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What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from
looking on your bio or reading in another interview?
I have terrible impulses that I'm helpless against. Like last year, for
example, I decided I really wanted to go to Ireland. So I booked tickets for a
flight and a hotel in Dublin to go in 6 weeks. I justified it as a research
What do you enjoy doing on your down time?
Obviously reading, which is a pleasure as well as part of work. I have a
love/hate relationship with walks in the countryside, but my spaniels insist on
it. I've also got a terrible weakness for shopping, and when I want something, I
work hard until I justify how I can have it.
What is your Favorite part of writing?
When it's going well, there's no other high that compares. I love writing
dialogue that banters back and forth, that you can practically hear in your ear
and sizzles off the page.
Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?
I find I write consistently better when I write at least 1000 words per day,
though that can climb to 4 or 5000 when I have the day off from my day job. I
always have to read back through what I wrote the day before as well, slip back
into the story so to speak.
While I wish I was a thorough plotter, I find I straddle the line between
plotter and pantser. Even so I need to have at least the next few scenes
outlined or the story drifts aimlessly!
What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/
I have so many, but to pick the absolute instant buys I'd have to say Nalini
Singh, who is a beautiful, strong-with-images writer, Larissa Ione, a new
favourite but I devoured her books and always fall in love with her heroes, and
Gena Showalter and Kresley Cole, who I find equally hilarious and steamy.
How would you pitch Ashes to someone who has not heard of it before?
In the broken human territory, Ana, a runaway phoenix princess, leads a fight
against the corrupt human ruler with her gang of misfits under the name of
Liberty. The fly in the ointment is her ex-bodyguard, Cade, who's been hired by
the ruler to track Liberty down. The flames he denied so long ago fan to life
again as both try to figure out truth versus lie in a city on the verge of
Can you tell us a little bit about the world that Ashes is set in?
Picture a world torn apart by supernatural wars that has been divided into
different territories and assigned to the strongest races. In the very North is
the phoenix territory, named The High Lands, where Ana is originally from. It's
fragrant, open, lush. Starkly opposite of where she now hides in plain sight -
the human territory, The Southlands. Broken and corrupt like its famed human
high ruler, the infamous neighbourhood she and her gang inhabit is called the
Maze for its manmade traps that try to snatch innocent life. This world is
brutal and the meek do not inherit this earth. Only a few, like Ana and her
gang, put their lives on the line to protect them.
Do you have a favorite scene in Ashes?
This is a hard question because a lot of my favourite scenes are tangled up
with the plot, so to avoid spoilers, I'll say a scene with Trick - Ana's
co-leader - and Ana near the beginning. Ana has just escaped Cade's clutches,
unfortunately with a pair of handcuffs attached. She has to begrudgingly ask
Trick for his help - to his vast amusement. This scene goes from high amused
banter to infuriated accusations. I always smile when I read it.
Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about?
What about the hardest to write about?
I loved writing Ana's character. She's so spunky and volatile, prickly on the
outside while protecting a vulnerable centre bruised by her parents, Cade's
rejection of her love, and a vow never to let herself be hurt like that again.
She's earthy, crude, confrontational yet you can't help but root for her to open
herself up again.
The hardest was the villain, Edward the Bloody. Trying to convey his desire
to advance the human race through his experiments while balancing his outer
image so you could believe he fools the majority was really tricky. I didn't
want a cookie cutter villain. Ana and Cade deserved a proper villain, but I also
wanted to have a villain you could almost see his point and then you'd start to
understand why he'd taken in so many.
What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?
Well, I'm delighted to say that Samhain Publishing has bought the second in
the Divided Kingdom series, which focuses on the other female in Ana's gang,
Sapphy. She hides a secret too which she'll have to face along with the
reluctant help of the gorgeous Fae Enforcer/ Ambassador, Nathe Amergin. He's as
proper as she is loose so watch for the sparks!
Aside from that, I'm busy writing the third book in the DK series, which
features the Demon member of Ana's gang, and flirting with an idea for a new
paranormal romance series =)
Sophie H. Morgan is a paranormal romance author with a love for hot guys,
sassy heroines and HEAs that seem impossible. Currently residing in England,
Sophie divides her time between her two crazy spaniels and plotting how best to
drive her characters into each other’s arms. Ashes is her first book.
Find Sophie and her books
The Divided Kingdom #1
Secrets can burn.
Contains incendiary sex between a phoenix princess with a secret identity,
and a jackal shifter who can take a lot of heat. Boys from the “hood”, a king
jacked up on enhanced DNA, and killer heels. Anybody got a match?
Reared from birth to rule the Phoenix territory, Ana fled her future and her
past when her parents were murdered. Now she secretly leads a rebellion to stop
the human ruler, Edward, from experimenting on supernaturals.
When she finds herself cornered by an assassin, she knows just what to do:
Roast him and toast him. Then recognition sends blue-tipped flames licking
through her veins. It’s Cade, the royal bodyguard who once rejected her youthful
confession of love.
When Cade regains consciousness from the force of Ana’s punch, he’s still
reeling from shock—and fury. He’d loved the princess, and for ten years he
thought her dead. Though his inner jackal growls with desire for her, she is the
key to completing his mission for Edward—hunt down the rebel known as Liberty.
Ana can’t believe Cade doesn’t know the truth about Edward. If she can
convince him of it, his blade could turn the tide of the rebellion. But first
they must get beyond their past, or the whole kingdom could go up in smoke.
A smile played over his lips, a knowing one. “You were mine, once.”
When his thumb brushed her cheekbone, dipping down to rub her bottom lip, it
was all she could do not to purr. For whatever reasons, this man could get
beneath her barriers. He could make her lose control.
But he made her remember the past, something that threatened the foundation
of the life she’d built for herself.
The door swinging into darkness. Cold, oozing puddles that cling stickily to
bare feet. A young voice, wavering as she called out for her parents. Her locket
a dull gold, mottled with red where it lay.
With effort, Ana jerked her chin away from his touch. “Get your hands off me,
Cade.” With a thin smile, she added, “Only the vampire has those rights.”
That flash of anger. For some reason, the man in front still viewed her as
partly his—the jackal, maybe, claiming her. Except jackals were solitary
A growl rumbled through his chest. Keeping eye contact, he stood. When he
leaned forward, she flinched, unable to help herself. Whether she was afraid of
being touched or tortured, she didn’t know.
His arms flexed with muscle as he worked at something about her head.
Something clunked, and the chains fell away from her with a heavy jangle. They
lay on the bedspread, innocent and coiled like a false snake.
Grasping she was free, Ana slid from the bed. “Son of a bitch,” she spat,
putting out a hand to help steady her. “Iron?”
She lunged at him, confused when her body refused to cooperate. Her biker
boots hit the floor as she landed, tottering, two feet away from her intended
Focusing inward, she registered how cold her embers were. They barely
glittered, a few halfhearted sparks at her prompting. A breath hissed from her.
Phoenixes radiated at around one hundred and twenty degrees; she’d wager she
was operating on about human temperature. The lack of heat in the room and lack
of food and water equaled her core running on empty. Even as she thought it, the
sparks began to disintegrate, sucking inward to preserve the embers at her core.
Determined, she fought through the weakness, charging Cade.
He allowed himself to be thrust backward. “You’re too cold,” he commented.
“Hungry. You can’t hurt me.”
“You wanna bet?”
Her knee jerked upward, narrowly blocked by Cade’s hand.
“Don’t even try it.” He pushed her away, making her stagger from weak knees.
“You’ll be on your back quicker than an eager whore. Then again,” he continued,
the jackal’s obvious pleasure at the verbal sparring spinning through his wicked
smile, “maybe you’d enjoy that.”
With a vengeful shriek, Ana went for him. She jabbed with her fists, using
her elbows when that didn’t work. He avoided all her blows, laughing with a
When she used her scissor-kick, she saw her mistake too late as he caught her
legs and flipped her to the dirty gray carpet. He was on top of her before she
could curse, lazy amusement swirling like phoenix smoke.
His arms caged her as an old dimple flashed. “What did I say?”
His weight suddenly pressed down on her abdomen slashes. A wince tugged at
her face before she could stop it, a hiss pouring from between her teeth.
His face changed immediately. “Fires above, Alana, you should have said
“I thought you’d hurt me if it was necessary.” She shoved him off her. He let
her, a hunter tracking her as she stumbled away. She dropped into the chair he’d
claimed earlier, unwilling to admit her jelly limbs. “You’re all mouth.”
A slow smile spread over his face while his eyes altered to a dark velvet.
Damn. She’d always been a sucker for the shadow-drenched eyes.
He stalked nearer, the jackal’s satisfied rumble curling out of his mouth as
strong hands came down over hers on the chair’s arms.
She couldn’t dislodge him. Curses spilled from her as panic, not for her life
but for something more prized, surged up her throat. “Don’t you come near me,
“All mouth?” he repeated, his voice that dark drawl he’d once whispered her
name with. “I’ll show you all mouth.”
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