Genre: paranormal/ interracial romance
Publisher: Isisindc Publishing
Date of Publication: January 2, 2015
Number of pages: 248
Word Count: 91,272
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
To walk the earth she must feed her hollow soul.
Some of the most beautiful people in the world are not human they have no soul. They feel no emotion and are pure evil. You can tell by the color of their dark dead eyes. Samuel Glaus knows this. He is after all half-human, the son of a human mother and soulless father, and a hunter of the soulless. He is also in love with one who cannot love him back.
Thalya is a soulless creature, but unlike others of her kind she does not kill to feed her hollow soul. She hungers for emotion and above all she hungers for Samuel’s love. Her enemy. Her redemption. And she’s willing to kill for it.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/wcRjCtD-a14
Opening up her senses, she sniffed out the most depressed in the city block around her. While she had no human sense of smell, the scents of emotions to her were as potent, as humans would say a bouquet of freshly cut roses.
Right across the street a man entered the park. The scent of his depression floated right to her on the wind. Hot, potent and yummy, she would feed on it for a few days. There were no others of her kind in the area, so she wouldn’t have to warn anyone off. Although, quite a few soulless resided in New York, the size of the area ensured she didn’t run into others if she didn’t want to, which she usually didn’t.
Going back inside her penthouse condo, she walked across thick sand-colored carpet. Her artist friend, Franklin, would have both loved and hated the great room. Loved it for the cool colors—reds, beiges, and golds. Those had been his favorites, but then she’d stuck a long, extra-wide black leather sofa smack in the center of it. He hated leather and black.
Franklin, long gone…just another from her past.
She put on her long coat, and headed for her private elevator. She didn’t need it but she wanted to blend in. Tonight she would act normal. Normal, at least for a human. As an additional benefit, when she walked through her lobby to get to the street, she would open her senses to her immediate surroundings, sampling a taste of surface emotions as she passed by.
Not all of her kind could suck out emotion without touch but as an olden, one from a time long past and more powerful than most, she could. But other things also set her apart from those like her. She did not need to kill her providers or have them kill others to satisfy her needs. Draining humans of their depression, her emotion of choice, more than satisfied her. Humans carried it in abundance. She merely put her providers to sleep and afterwards, they usually woke up feeling less depressed. Hers represented a more symbiotic relationship. She actually helped people, much like a psychiatrist would. Only, instead of talking them out of their depression, she drained it right out of them.
The elevator door opened and she got on.
The hotel where she lived also housed private residences, but a few guests milled around the lobby for the evening. Just enough people around with some serious issues to make her grin and tremble within her ankle-length leather coat.
“Delicious,” she purred. Red knee high stiletto boots clicked as she crossed the polished marble floor. She ignored the appreciative looks of the men and women as she glided among them, intentionally projecting a do not approach compulsion. Look but don’t touch, unless she was the one doing the touching.
The doorman opened the door for her and smiled. “Good evening. Cold one tonight.” Bundled in layers and with a wool cap on his head, he stood directly beneath a heating vent to stay warm.
He always spoke. She rarely did and tonight, she didn’t. She flashed him some teeth in the semblance of a smile. At least she hoped it looked like a smile and not a grimace. Happiness. It rolled off him in waves. She’d never tried draining that emotion from her providers, although over the centuries she’d met a few of her kind who preferred it. Anything to fill the void in the soulless place. But stealing someone else’s happiness always seemed unnecessary to her. Depression worked just fine.
Out on the sidewalk, the scent hit her again. Like a shining point of light in dark woods, the depressed man she’d sensed beckoned her to follow him. After crossing the street, Thalya entered the park. It didn’t take long to find him.
He sat on a bench at the other end of the park, leaning over with his head in his hands.
She wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts until she actually touched him. No matter, she sensed his depression.
She sat on the bench next to him; he didn’t even bother to look up. Thalya placed her hand on his shoulder and her inner feminine muscles contracted to the point, she almost had an orgasm.
Depression, and so potent.
“Mmm, good,” she murmured.
At her touch, he raised red-rimmed eyes in her direction.
Finally, she had his attention.
He pulled back slightly, some form of self-preservation kicking in. “Who—are you?”
“Shhh. It will be all right. I promise,” she whispered.
The man sat up and she wrapped her arms around him.
Unable to help himself, he let her.
Hmm, handsome. She always seemed to gravitate toward the young, good-looking ones, although she’d never sleep with any of them. Well, hardly ever. She nuzzled the side of his neck. Under the alcohol he’d indulged in, he exuded a nice clear human scent. Given his emotional state, she’d expected the scent of alcohol to be stronger. Surprisingly she only caught a slight whiff. No more than a beer. Maybe he just started on his drinking for the evening. Didn’t matter. Whatever he’d ingested, she didn’t care about.
She didn’t give him a chance to say more. Instead, she made her way to his mouth, which opened as soon as she pressed her lips against his. Unleashing her powers, she inhaled his depression into the starving emptiness that should have housed her soul, and at the same time, began to read his memories.
Poor thing. Karl, yes…Karl Hammer. He’d recently lost his job and his wife, pregnant with their first child, didn’t know about it. He’d swallowed his pride and asked his blood uncle of sorts for help. Except Karl hadn’t spoken to his uncle in years. Mmm, interesting. She probed for the reason why.
Samuel and the others like him lived a dangerous life. Samuel, a master hunter of the soulless and Karl, merely—bait.
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
-Yes I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Even my former profession involved writing, I was a lawyer.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
-lol I think my mother knew the first time I wrote on her walls. I’ve always written be it just making up stories in my head or keeping a journal of poetry and short stories. So I think I’ve pretty much always defined myself as a writer.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
-Once I decided to actually submit something it was another 5 years before I was published. And my first work published was not the first work I even finished. That story is sitting in the bottom of a drawer and might never see the light of day. Lol We’ll see.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
-I’m blessed to be able to be a full time writer and I’m very grateful for it.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
-Angel Rising Redemption. To walk the earth the soulless must feed their hollow souls. By any means necessary.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
-I’m a hybrid author. I’m published with three publishers but I also self-publish. My most recent, Angel Rising is self-published.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
-Really depends on the idea, the story, what else I’m working on. I’ve cranked out 10,000 words in 2 days. I’ve taken anywhere from 2 months to 5 years to finish work.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
-Right now I write in multiple genres and under two name, contemporary, fantasy, sci/fi and romantic suspense and new adult under Ursula Sinclair. I plan on just doing more lol.
What genre would you place your books into?
-A paranormal contemporary fantasy romance.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
-I tend to write what I also enjoy reading.
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
-Really depends on the day you ask this question. Lol Today that would be Maze from my Ballerina series. He does whatever he has to do to protect those he loves. But that tends to be a common theme with me for my heroes. But a man like Samuel from Angel Rising fighting his tears and losing that battle, yeah, that get’s me every time too.
How long have you been writing? and who or what inspired you to write?
-I’ve written for as long as I remember. I think before I even realized what I was doing lol. And I find inspiration in everything around me. I don’t even have to open my eyes lol. I write because I must.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
-lol no set routine depends on the mood of the story if I need music to get me to the tone I’m going for. With Angel Rising at times I listened to No Church In The Wild- Kanye West, Eyes Without a Face-Billy Idol, just to name a couple.
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
-Sometimes the story starts with the title and I write the story for it lol. Other times the title doesn’t really come to me until I start the story. This time around I had the prologue to the story before I had the title. lol
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
-A lot of the places I describe are places I’ve been, heard or read about. The names I collect. Anytime I come across an interesting name I make a note of it. I have a list of names in my iPad I can draw from.
Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?
-Both actually. Sometimes I begin a story and just know what the characters names are or even just one, other times I have a character a persona then have to go through my name list to find the perfect match and hope I haven’t already used it. Lol.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
-I pretty much decide as I go along. I have a shell but it’s flexible. I try to have my characters grow into the person the h/h needs them to be.
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")
-Not really at the end of the day I’m writing a romance. So I want my readers to come away with a sense of well being that hopefully they can carry through for the rest of the day. That said this particular book does carry a few. Lol You’ll have to read the series to figure it out.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
-There was a time I would have said emphatically paperback. Now I gotta say I’ve primarily read ebooks for the last year. A month ago I tried to read a paperback book in bed and got frustrated because there was no back lighting on it lol.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
-I actually have quite a few that are favorites and yes I’ve read them more than twice, and a couple where I’ve only read them once. In no particular order and these are just a few of what can take up a page: Pride & Prejudice Jane Austin, Honor’s Splendour Julie Garwood, Wheel of Time Series Robert Jordan, Dragon Riders of Pern Anne McCarffery, Troubleshooters Series Suzanne Brockman, anything by Elizabeth Lowell.
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
-Depends on the book and the people behind the movie. One of my favorite franchises has got to be The Lord of the Rings and then maybe The Twilight Saga. I don’t have any worst but The Name of The Rose I thought the book was much better than the movie.
Your favorite food is?
Your favorite singer/group is?
-Don’t really have one. Really depends on my mood what I want to listen to.
Your favorite color is?
-If you look in my closet you’d say black but you’d have to look in my kitchen to see my true favorite color. It’s cobalt blue.
Your favorite Author is?
See favorite books. Lol Same answer.
LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
She is currently working on several projects. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully writing will keep her sane.