Featured Author – Jade Kerrion

JadeKerrionThis author is truly gifted and on the list of ones I keep my eye on. I’m happy to have been able to interview her.

Let me introduce jade Kerrion to you.

Hi Jade, thanks for taking the time to answer my questions.

I’ve heard you started out as a writer of fan fiction. Anything I should know?

Yes, I started out writing Guild Wars fan fiction. It’s a great way to get started. Think about it: you’re tapping into a built-in fan base that’s craving more stories about a world they already love. Work their characters into the story, and they won’t be able to get enough. I wrote fan fiction for several years, and turned little pixels on the screen into characters with stories to tell.

Living in Florida, do you ever long for snow? And to extend that question, would you ever want to live up on a mountain?

Oh, God. No. I’m in Florida because I do not long for snow. I don’t object to mountains, per se. It’s just the cold and snow I’m psychologically allergic to…

You are married and have two adorable kids, what were their names again?

The eldest is Zor. The younger is Max. In case you were wondering, both names came from the Robotech series.

I love that you incorporate fictional life into real life. It goes to show they bleed into one when you’re an author. Do they ever pop up as characters in your work?

Hmm…not yet. So far, none of my characters are interested in having two precocious handfuls of energy bouncing around their house. If you know of any, let me know. I’d be happy to loan them my kids of a real-life experiment.

Sorry, can’t help you there. 🙂

Is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life?

Oh, I love sushi! My favorite beverage is hot chocolate mixed with coffee.

Oh, sushi! The mere mention of it makes my mouth water and who can resist coffee?

What is your favorite dish and can you give me the recipe?

Another delish recipe for os-tail stew

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My favorite dish would be the ox-tail stew that my husband makes for me (usually under duress or after a great deal of whining from me.) His recipe varies a little each time (not one for following instructions) but this one is close enough. He also adds raisins to the stew for a sweet touch.

Do you have any aspirations other than being a worldwide known author? Are you a global ‘brand’?

I hope I’m working my way toward being a global ‘brand’ as an author, but an author is just one of the many things I am. I also have a full time job, which I love, in learning strategy with a large education company.

Sounds intriguing, I might want to ask you more about that another time.

That wasn’t too bad, or was it? But it’s not why you are here. You want to talk shop, right? So, what is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give us a taster of it?

I’m here to tell you about my latest novel, ETERNAL NIGHT.

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Here’s the blurb, followed by an excerpt:

What makes Kerrion’s writing so compelling is the beautifully flawed characters that find themselves in unexpected relationships…these kind of character level conflicts make Kerrion’s writing so deliciously addictive.”—Noor A Jahangir, Author of The Changeling King

Everything you want in a great story. Love, intrigue, action, betrayal, and understanding.”—Ch’kara Silverwolf, Author of Daughter of Light and Dark

Alone for a millennium, since a human murdered her beloved consort, Ashra, the immortal icrathari queen, rules over Aeternae Noctis, the domed city of eternal night. Her loneliness appears to be at an end when her consort’s soul is reborn in a human, Jaden Hunter, but their reunion will not be easy.

Icrathari are born, not made. If Ashra infuses Jaden with her immortal blood, he will be a vampire, a lesser creature of the night, a blood-drinker rather than a soul-drinker.

Furthermore, Jaden is sworn to protect his half-sister, five-year-old Khiarra. She is the child of prophecy, destined to end the eternal night and the dominion of the Night Terrors—the icrathari and the vampires.

As Ashra struggles to sustain her crumbling kingdom in the face of enemies without and treachery within, Jaden fights to defend his sister and unravel a greater mystery: what is the city of eternal night, and how did it come to be?

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With Tera beside her, Ashra strode forward. A wall of vampires parted to reveal the other two icrathari, Siri and Elsker. A dark-haired human slumped at Elsker’s feet, his wrists cuffed behind his back. Ashra stifled a chuckle. Surely Tera was overreacting; the human was by far the weakest creature in the chamber.Tera knelt down, wrapped her fingers into the human’s hair, and pulled his head back. The human’s face was handsome enough—the slash of his cheekbones accentuated his perfectly proportioned, sculptured features—but taken as a whole, he was not compelling enough to justify the fuss.Ashra shrugged. “You’re wasting my time, Tera.”

Apparently undeterred, the icrathari warlord shook the human hard. His eyes flashed open. They were brilliant green, the exact color of the emerald ring Ashra wore on the index finger of her right hand. His gaze was unfocused, and the reflexive narrowing of his eyes matched the clenching of his jaw, hinting of wrenching pain.

Tera looked up and met Ashra’s gaze. “Taste his soul.”

Ashra recoiled, her upper lip curling in disgust. She had no desire to taste a human’s soul. Over the centuries, humans had grown weak, their small lives consumed by superstition and fear. It was better to live on the edge of perpetual starvation than fill her hunger with the pitiful excuse humans called a soul.

“Go deep,” Tera said.

But why? Ashra’s brow furrowed. She glanced at Siri and Elsker, but the two icrathari shrugged, apparently no more clued in than she was. She looked back at Tera. The icrathari warlord known as Ashra’s Blade was the epitome of calm understatement. If she was so insistent, she must have had a reason.

Ashra knelt beside the human. Without flinching, she placed her hand against his muscled abdomen. It was bloody, his flesh ripped by a vampire’s talons.

The man tensed at her touch, and his eyes flared wide with agony when her soul-sucking powers leeched into him. His breath came hard and fast, his chest heaving with the effort as he twisted in Tera’s unyielding grip, trying to break free.

Ashra’s eyes narrowed. The human was weakened—tapped into his life source, she waded through his dazed thoughts and shivered from the echo of each spasm of pain that wracked his body—but still, he fought Tera on the physical plane and Ashra on the psychic dimension, denying her access to his memories and to his soul.

She frowned and slammed her will against his, tearing an anguished scream from his throat, but still, his will did not crumble.

Askance, Ashra looked at Tera. “Did you taste him?”

Tera nodded. “It wasn’t hard the first time; he didn’t know what to expect, but apparently, he does now and is doing a fine job of fighting back.”

Was that grudging respect she heard in Tera’s voice? “Does his soul really matter?”

The icrathari nodded again.

Ashra’s shoulders shifted with the motion of a silent sigh. His resistance left her with little choice. She leaned forward and glided her lips over his in a whisper of a kiss.

Human myths spoke of succubi and incubi—demons that, with a touch, could stir lust in their unwilling victims. All myths were based in reality. The maddening beauty and soul-sucking powers of the icrathari had spawned the legends of succubi and incubi. With a touch, the icrathari could lure their victims into a state of sexual ecstasy, bending the will and baring the soul.

The human tensed against Ashra, resisting the intimate contact. She almost recoiled. Had the centuries dulled her innate powers? Surely she had not forgotten how to lure a man.

She closed her eyes and remembered love.

As always, Rohkeus’s fine-featured face—those beautiful gold-flecked green eyes, so unusual for an icrathari, and teasing smile—came to the fore. With a dreamy half-smile, she deepened the kiss, driving the memory of love before her like a sharpened stake.

At last, the man relaxed, succumbing to the kiss. She leaned into him, heedless of his crimson blood staining her white gown. He was warm, feverish even. Just skimming over six feet, he had more than twelve inches on her, but his physical strength, compared to hers, was puny. She was well aged; over four millennia old, she was the oldest of the icrathari and the strongest. She could have broken his neck with as little effort as a human child snapping a twig.

Her hand trailed across his muscled torso. He made it easy for her to be gentle. His body trembled as if he longed for her. His mouth was hungry for her kiss. He arched up against her, as if craving more. His need was like a living creature, wild and aching for her touch.

Eyes closed, Ashra shivered. Only one other person had desired her as much.

And he was dead.

She forced her way through the memories of pale bodies tangled upon cool silk sheets. When her soul-sucking power leeched out, it found no opposition. Images of the human’s life rewound in a blaze of vivid sights, sounds, and sensations.

Ashra looked up at Tera, her smile little more than a barely perceptible curve of her lips. “He fancies himself the protector of the child of prophecy. Was she among those taken tonight?”

Tera nodded.

Ashra chuckled, the sound without humor. “It’s a pity her genetic heritage wasn’t sufficiently superior to prevent her from being culled.”

“There’s more. Go deep.”

She pushed past the blackness at the start of his memories, expecting deeper darkness. Instead, the colors shifted into shades of ochre and gray. Memories, older than his body, resided in his soul; memories of an Earth long since lost to them—a planet surrounded and nourished by water; images of tall buildings glistening beneath a benevolent sun, and of thriving cities filled with the bustle of humans; memories of quiet and intimate conversations beneath a silver moon, the same silver moon that now graced Malum Turris with its light, though a thousand years older and viewed only from beneath the protection of the dome.

She saw herself as he must have seen her, a much-younger icrathari, still hopeful for the future, never realizing that the Earth they had all known and loved was irretrievably lost. Had she ever looked that vulnerable? Had her smile ever been so beautiful, so filled with love as she looked upon—

Rohkeus?” Oh, blessed Creator, was that stricken whisper her voice?


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Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

The title was easy. The name of the city, Aeternae Noctis, is Latin for Eternal Night.

If you would have to change the genre in order to be able to publish it, what would it be then? i.e. would you conform your work to suit the market?

Well, right now, it’s fantasy paranormal, with a dash of romance, which is, I think, a fairly large segment of the market. But your question on whether I would conform my work to suit the market is a good one. I tell the story I want to tell, but I do test out various markets. For example, I started out in science fiction. Eternal Night is my foray into fantasy/paranormal. I’m currently working on a romantic thriller (another large segment) that actually spins off my science fiction series. I think, ultimately, I write a lot of genre-blending novels because it’s where I’m most comfortable.

What do you do marketing wise and what do you think generates the most attention to your books?

If I knew the answer to that question, I’d be a millionaire. Mostly, I try to get out and connect with readers through blog tours and social media channels. Strong reviews help, but ultimately, I believe what generates the most attention is word of mouth. It’s important to get readers excited about a great story.

I must agree with you on that one. Personally I don’t care much about what reviewers say about a book, unless it’s a reviewer I know writes solid, honest reviews. But a recommendation from a friend is what triggers a buy for me.

Okay, now that we have the mandatory questions out of the way, shoot your mouth off. Tell me whatever you want the blab about. But please no cat’s, dogs, or children. Make me laugh, or cry, or even envious. Tell me something none has ever heard before from you. Hehehe, I love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

My husband is jealous of my muse.

My muse, Danyael, first came to life in ~1998 as an assassin character in a play-by-e-mail (PBeM) game I took part in. Think of it as D&D-style roleplaying, but with writing instead of dice rolling and storytelling around a table. Since then, the spelling of his name has changed, his profession has changed, but he’s been a voice in my head and a constant friend for about 15 years now. He keeps showing up in my stories, and when he does, he steals the show entirely. Writing him is the most natural thing in the world because I’ve known him so intimately for so long.

I know Danyael since I’ve read Perfection Unleashed and loved every word of it! If you want to know why read my review here. Sorry for the interruption, please go on.

In contrast, I’ve known my husband for 11 years, and yes, I imagine it’s hard to compete with a man who technically doesn’t exist anywhere but on paper. It’s not like you can challenge him to a smack down.

If you’d like to meet Danyael, he’s the protagonist in my award-winning Double Helix series (and I finally gave him a happy ending at the end of the fourth book…)

Personally I’m in love with the books and if this interview made you curious, why don’t you connect with Jade Kerrion at her Website, on FacebookTwitter, or find out more at Amazon

Featured Author – Rich Meyer

newprofilepic001smallToday the stage is Rich Meyer’s. He loves questions, and so do I. 🙂

Hi Rich, thanks for taking the time to sit (offers him a chair and hides the rope ready to tie him done behind her back) and answer some questions. I promise it won’t hurt and be over in a jiffy.

Hold on, don’t go! The rope is to … to … to tie the lion in the kitchen down before is can come in and eat the chocolate brownies! Here have one.

Let’s not waste anymore time and get started. Is it true you have written over thirty! Thirty! books? Where do you find the time?

Well, it really wasn’t that hard. It’s not like these thirty are full-length novels. While it can take a bit of creativity to keep them interesting, I’ve really only got to write between a hundred and a thousand sentences to get them going.

I’m a long-time trivia player, so my quiz books are merely an extension of that hobby. I’ve got plenty of time, too. I’m disabled (my legs and back are rebelling on me after thirty-five years of preparing myself to play the role of Jabba the Hutt on Broadway), and I got nothing but time. I do a lot o’ reading and writing. Not too much ‘rithmetic, though. I did fail a semester of Algebra in high school.

Ha, that’s easy, I failed that one too. 🙂 What is your favourite thing in life? Eating chocolate, or Mr. Ed? Feel free to digress. 🙂

I could go all sappy here and say it’s spending time with my family (my wife Mona and our menagerie of li’l furballs), or admit my addiction to sweet stuff (oh, you sacrilegiously good Three Musketeers!), but let’s face it: I’m a bibiophile. I like reading. Give me a Hunter S. Thompson book and put a Frank Zappa guitar solo in my earbuds and I’m happy as a bug in a rug. Well, before the delousing, anyway.

I know your children are quite hairy, but after the fourth being that …. Well, different, didn’t you think it became time to try for the bolder kind?

Nope. Don’t care for children. I’m not exactly all here <points to cranium> all of the time, so I really wouldn’t want that sort of responsibility. And since I follow no religion, I’m not honor bound to “be fruitful.”

Personally, I think being a parent is something you should be licensed for BEFORE you’re allowed to play hide-the-sausage, but that’s just me.

I must agree with you on that one, Rich. It would mean a lot less problems, but a lot of social workers would be without a job if that were ever to become a law.  

Okay, I could talk for hours with you on all sorts, but that is not why you are here, is it? So, what is the title of the book you would like to talk about?

Well, right now I’ve published my second print book, The Monster Quiz Book. The_Monster_Quiz_Boo_Cover_for_Kindle


It’s a reformatted and revised version of an earlier e-book of the same title. I just added 200 questions to it and gave it the whole nine yards treatment on CreateSpace. The first movies I ever saw were Valley of the Dragons, Gorgo, and X the Unknown, so I guess technically we can mostly blame the United Kingdom for the way I am today.

Hahaha, those British do know how to get us laughing and questioning things. At least they have that effect on me. What has this effect on you, my dear readers?

Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

Not really. It sorta wrote itself. I mean, the whole book is about monsters … it’s a quiz book … I don’t think Shakespeare had it as easy as that. I mean, “Two Gentlemen of Verona”? Pshaw.

If you would have to change the genre in order to be able to publish it, what would it be then? i.e. would you conform to the market?

I’m not exactly a conformist. I often tone myself down out of politeness and decorum, but I talk and act in real-life the same way I do on the net. I’ve been working on a couple of novels/novellas, and while one is a pulpy super-hero tale, the other’s more into bizarro fiction. I’m not going to get rich doing this, but it’s something to do and it’s fun. If people like it, cool. If they buy it, cool. If they don’t, I’m not going to get suicidal about it.

Can you tell me how you celebrate finally getting that tricky chapter (or para) right?

By taking a nap. I was three weeks working on a very short story for an anthology some friends were putting out, but every time I sat down to write, there was one crisis or another that prevented me. If you think your furnace might need repairs, or your car inspection went bad, or if one of your canine pals passes away (R.I.P. Montagoon Marie Meyer), it is VERY hard to be creative. Sure, you can use that frustration in your writing, but you have to have the time to marshal yourself as well. I actually finished the story just last night (as of this writing) and I went to sleep.

Right with that out of the way and to confuse you we’ll take the alternative route now. What don’t you like about writing.

Other than the promotional and marketing aspects, I pretty much like everything. The hours are great. The rewards are okay, mentally and often financially. And I get to be me and no one can complain. Because if they do, they’re dead. In my next story, that is.

And writing the middle of a book. I have two or three novels with the beginning and the end finished perfectly. But there’s all that damn exposition and character stuff you have to put in between them. Very annoying.

What do you do marketing wise and what do you think generates the most attention to your books?

I don’t do a lot right now, really. I occasional post a promo for a book or my book formatting service on a few Facebook pages (where it’s allowed, of course), but I’m not an in-your-face kind of person that way. And when you figure that most of the groups I belong to are made up of writers from various genres or industries (self-publishing, comic books, etc.), I don’t see the point of it – most of them are in the same financial straits as me, and I know I don’t like seeing a lot of spam for books I can’t buy. And really, if a friend wants a copy of one of my e-books, hell, I’d be glad to give it to them. That’s sorta the whole friend thing, ya know?

*I smile expectantly, but don’t say a word.* 

Is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life?

Pepsi or Diet Pepsi. Or whatever caffeinated soda happens to be on sale at the Giant. I have an allergy to coffee, so that’s how I get my caffeine. And my ability to cosplay Bouncing Boy. Go ahead and google. I’ll wait. <rimshot>

Click on the image and see why she’s so excited. 🙂

What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

Oh jeez. I have so many “favorite” dishes (and things, movies, books, comics, etc.) that it’s hard to settle for just one. I’d have to say I love tabuli more than anything. It’s just so fresh tasting when it’s made correctly (i.e., not by me).

A delish salad with bulghur and tomato.

Would you be able to come up with a credible excuse why you haven’t written a whole day? Remember, I have to believe it!

I could not write yesterday because it was my turn to man the battlements on the main wall of the town! Jinkies! We can’t let the zombie racoons in, woman! Imagine if they had taken over the borough hall! Think about the children!

Hahahaha, yeah, I totally believe that one. 🙂 Okay, now that we have the mandatory questions out of the way, shoot your mouth off. Tell me whatever you want the blab about. Make me laugh, or cry, or even envious. Tell me something none has ever heard before from you. Hehehe, love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

Let’s see … I have been told I am somehow related to the guy who played The Flash on TV. Which would be cool if they remake it, ’cause then I’d have an ‘in’ to be Turtle-Man, the role I was BORN to play. I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille! Err. Sorry. I also once accidentally told Gary Gygax, the creator of Dungeons & Dragons that his game sucked. In my defense, he was dressed like a normal person and not a high-falooting wizard or anything. I’m also a mutant in the Marvel Comics Universe. And I’ve had my picture taken with both Fee Waybill AND Raymond the Amish Comic. Bow before me in envy, Lucy!

*Which I do, if only for this author’s cunning ways of captivating me with his words. Not to mention the fact he loves questions as much as I do!*

Most of what I do is just for a laugh. I do take most of my work over at Indies Unlimited quite seriously – there are a lot of people, places and websites out there that are preying on neophyte self-published writers. I call them vanity predators instead of publishers. I try to do what I can to root out the really bad ones and warn folks about them.

A self-publisher has have to have both confidence in yourself and a willingness to learn new things. You can save yourself a lot of money by doing some very simple aspects of book publishing process yourself. The one thing you need is INFORMATION! Check things out! Never take ANYTHING at face value! Putting out a book can be very painful, like a root canal, or a fairly pleasurable experience, like when the dentist gives you that wonderful, wonderful nitrous oxide. You as a writer have to take the responsibility to know what is going on and not get captured in the vanity predators’ traps!

<GUMP>And that’s all I have to say about that. </GUMP>

Well, it was very … informative? (laughs) I’m sorry, thanks Rich, you have been a great guest, I’d love to see the back of you, erm, I mean to see you back! Yes, please do come back when you have more news, or just some questions to ask my readers.

Before you run off tell us where we can find your book, and you online.

I am all over the place, but mostly at the following ones:

FacebookFacebook Author PageQuantum Formatting ServiceRich’s Random Reviews and RamblingsA Life of Temporal ConfusionAmazon Author Central, and Indies Unlimited.

My book is available at:


Review Haven of Dante by Leonardo Ramirez

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After having read this fantasy novel I must say I was pleasantly surprised and annoyed at the same time.
Why? Well, the fantasy elements were very well done by this author which made it a great read, but there are some hiccups in names (mixed up at some scenes. Haven becomes Sol, Soledad becomes another name, which threw me out of the story). And then there are other continuity issues that were solved by ‘miracles’.
I guess that’s where my annoyance comes in play, because the miracles and explanations of certain things lean heavily on biblical references and, as you all might know, I don’t ‘do’ religion, and rarely ever read or enjoy books that are very much based on faith.
So, however great the fantasy elements are in Haven of Dante, because of the prominent religious elements this book isn’t one I’d read again.
(I received no compensation for this review)

Bedlam by Babs Morton

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B A Morton(1)About the author

Born in the North East of England, B.A.Morton writes across a number of genres including crime, romance, horror and historical fiction. After a twenty year civil service career, she and her family escaped the rat race and relocated to the remote beauty of the Northumberland National Park. She now works part time in the village GP surgery and lives in a cottage built on the remains of a medieval crypt. Her debut novel “Mrs Jones” a fast paced, romantic, crime thriller set in New York, was runner up in the Yeovil Literary Prize 2011, published by Taylor Street Publishing and closely followed by the sequel “Molly Brown”, and the first in a medieval trilogy “Wildewood Revenge”. Her latest book “Bedlam” is a psychological/horror/thriller.



Joe loves Kit. Everyone thinks she’s dead. Joe knows she’s not.

If you lost the love of your life, how far would you go to get them back?

Detective Joe McNeil would do absolutely anything.

When Joe breathes life into a crime scene victim, he discovers what anything really means.

Nell will use whatever is necessary to ensure she survives, including Joe. Is she really a victim or merely the weapon being wielded by a much more cunning foe?

Against the background of a multiple murder investigation, Joe struggles between his love for missing Kit and his growing obsession with the enigmatic Nell. Plunged headlong into a spiralling nightmare of kidnap, murder and betrayal, his relentless search for the truth jeopardises his career, his sanity and his life.

But for Nell, the risk is even greater..

A haunting tale of obsessive love, ultimate sacrifice and deadly consequences

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Featured Author – Juliet madison

Juleit Madison Today the mysterious Juliet Madison joins me on my blog to tell us more about herself and her book.

Hi Juliet,

I’d like to start with some personal questions for the readers to get a feel of who the author is. 🙂


-As an author you no doubt read a lot too. What do you like to read and what not?

I like to read crime novels and romances but I am not keen on science fiction or Christian fiction. You also would not catch me reading Andy McNabb and military style stuff. I like books by Agatha Christie, Peter Robinson, Ian Rankin, Peter Lovesey, Peter James, Jo Nesbo and my very good friend, John Holt.

-Are you part of any reader or writer groups? If so, why and do you like it?

As I’m sure you know, writing can be lonely, although your characters are very real to you. I belong to a lot of writers and readers groups on Facebook but could not possibly list them all. I guess I must stop joining FB groups and spend more time actually writing. It gives me a chance to connect with fellow writers and exchange views and ideas.

-Now tell me, is writing all you do or do you have a day job too?

I have an evening office cleaning job during the week which pays peanuts and, to be honest, watching paint dry provides more mental stimulation.

-Are you a person who will go out for a big and long lunch or are you a dinner with friends and drinks type?

If I got paid a living wage I would eat out more but owing to severe budgetary constraints I’m more a ready meal for one home alone type.

-What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

I’m afraid I don’t keep recipes because I tend to make it up as I go along so I can never exactly recreate it.

-And to finish the personal probing, tell me something about you no one has ever read before? 🙂

That’s tough because I lose track of what I have said in previous author interviews so I can’t guarantee this will be new. I absolutely LOATHE household chores especially washing up.

Hahaha, I can certainly relate to that.

-Now move this interview over to the writerly stuff.  What is the title of the book you’d like to talk about?

Second Chances which is the first book in my DI Frank Lyle mystery series and if possible I would like to touch on the second book Heir to Misfortune as well.

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-What is it about?

Second Chances is about a team of detectives based in the fictional town of Ashbeck (located between Reading – my hometown – and Oxford) trying to find the rapist and killer of a young girl back in1982 when forensic medicine was very basic. Along the way someone dies in custody and DI Frank Lyle pays a heavy professional and personal price. He does get his man in the end but it is someone he never suspected.

If I may mention Heir to Misfortune (my current WIP) it is about corruption, adultery blackmail and sex scandals among local dignitaries, involving young teenage girls, and features more or less the same police officer characters as Second Chances with one or two additions. It does NOT glorify such indecency though, all the investigating officers are thoroughly sickened by what they discover is going on.

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-Where did you first get the idea for it?

I originally got the idea for Second Chances six or so years ago but back then it was a more paranormal mystery because the detective on the re-opened case team turned out to be a reincarnation of the original murder victim. But I decided that would be just too much what with working through the police procedural matters of solving the case. I did keep the reincarnation aspect to a degree because I have Hindu characters. Thankfully my friend, Malika Gandhi, was on hand to answer my endless questions about aspects of the Hindu faith.

I got the idea for Heir to Misfortune by wondering what would happen if police found a murdered vagrant and then discovered that he was actually the young heir to a corporate fortune. I wanted to look at what roads of investigation this would lead them down, especially when blackmail, domestic violence, adultery and indecent acts against young girls enter the equation. I hope to finish this WIP soon.

-If you ever had to change the genre, what would it be?

I don’t see how it would fit into any other genre to be honest. On Amazon it is classified under Hard boiled and police procedural.

How did you celebrate writing ‘The End’? If you already have, and if not, how did you celebrate finishing a particular tricky chapter?

I didn’t write The End, I ended it with the emboldened sentence DI Frank Lyle will return soon to solve another case. The end of Second Chances is far from being the end of DI Frank Lyle’s story. DI Lyle would be about 70 now in 2013 so I look on myself as a chronicler of his most testing cases, rather like Dr Watson is to Sherlock Holmes, although unfortunately not so well known or famous.

I celebrated with a glass of wine and a cigarette.

Thank you for this insight in you and the book(s). I hope you will want to come back when Heir to Misfortune is published. 

For those who want, Juliet can be stalked, erm, I mean follow, yes, follow. 🙂 at her blog

You can even get an Authorgraph. Or find out more about Juliet & Second Chances on her Authors to Watch blog interview.


To give you a taste of Second Chances I’d like to end this feature with an excerpt of the book.

Second Chances

The shrill ringing of the telephone disturbed me close to 4 am. I grunted as I rolled over and grabbed the receiver. My head was thick with sleep.

Frank Lyle’s phone,” I muttered; my tongue cleaving to the roof of my mouth. It was a warm night and as usual the bedclothes had ended up tangled on the floor.

Boss,” It was Detective Sergeant Sunil Desai.

Desai, you had better have a bloody good reason for waking me at this ungodly hour,”

Is the murder of a young girl good enough, Boss?” Desai asked.

Sunil Desai was a second generation British Indian in his mid thirties. He was a good copper’; steady and thorough and he kept both his head and his temper which I sometimes failed to do especially since my wife, Sarah, had left me for some

I put down the phone after telling Desai I would be there within the hour. I had a hasty shower and dressed. I downed a cup of lukewarm tea because boiling the kettle was too much of a chore at this ungodly hour. I left the house with my jacket over my arm, running a comb through my blonde hair and nibbling on a shortcake biscuit.

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