Teresa – Eternity is about finding the person who completes you, finding yourself and forming bonds that last beyond a lifetime.
IBP – State a random fact about yourself that would surprise your readers.
Teresa – I’ve been in 47 out of 50 states, but I have never been out of the country!
IBP – If you wouldn’t be a writer, what you would be?
Teresa – If I had all the time in the world to go back to school (or be 20 again), I would be a veterinarian. However, besides writing, I am going to school full –time for Forensic Psychology, and I work full-time as a Content Coordinator for an online office supply company. Whew…
IBP – Do you listen to music while writing?
Teresa – I do, actually. I am one of those people that has to have background music so that I don’t get distracted by the silence. If I don’t have music to listen to, I find myself staring out the window at nothing.
IBP – What were the challenges in bringing this book to life?
Teresa – The fact that I knew nothing about genetics other than what I’ve read in a Dean Koontz novel. I had to research all about genetics and DNA, and talked to some very fascinating scientists who had immense patience with my ignorance.
IBP – Could you describe to us your typical writing day?
Teresa – To be honest, I write when I have time. I try to get in an hour a day, and I’m pretty successful at that, with a minimum of two hours on the weekend. I have coffee, music, and my laptop, and I’m set.
IBP – What inspired you to write, you took any ideas from other books, movies etc?
Teresa – My father died when I was young, and my mother and I moved around a lot, so I didn’t have many friends or things to do. I read extensively from the age of 10, and when I was 14, I thought to myself, “Self, you can do this. Write something.” And that was it. I started to write. My first stories were about me and my best friend becoming fabulously wealthy, buying a private island, and marrying Corey Feldman and Corey Haim.
IBP – What book is currently on your nightstand?
Teresa – I’m reading Under the Dome for the second time. Stephen King is my hero. I would totally geek-out if I met him. My all-time favorite book is The Stand, and I own his entire collection.
IBP – How important do you find the communication between you and your readers? Do you reply to their messages or read their reviews?
Teresa – I find it very important! Oh wow, I love to hear from readers. I love their feedback, good or bad, and I love to hear it when they love the book and characters. I always reply if someone sends me an email or post or tweet. I always read the reviews- I need to know what I’m doing right, and what I’m doing wrong. I can only learn from them, and make my work better through their eyes.
IBP – Vampires or werewolves?
Teresa – Vampires, totally. I actually have a werewolf phobia. It’s hard for me to write about them, even. I love wolves however. Go figure…
IBP – What projects are you currently working on right now? Would you mind sharing them with us?
Teresa – I am working on Magick, the second book in the Immortals and Magick trilogy, and I am also working on two stand-alone novels: one is about an abused woman who is running from her ex-husband and the other is about a woman who hunts supernatural beings.
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Anna Greer is a quiet microbiologist with her feet planted firmly in reality.
Her life gets turned upside down when she finally meets her elusive employer,
Gareth Macgregor. Gareth is mysterious, sexy, powerful…and a vampire.
Soon she’s drawn into a world she thought was mythical, populated with creatures and beings that should have only existed in nightmares.
Anna and Gareth are drawn together in a fight for their lives and Anna finds
that there is a part of her that has lain dormant since her childhood, a power
that could save them, or mark them for death.
Gareth’s powerful enemy would stop them from finding what Gareth has been trying to find for centuries—a release from torment and a love that transcends time.
Teresa Federici grew up in South Florida, the baby of four born to first generation Italian-Americans. She learned at an early age that you had to be loud and inventive to get any attention in the house. She turned her very active imagination to writing when she was 14 years old, weaving stories for her friends about far off places, adventure, and love.
Although she has a plethora of novels already written, she didn’t publish her first until she was 35. Eternity was published in 2010 with a small boutique press, then she self-published it and her second novel Choices, with Amazon in 2013. She is currently working on Magick, the exciting sequel to Eternity, and two other novels. Magick will be released in December of 2013, with more to come in 2014.
Teresa lives in South Florida with her husband, step-son, crazy puppy Kensi, and dreams of the day when she can buy her house in the mountains and write all day long.
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We stared at each other across the small space between us, our chests equally rising and falling. His strange brown eyes locked onto my green ones, and he moved toward me.
I put my hand out in a stop gesture, not sure where I dredged the strength from to accomplish it.
“Please, don’t.” I whispered, and what he heard in my voice must have stopped him from coming closer. “Look, Gareth, I don’t know what is going on here, but I can’t do this.”
“What do you think is going on here?” he asked. He ran his hands through his hair then shoved them into his pockets.
I shook my head futilely. I didn’t know.
“I think that we’re two people that are attracted to one another. You just happen to work for me.”
He tried to make it sound as though that’s all there was to it; just two people, man and woman, with an attraction between them. I could tell from his eyes he didn’t believe it.
“No, there’s more, and you know it. What is it?”
“No, there isn’t anything more.” He ground out. He moved toward me again, and as much as I wanted to fall into his arms a second time, I backed up a few more steps, my hand still held out in front of me, palm out.
“Please stay away. You’re just making it harder for me to continue working for you.”
That made him stop again, just inches from my hand.
“I don’t want you to go. I need…” he paused, his words hanging between us. My heart stuttered, waiting for him to say he needed me. Did I want to hear that?
“I need someone like you on my team. I would hate to see you go.”
That was not what I expected to hear. My heart rate dropped immediately, the desire that had turned my bones to liquid quickly drying up.
“Isn’t that what you wanted to hear?” he asked quietly, and my damaged pride had me nodding my head. It may have been what I thought I wanted to hear, but a fissure began to form on my newly exposed heart.
He closed the gap between us, my hands caught against the press of our bodies, and I clutched at his jacket, my knuckles pressing into the hard wall of his chest. This time his mouth possessed mine with irrefutable ownership, and I kissed him back feverishly, the rush of desire flooding my veins a second time.
How did he know that I wanted him to kiss me again before I even knew it? How could his mouth, his lips, his tongue, elicit the response from me that no other man had been able to get? I wanted to pour myself into him, feel him drive into me in an act of possession that a kiss could never duplicate.
He broke away from me slowly, leaving lingering fires on my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, everywhere his lips caressed. He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
“Your heart is pounding so hard.” He murmured.
With a jolt I pushed away from him. I stared at him, wanting to place my hands on his chest again, to see if I was mistaken, but I stopped myself.
“What? What is it?” he looked puzzled, and not a little frustrated. My mind was a complete blank, and I couldn’t process what had just happened.
“Gareth, I…I have to go.” I stammered. He came toward me again, and I moved as quickly as I could around him, almost dodging out of the way as he reached for me.
“Please, let me go. I have to think about this.” I pleaded as I backed away from him, my mind completely consumed with getting out of his office.
I turned my back on him, not even waiting for him to say anything, and yanked open the office door. Here I was again, in front of the elevator, praying harder than I had prayed in a long time for that door to open.
I could feel his eyes on me, and as soon as I was in the elevator, I turned to look at him. I dropped my eyes briefly to his chest then met his gaze again. What I saw there was a mixture of shock and resignation. Then he was gone, back into the office.
As soon as the doors slid closed, I closed my eyes. What I had discovered was not possible; what had made me run out of there could not exist in the realm of science. It was a staggering impossibility.
What I noticed as I was clutching his jacket, my hands pressed so hard against his chest, was the absence of internal movement. He had commented on how hard my heart was beating, which was ironic.
Because his heart hadn’t been beating at all.