IBP – How would you describe your book in 20 words or less without using the blurb?
Patricia – A suspenseful tale that is Angel meets Vampire Diaries meets Eve Dallas with plenty of steamy sex.
IBP – What was your favorite scene?
Patricia – In my current new release, Secrets in Blood, my favorite scene is the one where Evangeline first rescues Nicola. It completely reverses the standard roles in a vampire novel. Evangeline is strong, free, and in control and Nicola is nearly dead, a prisoner, and totally dependent on Evangeline-for his very life. Seeing how Nicola reacts in that particular setting, what he is willing to do and not willing to do was fascinating.
IBP – Do you listen to music while writing?
Patricia – No, I tend to watch bad TV. I watch a lot of Food Network reality shows and movies. If Shawshank Redemption is on TV, I will always watch it. I’ve seen it so many times that I don’t have to really pay attention to it, but I can look up whenever I need a quick mental break from my characters, watch for 5 minutes, and then get back to writing.
IBP – Do you have any advice for unpublished authors?
Patricia – Lots! First, don’t give up. I wrote ¾ of a novel ten years ago. I could never finish it. It was crap. I know it was crap. But I’m sure there were probably parts of it that were salvageable had I not lost it all. But once I realized that I’d lost that manuscript, I just kept writing. I wrote a little bit here and there for years. It wasn’t until two years ago that I finally managed to finish a manuscript. From there, it hasn’tstopped.
But wait, there’s more! Edit. Edit, edit, edit. If you’re an independent author, make sure that you hire an editor. Even if you’re just going to pay for an inexpensive copy edit. Misspellings and poor word choice (you’re vs your) are two of the quickest ways to lose readers.
And lastly, despite the fact that I just spent two paragraphs giving advice, do what works for you. If it doesn’t work for you to write first and edit later, then don’t. If writing start to finish isn’t working, jump around. The best process for you is the one that works. So if you have to do something unconventional to get the job done, go for it.
IBP – How did you come up with your premise for your books?
Patricia – I get a lot of my ideas from dreams. Most of my books have started with a single scene flash in my head, often from a dream. I’ll get a sense of how the characters behave and their personalities from the short scene and from there I can figure out what sort of book this will be. Quite often, that initial scene doesn’t even make it into the final book, but it helps me focus my outlining and character development.
IBP – How many books do you read/month?
Patricia – I read a lot. I have a 45 minute bus commute each way to my day job . I spend that time with my Kindle. It helps me pass the time. I probably read at least five to seven books per month. More if I’m on a novella kick. Last week I read five books. Two were novellas. I think one of the most important things you can do as a writer is read. Everything.
IBP – Where can readers find your books?
Patricia – You can find links to my books on my website: http://www.pdeddy.com and on my Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/author/pdeddy
IBP – Do you ever run into someone who says “You write WHAT?”
Patricia – I wrote in “secret” for quite a while. A few people knew that I was doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) but I didn’t make a big deal about the fact that I was actually going to publish my first book until it was pretty close to going live. Since then, I’ve encountered a number of people in my life who aren’t my close friends but rather acquaintances and new friends who are a little shocked that I write steamy romance novels. We won’t even speak of my family. I may not be able to show my face at any family reunions for a while without feeling a little self-conscious.
IBP – What projects are you currently working on right now? Would you mind sharing them with us?
Patricia – I always have at least three or four projects going at once. I want to have something I can turn to if I get stuck on a scene or a chapter. I’m actively working on the sequel to By the Fates, Freed. It’s called By the Fates, Fought and continues the story of Raven and Ealasaid. This book is much darker than the first, which is saying something.
I’m also working on the sequel to Secrets in Blood. It is called Revelations in Blood and will be out in the late spring of 2014. This is also a darker book, but there’s a good bit of levity in it as well.
I have three other projects I’m working on little by little. I have a new series that centers around a werewolf pack. I haven’t come up with a title for that yet. That project will likely be my NaNoWriMo project for this year. I have two novellas or short stories (still not sure which) that I’m working on. One is a post-apocalyptic dystopian romance and the other is an erotica piece. Both have a couple of thousand words behind them at this point, but I’m not entirely certain where they are going yet. I also had an idea for a YA project and another for a story about a genetically enhanced soldier. And then there’s the zombie steampunk novel that needs a serious edit but is basically done.
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Secrets Blurb: Vampires have been living in the open for centuries, but the laws prohibit them feeding directly from humans. A group of young American vampires wants those laws changed and will do anything to accomplish their goal.
An extremist religious group, believing vampires to be an abomination against God, works to develop a serum that will stay the vampires’ quick healing, effectively turning them mortal.
While visiting America, Italian vampire Nicola Angliatti tries to rescue a lost little girl, only to discover she is being used as bait. Captured by the extremists, restrained in silver, his body is used to develop the serum. Years later, near death, he’s discovered by that same little girl, now grown. The attraction between the two of them is instant and inexplicable. Can Evangeline free Nicola from his silver bonds? And if she does, what will happen between them?
Note: This book contains several scenes of steamy vampire sex. Intended for readers over 18.
Author Bio: Patricia D. Eddy has been a writer all of her life. She used to sit at her parents’ kitchen counter on an Apple IIe typing out short stories. She even wrote a few on their old typewriter. But it wasn’t until NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) two years ago that she ever came close to finishing a story she started.
But now she’s on a roll. She’s got three different series in the works and at least five other stand-alone novels and short stories in some stage of completion.
In her spare time she runs, bikes, swims, paddleboards, rocks trivia nights at local bars, reads, and watches way too much Doctor Who, although she’d tell you there’s no such thing.
Nic was illuminated in the light of a waning moon, prone, and covered in his own blood. His eyes were closed. She wanted to touch him, to make sure he was even still alive, but she couldn’t take the time.
She set the portal for another fifteen miles away—its maximum range. She activated the device and pulled the tracker from her pocket. From her pack, she grabbed a piece of jerky and pushed the tracker through the sinewy fibers of the meat. If she was really lucky, an animal would eat the tracker and make her father think she was on the run. She threw the jerky through the blue oval of light.
Next, she programmed the generator to shut down in five seconds. With all of her strength, she launched the small device through the portal. The portal’s light faded to a pinprick and then died completely. That was all Evangeline could do. The rest would be luck.
She caressed Nic’s shoulder. “Open your eyes, we need to move.”
He moaned under her touch and his eyes fluttered open. His voice was weak. “I am dying. It will not be long now. Solo pochi minuti. Will you stay with me? I do not wish to die alone.”
“You’re not going to die. But we can’t stay here.” Evangeline pulled the canteen from her pack and tipped it to his lips. “Drink a little.”
Nic obeyed, his fingers curling around Evangeline’s wrist. “I have lost too much blood. The serum . . . it will kill me. Just hold my hand, please. I feel the darkness coming.”
“Nic!” Evangeline shouted as the vampire’s eyes closed. “Nicola!”
Nic forced his eyes open, but Evangeline could see he was struggling to focus on her.
“You are not going to die today. Not if we can move. But you have to stay with me. You wouldn’t let me go. I’m not letting you go either.”
He nodded weakly. Evangeline managed to shove her shoulder under his arm and together, they struggled to stand. They took one step, then another, and another, trudging through the forest litter. An owl hooted in the distance. Nic’s head lolled against her shoulder as they came to the edge of a small valley. “Nic, don’t pass out. Please. I can’t carry you.”
“Not long left,” he breathed in her ear.
“Slow now, the ground is really uneven,” Evangeline told him. Nic was barely conscious and more than once his foot caught on a fallen branch or rock. She started to call out the landscape as they went.
“Step up now, there’s a branch. Good. Okay, now some loose rocks. We’re going to duck a few inches next, under this tree. Good.” Through all the directions, Nic kept his head on her shoulder and his arm around her barely held any strength. Evangeline scented his blood along with the crisp, clean air of the forest. His skin smelled like tobacco and spice, very male and strong.
Soon, Evangeline heard the blessed sound of the river. It was rushing quickly for this time of year, swollen with the snowmelt. The bank was wide and clear of trees. It hadn’t rained in a few days, so the ground was dry and scattered with pine needles. She hated being at the bottom of the ravine, for it would be harder to see her father’s men coming, but they were well hidden by the surrounding trees. “Down now, time to rest.”
When she’d lowered Nic to the ground, she brushed her fingers over the soft silk of his hair. He turned his head towards her touch, but his eyes remained closed. The light from the crescent moon cast an eerie shadow over his sharp nose and full lips. “Nic, open your eyes.”
“Per favore, rimani ancora un po’.” His words, whispered to her mind, worried her.
“If you die on me, I’m going to be very pissed off,” she snapped.
“Ci provo. Freddo.”
“Nic, I don’t understand Italian.”
Evangeline unzipped her pack and withdrew a thin camping blanket. It was designed for maximum warmth and weighed almost nothing. She looked over Nic’s naked body, blushing as her eyes traveled down his flat stomach, to where his manhood lay long and relaxed, and then down to his long legs and bare feet. She spread the blanket over him, tucking it around his body before lying down next to him, sharing her warmth.
Evangeline bent so her lips rested against his ear. “I need to go retrieve my bow and quiver and make sure we weren’t followed. I won’t be far.” She laid her hand on his cheek. His skin heated under her fingers and he turned his face towards her touch. A line of worry or pain had appeared between his eyes and she smoothed it away with her thumb.
A small current of electricity tingled on her lips as they grazed his ear. “Rest.”
“Do not leave,” he begged her silently.
“I have to. I need to make sure we’re safe.”
“I will die.”
Evangeline took his face in her hands. Something inside of her stirred and she pressed her lips to his. Dried blood on the corner of her lip seemed to rouse him. His tongue probed hers, searching, desperate.
“Help me.” His fangs descended. He would die without blood. “Evangeline. I…”
Evangeline laved her tongue against his fangs, purposely giving him what he needed. His saliva dulled the initial shock of pain. Nic moaned softly as the few drops of her blood brought him back from the edge of the abyss, but he was still too weak to move. His skin chilled again as she pulled away.
“I’ll be back.”