|The Prophecy Series, #1|
Hello, you lovely readers. Today I'm pleased to have the super awesome Brenda Dyer with me.
So nice to have you, Brenda. Can you tell the readers a little something about yourself that they might not know?
I’m a very multifaceted person, LOL. There are things about myself I’m still learning, like I just discovered I like Coffee Crisp chocolate bars. I hated them and it took me by surprise when I took a bite of my husband’s C. C. three days ago –because I desperately needed something chocolately— and I enjoyed it. Huh, who knew? Maybe I should try a Kit Kat. I hate them as well, but maybe that has changed too.
My favorite colour—notice the spelling—that’s the Canadian way— is red.
I have to eat four cookies in a row. Not 1, not 2 or 3, but 4.
I stopped smoking a few months ago and it has been the hardest damn thing I have done in my 44 years. *Sigh* Sometimes I miss it sooooooo much.
I love giving nicknames to people I know. And animals.
I would love to visit Alcatraz.
I collect Lord of the Rings things—like action figures, cards, etc., etc..
I guess that’s enough. I could go on and on, but I’m scared your readers will get bored.
Ha, I doubt that. :) By the way, I'm passing through San Francisco in August and plan to snap a couple pictures of Alcatraz. I'll be sure to email them to you.
So what is it exactly that inspires you to write?
Well lately, not much— and it sucks. But before, I guess it was simply the characters and stories in my head.
Writing isn’t something that has always been a part of me. I didn’t want to be a writer when I was a kid or teen. But I tell you this, nothing feels better than seeing—yes, seeing—your characters come to life on the page. There is nothing better than the feeling of someone else loving your book…
How, on earth, did you come up with your characters and world for Love’s Prophecy? Anything jumpstart the idea for the novel for you? Were you sitting around dinner one night, dining on elk, drinking Kokanee (Ha, Canadian joke) and thought, I’m going to write a kickass vampire novel?
LOL, Elk. I’ve had venison (deer) but never elk. Kokanee is seriously an awesome beer. So is Molson Canadian. But back to how I came up with the characters and plot for Love’s Prophecy. The plot for LP actually came to me a year or so before I began writing it. I love vampire paranormal romances, and I loved how each author came up with the theory for why vampires exist, but there always remained two unanswered questions as far as I was concerned— WHERE DID VAMPIRES COME FROM AND WHY DO THEY EXIST? So I came up with my own theory as to why vamps share the Earth with us. I gave them a purpose, LOL and sort of tied them into our history.
Good answer and I'll be sure to try those beers next time I pass through Canada. I'm curious. Love’s Prophecy is self-published, right? What pushed you to take that particular publishing route?
Great question. The decision to SP—self pub—wasn’t an easy one for me to make. I agonized for months over whether I should. I read as many articles as I could on self pubbing—the pros and cons, and listened to my crit partners and friends about what I should do. But in the end, I chose SPing. The main reason I did, was I am a control freak. I wanted to be able to choose my cover. I wanted to have the final say on what got axed in LP and what stayed. It has been a hard road, I’m not going to lie, I still see many massive bumps up ahead, but I don’t regret the road I chose. And I’ll choose the same road for my next novel.
Interesting. Actually, I think the cover is gorgeous. How did you find the right cover?
Thank you. I really appreciate you saying you like my cover. Covers are a very personal thing. Anyway, I have to give kudos to Robert Sadler. He designed this version of the cover. And I L.O.V.E. it!
But, how this cover came to be is I searched and searched for the picture of the couple on the front. Yep, that is the fabulous Jimmy Thomas. I wish I knew the name of the woman model so I could give her credit where credit is due, but sadly, I don’t know her name. I’m sure I could look it up, but did I mention I’m lazy? LOL, remember that.
So, as soon as I saw this picture, I knew it captured exactly the emotion I wanted: love.
The colour scheme for the cover came easy. Red and black ties into the book and so does the daisy. Actually, the daisy is very important.
What’s the hardest part of writing for you?
The hardest of writing is getting my ass in the chair and for me to stay the hell off of Facebook and other social media sites. Besides those two things, I am an edit as ya go type of writer, and that is a massive pain in the rear. Really interferes with getting high word counts down, I’ll tell ya.
Any words of wisdom for up and coming writers out there?
I wish. But seriously, join a crit group or writer’s group. Connect with other writers. They will be an endless source of fantastic info and support. Also, GIVE critiques, too—as many as you can. Although I took an extensive writing course, I learned so much from giving other critiques.
Always wash your hands before eating.
Don’t pick your nose in public.
Listen to criticism others give you on your writing, but don’t take it all as gospel.
Learn to trust your gut instincts.
Yes, yes, I always forget about the nose-picking. Seriously, that's great advice, though. So, what’s one of your favorite excerpts from Love’s Prophecy? And why this particular one?
There are lots of scenes I like from LP, but I do love this one, mainly because of the emotions.
Excerpt: Mel straightened and raked his hair off his forehead. “I do love you. God, I love you so damn much this is killing me, but I won't have you leave everything for me.”
Breeana jumped up, wrapping her arms around him. “I don't care about all that. I love you more than anything my old life has to offer. Don't you understand?”
“You say that now, but eventually you'll change your mind. You could never go back to your old life. Over time you would come to hate me for it.”
She stepped back so he could see her face and know what she said was the truth. “I would never regret my decision to stay with you. Never.”
He framed her damp face with his calloused palms. “I won't prolong your life.”
A shadow of doubt flashed through her mind but she cut it off, discarding it quicker than she'd drop a poisonous snake. Besides, in time he'd change his mind, she was sure of it. “I don't care. I still want to stay.”
His silver-gray eyes bore deep into hers, then sadness crept across his face. After a few moments, he turned away. “I won't change my mind,” he stated more to himself. “You may not understand, but I do this because I love you so much.”
Anger and pain coiled around her heart. She clenched her fists. Rage and frustration mounted and streamed through her, hot as lava. “You do this because you love me?” She jumped at him, grabbing the front of his shirt, balling it up in her fists. “You break my heart into a million (insert the F word here) pieces and you have the gall to say you do so because you love me?”
“Yes. Believe it or not, it's the truth.”
Breeana shoved him and stumbled backwards. “Don't…you…dare say it's because you love me!” Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. “How dare you try to justify your actions by sugar-coating them with words of love.” Her voice rose as hysteria and madness took over her heart and mind.
“I'm doing this for your own good!” he shouted back.
“My own good? No you're not. You're doing this for your own good.” Her eyes widened. “Oh…my God. You never loved me.”
“How can you say that—”
“If you did, you wouldn't be able to imagine a second without me, so—go to hell!” She jabbed a finger toward the door, her body vibrating with unrestrained rage and pain. “Get out.”
Mel grabbed her arm, but she jerked it from his grasp. “Breeana, you're better off without me. Please try to understand. This isn't easy for me either.”
Madness completely took over and she spun away, screaming, “Don't touch me! Just…leave so I can pack.” She marched across the room to the closet and grabbed her bag.
“Breeana, please listen to me.” He tried to stop her by stepping in her way, but she stalked around him, grabbing her clothes along the way, shoving them into the bag.
On her way to the bathroom, she stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder. He stood in the middle of the room, his face a mask of hurt and pain. “You're right about one thing, I do hate you. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hate you for deceiving me, but most of all, I hate you because you're a coward.” The last one was low but she really didn't give a shit. She wanted to hurt him. Wanted him to feel as miserable and dead inside as she did.
Well damn. I feel like I need to read my copy again. :) Loved it. So, I’ve gotta know. Please tell me you are working on Kal’s story. What’s in the works for you, Brenda, eh??
LOL, yeppers. I’m working on Kal’s story. Poor ol’ Kal, he doesn’t know what hit ‘im.
I'll be waiting for it! Now, if you were a big-footed hobbit, would you have returned the ring? What would be your reasoning?
EXCELLENT question! And a hard one to answer.
Would I return the ring or keep it as my own—my precious? Hmm, in place of the Dark Lord I will be a queen—as beautiful and terrible as the Morning and Night. Stronger than the foundations of Earth. All shall love me and despair.
Wow, I guess that answers the question. I don’t want to be a Queen—especially one that’s stronger than the foundations of earth. I’d wind up killing my husband by mistake, lol. So, I’d return the ring.
Hmm, I'm not gonna lie, kinda gave me a flashback there. So, if you were a character in any Tolkien story, who would you be and why?
From any of J.R.R. Tolkien’s stories? Wow, another very cool question. There are so many neat characters worthy of being. Let me go have a coffee and think on it a bit. Brb.
Okay, I’m back. I think I’d like to be none of them. The first reason is I’m lazy. Did I mention that? And I’m a huge coward. There is simply too much walking and danger for me. I love to read about it in my comfy chair, eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, but I don’t want to live it.
Well, I can't argue with that answer, can I? And you gave me time to think of my final question. I noticed you have a short story, Zomboro Virus, about a zombie apocalypse. Right, so you wake up tomorrow and learn a zombie apocalypse has swept the world over night. (Fast, I know. This is fiction, after all.) What would 'Brenda Dyer' do to mount a defense?
Best question EVER asked. And I’m such a nerd that I have this all figured out for just in case. I would gather as many supplies as I could: water, guns, ammo, food, etc., etc., etc., and hide out at the top of a lighthouse. The reason is, there is only one way in—up a huge flight of stairs. And lighthouses are usually located on a deserted rock surrounded my water—pounding surf. And let’s face it, zombies aren’t going to be smart. Their brains are rotting. So if they tried to even get to the lighthouse, they’d drown, and even if they did make it. I’d pick them off before they even made it to the stairs. And hopefully, I wouldn’t be alone so I’d have help, extra look outs.
Lol. I'm just saying, you've given this some thought. And no worries, I'll act as a lookout. I don't need anyone nibbling on my body. Well a zombie anyway. :D
Thanks so much for stopping by, Brenda. You are a truly awesome lady. I can't wait for you to release Kal's story, chickie. ***Also, Brenda is offering one lucky commenter a signed print edition of Love's Prophecy and a $5 Amazon gift card! Please be sure to comment with your email address***
Blurb: In the depth of time...Lucifer vowed to destroy humans and take the Earth from The Creator. In secret, vampires were brought about to thwart Lucifer's plan. Locked in a battle centuries old, vampires guarded The Creator's children against annihilation from demons. But the era of a new breed of warrior needed to turn the tides of war has come. The time for the fulfillment of the Vampire Prophecy begins.
Dark warriors of might...For Mel, a deadly vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver, the mystery surrounding the Vampire Prophecy deepens when he meets Breeana, a human woman who not only bears the mark of the prophecy, but resembles the unknown woman haunting his dreams. A powerful link pulls him to her, overriding his willpower to stay away. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. To protect her, he must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves.
Small warriors of light...Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer is tired of being disappointed by love. Although love and a family is her greatest desire, she decides her career, friends, and romance novels are all she needs. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. Yet there's more to him than smoldering good looks and a rock-hard body. As she's drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. A life altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.
Previously, I've listed a review for Love's Prophecy so be sure to check it out if you are curious.
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