What better place to feature in a urban fantasy than a book store? I really can’t think of a better place. This is the start of a new urban fantasy series that fans of the genre will want to check out. I’m happy to say I’m kicking off this lovely tour for Night Owls with an
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Salutations, Greetings, Hello, Ayo, and all that jazz! Thanks so much for joining us at My Shelf Confessions and agreeing to this, ahem, interrogation.
Hello and thank you for having m—interriwhatnow?
Poor dear, nobody warned you did they?
N…no? Too late now *smile* Let’s sally forth shall we?
Were you the one that stole my last gingerbread cookie!? Sorry wrong script (It was the husband anyway, I just know it). That cookie thieving mongrel…
They are the worst cookie thieves.
Right, here we are! A Bookstore setting! – I think right out the gate scored some points with every book lover out there. So tell us – what was the first visit to a bookstore or library that you can remember? Who took you or instilled that love of reading?
Most of my bookstore memories are from Booksmith in Hanover, MA, which would eventually become the store I worked in through high school and college. Sadly, they’ve been closed for several years now, but the interior layout of Night Owls in my head is close to the way Booksmith was. I won’t swear to them being my earliest bookstore memory, though. Pretty much any trip or vacation or extended visit to relatives involved a bookstore visit, which leads to a sort of wonderful assorted blur of shelves from my formative years.
My parents are definitely the ones who got me reading. My early favorites were The Curious Little Kitten and Richard Scarry’s Best Mother Goose Ever. You know that trick some people pull, where they maybe skip ahead a page or two if the kid’s drifting off? Never worked on me. I’d wake right back up and demand they go back and read what they’d skipped. My poor mom and dad…
Werewolves and vampires, sometimes I wonder if I ever haven’t seen them going hand in hand in urban fantasy. So are there any new and special traits about your wolves and vamps that you care to entice us with?
They’re sort of like chocolate and peanut butter that way, aren’t they?
The Jackals are sort of werewolves gone very, very bad. Like werewolves, they can be hurt by silver, and transform into big, slavering, dog-like creatures. Unlike them, though, they don’t have to wait for the moon to transform. While they sometimes can turn their victims into Jackals with a bite, they also have this disturbing habit of converting their dead victims. Whether or not anything of the original person remains is *clamps hands over mouth*
Vampires! Right! Vampires in my world are the Jackals’ natural predators. Some of them have joined up with human hunters to wipe out nests of Jackals. Val used to be part of that, but she’s spent the last several years trying to leave that life behind.
Can you give us a 140 character Twitter pitch for Night Owls?
Val just wants to sell books. But when Elly leads the monsters to her store, this bookselling vampire has to dust off her fightin’ boots.
How about a short character dossier on your main characters? I’ll give you an example. Lets use me, I know I’m not a character but hey, I have high hopes I’ll be immortalized one day!
Tabitha: Batty, and quite whicky in the whacky woo, she can often be found with paint smeared on her face and hands, three books in tow and masses of bruises as she’s her very own walking hazard zone. Not to be taken lightly nor seriously. Easily bribed with cookies.
Lauren (yes I want one for yourself too cause hey, I’m all about getting to know you *wink): When she’s not reading, writing or doing the bidding of her feline overlords (ear scritches. Foreeeever), she’s probably playing video games or trying to get to the part where the cats don’t come in and yowl along with her terrible guitar playing. Big science geek, especially if it has to do with space. Stayed up super-late to watch Curiosity land on Mars, will always get sniffly at the video of the JPL crew erupting into joyful cheers.
Now onto those fictional characters!
Valerie: Just your everyday mild-mannered bookseller, who also happens to be a vampire. Oh, and a secret badass. Val’s still haunted by what happened to her and her old crew years ago, on the other side of the country. She’s come to Edgewood to start over, she tells herself, and if she’s a little overprotective of her good friend and Renfield Chaz, well, it’s because good friends are hard to find. Right? Right?
Elly: Sneak up on her and she’s likely to stake you first, ask questions later. Y’know, if you survive. She’s paranoid and wary because that’s what keeps you breathing. Elly’s got a grim practicality about her. There’s vulnerability there, too, though she doesn’t want anyone to know it. That’s how they get you, when they learn your weakness.
Please sign here to part with 2/5ths of your soul and 1/18th of all your creative brain power. You can’t? You sure? I’d accept a bit role in the next book then. Tabitha is a wonderfully witchy name don’t you know. Ok ok, I know get on with it. So pushy! – Who’s interrogating who here?
*points the hot lamp back at Lauren*
Nothing says it better than the characters themselves. I don’t know about you and all the reading masses out there – but I love quotes, I’m betting even money we all do! Can you share with us one of your favorites from Night Owls?? Doooo eeeeeet – I’m always curious what an author’s favorite bit is.
Val watched until his taillights disappeared at the end of the street. She turned her face to the wind and braced herself. Then she inhaled deeply.
Blood and rot and crawling things. Skittering, slithering. Writhing. The thickness filled her nose and went straight to her brain, to the place where pure animal fear ruled. She realized that the soft whimpering she heard was coming from her own throat.
Then, just as suddenly as the scent had appeared, it was gone. All the breeze carried now was the dry earthy smell of dying leaves. Her heart slammed; her hands were shaking. Every muscle screamed at her to run as fast and far as she could.
No. Even as she thought it, the fear had begun leeching away. Val willed her fists to unclench. Deep breaths, as much to make sure no traces of that horrible scent remained as to calm herself down. For years, she’d been the scariest thing in Edgewood, aside from finals and dissertations. Now it seemed something new had rolled into town. She hoped it hadn’t come here looking for her.
She’d thought she’d left that all behind.
It’s make it or break it time. If you didn’t see this one coming well… We are all about confessions here and I love collecting them for blackmail endless personal entertainment. I’ll even give you one of mine in exchange! How’s a bout it…did I mention this isn’t optional?
So I have an obsession with finding the perfect gingerbread cookie recipe. I still haven’t found it yet – so instead each year during the holidays I drive 2 hours to the Charles Dickens fair and buy over a dozen gingerbread cookies from one specific vendor at the fair. I then freeze them and live off of them for as long as I can – They usually don’t make it past February. I even offered to buy their recipe and was refused! The nerve! I would give them the evil stink eye and banish them to the realms of the umpteenth level of Hades where there is no sunshine, just one big oven and no possibility that they could ever bake cookies again but hey…then where would I get my gingerbread cookies from right?
Now you know one of my weaknesses, my kryptonite. I dares you to top it! Preferably something embarrassing because I could use a good chuckle right about now.
I am so bad with directions. I could get lost going to the end of my street. When tourists ask me where something is near my office —where I’ve worked for fourteen years now— I tell them I’m not sure unless I can point directly at the place they’re headed. I might have once told my husband to take Route 95 when it should have been 495, and didn’t realize it until we were, erm, very far out of our way. Very. Far.
Seriously, don’t ever ask me for directions. It’s a terrible idea.
Weeeeak! *I guess I can’t technically say that since I haven’t and don’t know the response you wrote at this very moment but if you can’t tell I get a kick out of being a buggaboo!* An added note – a pretty good confession I will let you live awhile longer yet.
Thanks so much for being a doll and putting up with my jabs and pokes. I’d give you a cookie but, yeah I can’t I ate them all. Good luck with the book release!
Thank you so much! I have some chocolate chip cookies here. Have one of mine! *shares, even though they’re not gingerbread*
Night Owls book store is the one spot on campus open late enough to help out even the most practiced slacker. The employees’ penchant for fighting the evil creatures of the night is just a perk
Valerie McTeague’s business model is simple: provide the students of Edgewood College with a late-night study haven and stay as far away from the underworld conflicts of her vampire brethren as possible. She’s lived that life, and the price she paid was far too high to ever want to return.
Elly Garrett hasn’t known any life except that of fighting the supernatural werewolf-like beings known as Creeps or Jackals. But she always had her mentor and foster father by her side—until he gave his life protecting a book that the Creeps desperately want to get their hands on.
When the book gets stashed at Night Owls for safe keeping, those Val holds nearest and dearest are put in mortal peril. Now Val and Elly will have to team up, along with a mismatched crew of humans, vampires, and lesbian succubi, to stop the Jackals from getting their claws on the book and unleashing unnamed horrors
Night Owls (Night Owls #1)
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