HAUNTS THE MOONLIGHT
Etienne D'Artagnan is the author of In Alien Arms, released by Liquid Silver Books. Her newest release, Unfinished Business, is also released by Liquid Silver Books. Both books can be found here: Liquid Silver Books
I want to thank Etienne for blogging with us today. It's a pleasure to have you with us. We're excited to learn more about you and your books. So, let's get started with the hard stuff...some trivia about you:
1. Do you have a movie that you must watch every Halloween? No, not really. What's your favorite scary movie? I do not care much for scary movies, I prefer romantic movies. Do you have a favorite scary character or character type? Oh my no, but I do like bad boys...
2. Do you have any Halloween traditions like decorating your house, having house parties, wearing costumes, etc.?
Being French I have never celebrated Halloween. My wearing costumes has more to do with role playing. Cowboys are a favorite, there is just something about those spurs...
3. If you do you dress up for Halloween, what will you be dressed up as this year? What was your all-time most favorite costume that you ever wore?
There was a set of chaps I was fond of...
Why? Can we print that here?
4. Are you superstitious? Do you find yourself knocking on wood or throwing salt over your shoulder? If not one of these two, what is your superstition?
Ah, no, I am quite boring, not superstitious at all.
5. Do you believe in ghosts? If so, have you ever had a ghostly encounter and tell us about it?
I don't know if believe is the right word. I have had a strange experience once on a trip to Venice for Carnival, I saw a strange figure watching me that no one else could see.
6. Tell us 3 funny or strange things that happened to you, or someone you know, on past Halloweens.
I cannot recall anything really.
7. If you could be any paranormal creature, what would it be and why?
An Elf. For the shoes cher.
Now, let’s get to your writing:
8. Why the paranormal genre? What was the draw for you?
One can do anything in the paranormal genre, much like the science fiction genre which is my other favorite
9. If you could describe your paranormal writing with a word or phrase, what would it be? Please be creative and look beyond words like vampire, werewolf, etc., and delve into the core of your writing to tell us what word or phrase you want readers to take with them when they've finished reading your story.
Ah, I would say eerie. I would like readers to say "Wow, I did not expect that," when they finish one of my stories.
10. Do you prefer playing tricks on people or bestowing treats? Does that show through in your writing? If so, how?
I much prefer bestowing treats, it is so much more fun. I like to think the treat in my stories is taking the reader into my world for awhile and entertaining them.
11. Who decides what creatures you write about, you or your muse? What kind of influence do you have over your story, or is the muse always the one stirring the cauldron?
The muse always heavily influences me. He regularly tells me I am crazy.
12. What was the creature that you had the most fun creating and why?
That would be my Troll which I am working on now. He is so annoyed at being in our world.
13. If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why? John the ghost from Unfinished Business, he is so sexy. Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why? I don't know, I have never thought about that.
Unfinished BusinessEtienne D'ArtagnanISBN 978-1-59578-564-0
The old cook told them ghost stories when they were kids. Now John intends to find out if one of the old tales is true. He's dead and he doesn't want to go through eternity without his best friends and lovers, Michael and Amber. His unfinished business sets off a plan that will change them all forever.
Michael and Amber have their own plans though, and they need John to complete them. But will their plans and John's blow up in their faces or will everything work out for them to be together forever?
Contains: Menage, m/m, sex with a ghost, m/f/m, anal, masturbation.
I was cold. I wasn't really sure where I was. There was just this strange grey fog all around me. The Shiloh battlefield was gone. No more screaming, no Union soldiers, no Confederate boys, no more cannon fire, just soft foggy quiet.
A pain pierced my heart. I clutched my chest and squeezed my eyes shut but no tears spilled down my cheeks. What was going to happen to Amber and Michael? A wave of loneliness hit me and I dropped to my knees, hugging myself in my misery. I couldn't imagine being without them, never seeing them again. The thought was intolerable.
"John Marcus Carson, are you ready?" a deep voice asked from somewhere just behind me. In a panic I turned, trying to see who had spoken. I had thought I was alone.
"No!" I shouted. "No, I'm not ready," I added in a softer voice. In my mind, I could see Amber laughing and Michael watching her with his hungry eyes. I needed them, needed to be with them. I turned in a slow circle still looking for any sign of the speaker. All I saw was grey.
"I can't stay here. I have things to do. Michael and Amber, I promised them... Unfinished business," I whispered, fear and longing shooting through me. I thought of my two loves again. My need for them overwhelmed me and just like that, I was looking down at them. They were in Amber's bed and oh Lord, she had her legs wrapped around Michael's hips and he was giving her an ace-high fucking.
In desperation, I reached out to them. This wasn't the way things were supposed to end. Suddenly I was on the road to the Bar-A Ranch. I felt a sense of time being critically short and ran down the road. I had to get to the two people who meant everything to me before it was too late.
I ran, not tiring, until I realized I wasn't really going anywhere. Haste, it seemed, was the wrong approach. I stopped and took a deep breath. Or tried to. My body remembered the movements and the sensation, but no air filled my lungs. For a long moment I just froze. Then I had to do it again. I laughed from the sheer strangeness of it.
This wasn't some drunk-off-my-ass dream. I knew I was dead. Just like I knew I had to go home. All those people who say a ghost haunts a place because the poor idiot doesn't know he's dead are fooling themselves. Trust me on this, when you're dead, you know it. I thought about the stories the old Cook at the ranch used to tell about ghosts. He was wrong on so many things, and right on so many others. I began to make a plan.