AVA JAMES CREATES MISCHIEF IN THE MOONLIGHT
Please welcome author, Ava James, into the Moonlight. Ava hails from the midwest and is the author of One Dark Knight, published by Siren-BookStrand, Inc., Royal Cargo and The Eagle at Midnight, both published by Freya's Bower, Once Cuffed, published by Excessica, and A Crone's Query, published by Wild Child Publishing. Visit Ava's website to learn more about her and her books.
Thanks so much for joining us today, Ava. It's a pleasure and an honor to have you with us! Now, let’s learn some trivia about you:
1. Do you have a movie that you must watch every Halloween? What's your favorite scary movie? Do you have a favorite scary character or character type?
Sleepy Hollow is a recent addition to my Halloween movie list, The Craft, and Practical Magic are favorites too. As far as scary movies go, the classics are the best—You can’t go wrong with Michael, Freddie real isn’t my type though—I prefer the strong, silent ones. You know, the ones who walk with a determined stride and always seem to catch up to the frantically running busty and lusty ladies.
2. Do you have any Halloween traditions like decorating your house, having house parties, wearing costumes, etc.?
I dress up my black, polydactyl cat, with white angel wings and a halo. He doesn’t enjoy it, but the neighborhood kids get a laugh when I open the door to hand out candy.
3. If you do 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? Why?
A few years ago, my husband dressed as a knight and I as a courtesan. I had a full length plum gown and big period appropriate jewelry. I love the giant, teetering on gaudy jewels.
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?
Superstitious? No. I walk under ladders and own a black cat.
5. Do you believe in ghosts? If so, have you ever had a ghostly encounter and tell us about it?
I do believe in ghosts. I think the supernatural is as real as you and I. They are like the wind, just because you can not always see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
6. Tell us 3 funny or strange things that happened to you, or someone you know, on past Halloweens.
1. Four years ago, I was cuffed to a rod-iron bar stool at a Halloween Party.
2. My husband got his cape caught in a bike chair and subsequently ruined his costume at the same party in which I was cuffed to the bar stool.
3. And, at this very same party, a guest was handing out lubricant and condoms as part of his “costume.”
*It was one interesting party…
7. If you could be any paranormal creature, what would it be and why?
Well, I would certainly want to be immortal. I think being a god would have its advantages. Vampirism does have its own appeal, but blood makes me queasy in real life, so I’ll pass. I’d welcome a werewolf into my bed, but as for me, I do not think I could deal with that much shaving—imagine the razor blades you go through!
Now, let’s learn more about your writing:
8. Why the paranormal genre? What was the draw for you?
The draw for me is the endless possibilities, the exploration of life beyond the norm. I find the occult and mythology fascinating.
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.
Memorable—that’d be a terrific response. I do not write to shock or frighten, but rather to instill the same curiosity that I share when approaching such.
10. Do you prefer playing tricks on people or bestowing treats? Does that show through in your writing? If so, how?
I bestow treats more than anything, but I have had a great deal of fun writing the trickster. There is something freeing in writing evil characters. I like to create characters that surprise the reader, like the crone in A Crone’s Query. She’s terrifying and yet likeable in her own grouchy way.
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?
I would like to think that we have a collective agreement to write every story to the best of our ability be there a werewolf, a Bean Nighe, fae, or demons.
12. What was the creature that you had the most fun creating and why?
Hector, the werewolf from Royal Cargo, he is raw sexuality and adventure in the façade of a pirate.
13. If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why? Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why?
The character that I would most like to meet is Llaw, my Celtic god from the story, The Eagle At Midnight. He has the most unique accent in the world and the ability to make any woman multi-orgasmic.
The character I’d least like to see in reality is Lady Tamlyn from my latest release, For One Dark Knight. The woman lacks a heart and a conscience. She’d slit your throat for a pint of ale.
I think this is adorable and I want to know where they got the costume—my bulldog would make a perfect Mr. Stay Puft!
Here’s what I’d be wearing while walking my Mini-Mr. Stay Puft pooch! Although, I’d wear a thigh-high boat instead.
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For One Dark Knight
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Past the suitable age for marriage, Lady Isobel longs for her life to begin. When the chance to flee the clutches of her misery arises, she sets out on a journey to her dower lands and childhood home. But no road is without its perils, and she soon finds she needs someone by her side.
Sir Robert de Gever's duties become vastly more complicated when Lady Isobel stumbles into his life in need of rescue. Questions arise and secrets run deep, leaving desire and suspicion to war within him.
Intrigue awaits the pair, and conspirators abound. Is the bond of one dark night spent together strong enough to save them from their fears?
He wished he could keep her locked away—far, far away. The woman looked as though she were arming herself for battle. Her sweet smiles changed the instant the last of the men quit the room.
“What is the matter?” Isobel asked with a clipped tone.
“What is the matter?” Robert began his counterattack in falsetto.
“Where should I start? My men have all left their posts, and training, to come to the beck and call of the devilish temptress besieging Durham .” He watched her eyes grow wide as he spoke. How was it that even now, he could think of nothing but her lips?
“Devilish temptress? If I tempted any man, it was in no way intentional, and in every way a result of the man’s baser interests.” Isobel took a challenging step toward him. She accused him with her eyes and her words. "Furthermore, if it weren't for yer noble act of imprisonment, I would not be here!"
Robert stepped closer to her. Her feminine scent wafted into his nostrils. She easily broke his train of thought. The aroma that lingered about her intoxicated his senses. Beyond doubt, she was a foul temptress! With every attempt to ignore her, he failed miserably. Each time he was in her presence she distracted him. If it was not her beauty that caught his attention, it was her voice and words. The woman drew him in and he did not care to be so affected by her. He needed to reign in his thoughts and focus.
In a much calmer voice he said, “Would ye rather I left ye to be ravished by those Saxon mercenaries?” He took another step closer to her as he spoke. He watched her gaze fall to his lips. Her pink tongue crossed her own bottom lip, and a blush came to her soft cheeks. God’s wounds, he felt too much for this lady.
She drew away. “Ravished by those Saxons is not what I want.” Her voice weak, and unusually breathy, he wondered just who she’d like to be ravished by.
His own errant mind conjured up dangerous visions of her naked body slick against his own. He couldn’t help himself, so he asked just what he’d been wondering. “What do ye want?”