UFI welcomes Author A.D. Marrow. Thanks for Joining us!!
Hi everyone out there in reader land! My name is A.D. Marrow and I am the
author of Chaos and Moonlight, the first book in The Order of The Nines series.
Taris, the hero of book one and legendary life-‐saver, agreed to grab a cup of
coffee with me to chat about life, love and ultimately what it is that makes him
tick.
Thanks for carving out some time for me today, guy.
Legendary life-‐saver?
Well, it’s true, isn’t it?
I wouldn’t say legendary though. That’s a bit lofty.
I didn’t realize modesty was your strong suit.
I didn’t realize over-‐exaggeration was yours.
I’m a writer, Taris. Let’s
get with the program, here.
*Taris gives me a wink as he takes a sip of his coffee and I’m immediately
thankful that we are both in long-‐term, committed relationships. Gah, those
eyes.*
So, questions. You wanna get to it?
Yes.
Fire away.
So, tell us a little bit about your story.
…but you know the story. You wrote it.
But the readers might not yet. Geez, guy. Help me out here. I’m trying to get
more ladies to love you.
I already have a beautiful lady, thank you.
*He smiles again and there’s a brief glint of fang that peeks out. Melt.
Like. Buttah.*
Because I love you, I will cooperate. Um, I’m 801 years old. Had a birthday
recently. That makes me the oldest living vampire. Let’s see. We were basically
dying out until I saw a TV interview of my lovely wife-‐to-‐be where she said
she developed an anti-‐rejection thing that would prevent donor patients from
rejecting organs. That it happened to work for vampires was a bonus. We got
together, some sparks flew, some lives were lost. There’s the story.
*I’m doing my best not to snort out coffee at this point. He’s so nonchalant
about the whole thing. The second I manage to swallow, his hand slides across
the table and covers mine*
How are you doing, by the way? Things okay now?
*I can’t answer him because there is a sudden flood of unshed tears choking
in my throat. I know he’s talking about all of the years that he watched over me
when I was fighting my own monster. I simply nod.*
Good. You know I can’t leave you behind.
*It’s this constant protector side of Taris that makes me love him, even
fifteen years after I first met him. I regain my composure and move onto the
next question*
Tell me a little bit about Sarah.
*He smiles again and those gorgeous amber-‐colored eyes of his seem to light
up. He brushes a long lock of hair out of his face*
She’s magic—everything about her. Just…I thought I’d seen all of the amazing
things that this world had to offer until I met her. I thought I knew what
completion was but she sasses her way in and BOOM. Everything falls apart and
rebuilds itself bigger and better. I can feel her running through my veins every
minute of every day and it’s amazing. You know, how you
feel when something bad is happening and you wish with all of your heart that
someone or something would come along so that you can grab ahold and anchor
yourself?
I may know a bit what that feels like, yeah.
That’s how I feel when I think about her. I was so bad off that I didn’t know
how to save myself but after she showed up, I felt like I could do anything
because I knew she had my back.
*He stops talking and squeezes my hand. It finally dawns on him that yes, I
do know what that feels like because Taris was that anchor for me.*
She’s my…me, I guess.
That doesn’t make any sense.
It does to you.
This interview is very confusing.
But it’s honest, and that’s what readers want, isn’t it? An honest story, no
matter how fantastical it may seem.
*I clear my throat*
So what is next for the two of you or for The Nines in general?
I’d hate to say you have to read it, but that’s the only way I can do it
without spoilers. I will tell you that there will be a wedding soon.
Yours?
Not telling.
Why are you so complicated?
*He leans forward, his dark hair falling into his face and through the
curtain, he gives me a devilish grin*
Because you made me this way…
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A.D. Marrow is a registered Sapiophile, a proud geek since before geek was
chic, and believes that everyone deserves a happily ever after.
She lives in the foothills of North Carolina with her ridiculously hot and
amazingly supportive husband, three kids that rock so hard there should be a
national holiday for their awesomeness, two really stupid dogs and a plethora of
Post-it notes with book ideas to last her until she’s 90.
Her childhood dream is realized in the fact that YOU have cause to read her
bio. She hopes that one day, it lends her enough credibility to live out her
second dream, which is to write an episode of Doctor Who.
Her personal mantra echoes that of Morticia Addams: “Normal is an illusion.
What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”
Find A.D and her books
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Chaos and Moonlight
Order of the Nines #1
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The Nines, an elite
group of vampires, was established to stand as protection for their
race. Fractured by centuries of betrayal and loss, the group is now
little more than myth, its remaining members scarred and shattered.
Taris,
the oldest living vampire, is no stranger to loss and heartbreak. He is
all that holds the Nines together as they struggle to save themselves
from total extinction.
Enter the beautiful and briliant Dr. Sarah
Bridgeman, whose medical research has resulted in a breakthrough for
both humans and vampires. Her work may be the salvation this weary band
of guardians has been looking for.
Taris needs to reach Sarah and
enlist her help—before those aligned against him can act. Can a vampire
king convince a stunning young scientist to save a species that isn’t
even supposed to exist?
For now, only one thing is certain: no science can explain the explosive chemistry between them.
Excerpt:
"It was several minutes before Sarah realized she wasn’t dreaming. The tall guy in her room, the creepy guy on the stairs, all of it had been real. After about five miles of telling herself to wake up, then looking at the tall guy who was driving, then pinching herself, then telling herself to wake up again, then looking at the tall guy some more, reality and the promise of a full-fledged panic attack set in.
“I swear, if you let me go, I won’t tell anyone, okay?” Sarah finally found her voice. She had a moment where she thought that maybe this was a dream again, judging by the way the driver of the car looked. He was dark and mysterious, chiseled from head to toe—she should know, she all but crawled into him when they were running away from that other guy. She couldn’t make out much in the dark of the truck’s cab, but even in the faint light of the street lamps, something about this guy made her feel different. Maybe it was his voice—that deep, gravelly, slightly British voice. Maybe it was the smell that came off him, that man-mixed-with-leather-and-aftershave smell.
“Who are you?” Her damned voice box rebelled against her and her question came out in a whisper.
He was focused on the road, his eyes never leaving it as he maneuvered the giant diesel truck in and out of the one a.m. traffic. “I’ll explain everything when we get to where we are going. In the meantime, just sit back and try to relax, okay?”
“Relax? Okay, yeah. I was taken out of my bed in the middle of the night by some guy I don’t even know, and then I was chased up the stairwell by a Sherman tank of a drag queen, and you tell me to relax? Yeah right, pal! Listen, seriously, whatever ransom you’re asking for, I can pay it. Just bring me to an ATM, and you can have whatever you want, okay? Just let me go.”
“It’s not that simple, Dr. Bridgeman.”
“The hell it’s not. Look, just let me out, and anything you want, it’s yours. Cross my heart, I won’t tell a soul you took me.” She made a little crisscross motion over her heart.
“Like I said, Dr. Bridgeman, it’s not that simple. I don’t need your money. I need you to do a job for me. That Sherman tank drag queen apparently wants you to do the same job. I think, circumstances being what they are, you might want to consider working for me.”
“Work, my ass.” Sarah mumbled to herself. “Who the hell are you, anyway? And what job could I possibly do for you? I’m a medical researcher, you dickhead.”
He didn’t bother looking at her. He took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
“My name is Taris. I’m an eight-hundred-year-old vampire, and I need you to use your medical research to help me stop the slow yet brutal extinction of a race of people who really do exist but are made into horror movie villains and romance novel heroes.”
When he was met with silence, he glanced over to see her passed out cold in the seat.
“I knew it wouldn’t work.”
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