives together but will they get the chance, or will they always be captives? Will there always be something around the corner for them to fear?
Ari was woken by the sounds of a fight in the corridor. He recognised by now the sounds of fists hitting flesh with too much ease. Whoever was under attack sounded like he was giving back as good as he was getting. Ari turned a little and leaned up on his right elbow. He could hear more than a couple of people were involved in the scuffle, and grunts from several as they fought. Scents began to filter through the cracks around the door to him.
Mate! No, that’s not possible. Keiron is my mate and that isn’t him. The scent of whoever was out in the corridor was making his cat growling and lashing its tail inside him, urging him to go to them, to bite, to claim, and to defend. Someone was thrown against the door of his room and Ari jerked upright, ignoring the pains in his shoulder and the rest of his body. Then the fight stopped. Or at least whoever it was stopped fighting back, suddenly passive. A few more dull thuds and grunts sounded, and then a key slid into the door lock and turned. The three bolts were shot back and the door flung open. A man stumbled through, helped on his way by a hefty shove from one of the men now crowding into the doorway.
“Hey look, Ari, you have company!” They all laughed uproariously.
What’s funny about that? Ari thought, staring at the blond man who had fallen in a heap on the floor, trying not to look too interested in case they decided to put them in separate rooms. He couldn’t hold back a growl when Aaron swung his foot back and booted the man in the ribs. He silenced himself quickly and kept his gaze away from Aaron so the beta would not see the rage simmering there.
The blond on the floor stiffened and his head snapped up toward Ari, eyes wide and nostrils dilated. Ari felt a moment of panic that the guy would give something away to Aaron or one of the others. He realised this must have been the way Keiron felt all those months ago when he had laid eyes on Ari from his vantage point atop the building, a burning desire to go to him, but fear and worry about the consequences. The man lowered his head again and Ari breathed out slowly.
Aaron and his cronies left, closing the door and locking it behind them. The blond opened his mouth to speak, but Ari quickly held up a hand to keep him quiet for a few more moments. As soon as he could no longer hear footsteps moving away, he relaxed.
“Are you hurt badly?” he asked.
“Only my pride,” the man replied, with a rather pained grin. He winced, holding an arm to his ribs as he clambered to his feet. “I’m Isaac. You’re Ari?” At Ari’s nod, Isaac gave a dark laugh. “Of course you are. Well, I was supposed to be here to rescue you.” Isaac had an accent.
“Huh? How did you even know I was here? Are you English?”
“Yes, I am. It was Keiron. He got a message out to a member of my pack.” Ari had no idea how Keiron had managed that, but he hoped his mate was safe and hadn’t gotten caught doing something stupid. Isaac was sniffing the air with a frown.
“Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you my mate? Keiron said you were his mate in his message, but the way you smell… God, my lion is going nuts.”
“My panther, too. Keiron is my mate. I… He must be our mate. I can’t see fate making him and I mates, and you and I mates, without all three of us being mated to each other.” Ari felt weird discussing it like this. It all felt so clinical and rational.
“No wonder my lion has been so restless. He must have been picking up something from you both since I got here. I caught your scent properly when they had me outside in the corridor, stopped fighting back because I wanted in here where they were trying to put me.”
“And now we’re both screwed.” Ari gave him a wry grin. “You might as well come sit down.” He sat up properly and moved over making it obvious he wanted Isaac on the bed with him, not on the one across the room.
“Oh, don’t worry. As long as they don’t do us in in the next few days, my pack’ll come looking. Rescuing people is kind of what they do. I was an idiot to come on my own.” Isaac limped over and lowered himself gingerly to the bed. He sat close, and Ari could feel the warmth his body gave off. He could feel his blood heading toward his groin. Hmmm… maybe getting him to sit next to me was a bad idea. I mean, God knows he smells amazing, but we can’t do anything. Not without Keiron knowing. That would feel like betraying him. But, hell! I don’t know if I can stop myself from touching this guy.
“So why did you?” Focus. Must focus on the conversation.
Isaac shifted, next to him, then again. Ari looked down at where their arms were barely touching, his own brown skin against the pale, creaminess of Isaac’s. Looks good. Smells good. I’m so fucked. Then Isaac rose to his feet again and moved away from the bed. He hobbled over to the other cot and sat back down, looking at Ari dryly. “Sorry, no way I can concentrate if I sit next to you. All I want to do is push you back, rip your clothes off, and lick you from one end to the other.”
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/captive-mates
Thank you again for having me as a guest here today.
It was my pleasure, Violet. Thanks for sharing with us today :-)
Stay naughty, folks