Today we have an interview with Vella Day, author of such popular paranormal romance series as Weres and Witches of Silver Lake, Montana Promises, and Pack Wars.
In this interview, she talks about her life as a writer, which pieces of her work she recommends to new readers, what she's currently working, what she has coming out in the near future, and an exerpt from her upcoming book, Protecting His Wolf.
Some of Vella Day's titles available on Amazon include the following:
A Magical Shift: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 1)
Catching Her Bear: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 2)
Surge of Magic: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 3)
An Unexpected Diversion: A Hot Paranormal Shifter Story (Hidden Hills Shifters Book 1)
Bare Instincts: A BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance (Hidden Hills Shifters Book 2)
Training Their Mate (Pack Wars Book 1)
Claiming Their Mate: Paranormal werewolf military unit (Pack Wars Book 2)
Tell us about yourself.
I am the least likely person to be an author. I have a masters degree in math and one in business. I hated to read until after I graduated from college. Then I found romance and became a book junky. Reading was one thing, but writing?? Hell no. I even chose to take more courses in my masters to avoid writing. Then one day, about 20 years ago, my husband said since I read so much, why don’t I write a book? I figured how hard could it be? [very hard, by the way] I took classes on writing, joined an RWA chapter and spend 12 years polishing my craft before I published.
What, in your opinion, makes a good story?
One that draws me into the world and never lets me go until the end. I want to fall in love with all the characters. I want to laugh and cry and then be sad when the book is over.
What authors do you look up to, and why?
I like authors who live and breathe writing. Not only do they write everyday, but they study the trends and are always looking for ways to not only help others, but want to be the best they can be. That is, I admire ambition. Who are they? There are way too many names to mention. Of course the ones who’ve worked through adversity come to mind like Janet Evanovich, Nora Roberts, Sherilyn Kenyon and the like.
4) Do you keep tabs on the constant shifting tides of romance writing? If yes, how do you adjust your writing (if at all) to suit them?
I try to keep up with what is current, but no I don’t write to trends. I write what works organically for me. I started out in romantic suspense, and love a good thriller, but I also have loved romance. I get a thrill playing around in the paranormal world and creating my own world. It begins very real to me. I know that bad boys sell, but I can’t write men who are less than honorable at all times.
What is your greatest struggle in writing, and how do you overcome it?
I’m quite disciplined when it comes to writing everyday, but social media pulls me in. I could watch videos all day long! My biggest struggle is being creative enough. Fortunately, I have good friends how help throw ideas my way.
Do you have a set writing schedule? What time of the day is most conducive to get your creative juices flowing?
I’m a night owl. I get up around 10:30-11:00 am and do a little marketing first. Now that we’ve moved to Costa Rica, several times a week we head to the beach during the day, go shopping, or just explore. After my early bird husband goes to bed (he gets ups 4), I write. I think better when it’s dark and quiet.
Which one of your heroines is most like you personality wise, and how?
LOL. Probably all of them. I’m rather strong willed, but I also don’t like to make waves. I love being with my man, and so do my heroines. When I talk about things my heroine has done, many of the stories are mine (not telling which ones, though!). I do like to camp, so all of the hiking stuff is real.
I’m about to write a story about a bad goddess, turned good. She’s rather evil right now, and I’m not sure how I’m going to pull her off!
Which of your past releases would you recommend new readers try?
I’m most proud of my Weres and Witches series. It has suspense, hot sex, and magic. A Magical Shift is free!
And now for the silly… if you could have one hour with your favorite book character, who would you spend that time with, and what would you do?
Probably McKenzie from Loving Her Vixen Mate. She is totally fearless. I’d probably go to St. Petersburg, Russia with her. Why? I’ve never been and neither has she, but if we ever got in trouble, I’d trust her to save me.
What’s in the works for you right now? When can we expect to see it released to the world?
For the first time in my life, I have found the niche that I love—paranormal with a twist of fantasy, covered in romantic suspense. In the past, I would jump around series, but since I’m loving this one so much, I see no end in sight. I’ve been working on Weres and Witches for over a year and have a lot more stories in me. The next book is called Protecting His Wolf, and it releases in January [I’ve included the excerpt below].
Can you share an excerpt of your upcoming book, or recently released one?
This is the first scene in my January release, Protecting His Wolf (this is unedited, so be kind).
Lexi Laramie ground her teeth together. “Are you crazy? You have no right to sell me. It’s barbaric!”
Her dad lifted his hand and slapped her so hard across the face that she stumbled backward, slamming against the sharp edge of the trailer’s kitchen counter. Pain shot up her spine, but she refused to show how much his actions had hurt her, both physically and mentally.
Lexi was so damned tempted to kill the bastard right here, right now, but she wanted him to suffer with the poor decisions he’d made in his life. Let the gambler he owned money to come after him and dole out his own brand of justice.
“Release me,” her wolf begged. “I can take him.”
He’s not worth it.
Her dad was a wolf too, and while he had been strong in his youth, in his current drunk condition, he was a mere shell of a man. His once thick brown hair, now in need of a haircut, was peppered with gray. The once broad shoulders were beginning to round from lack of exercise. She too had been devastated by her mom’s death, but did she go out and get drunk and gamble every night? Hell no. She mourned her mom while keeping a job.
He raised his hand once more, but she wouldn’t let him strike her again. She swiped the blood trickling down her cheek, ready to defend herself. Could she kill him? Probably. Her Wendayan mother had imbued her with great strength and agility. Deciding to use that talent instead of her ability to shift, Lexi executed a roundhouse kick to his midsection. As expected, the old man tumbled on his ass and landed with a grunt. Lexi stood over him. “Don’t. Ever. Hit. Me. Again. You understand?” She refrained from saying what she might do if he did.
His eyes darkened with fury as he half rolled over. “You will pay.”
“Me?” Lexi stepped back, planted one foot in front of the other, and lifted her fists. “How much money do you owe this time?”
Her father lifted up onto his elbows. “Ten thousand dollars. Because he knows I don’t have that kind of cash, Justin Kapok said we’d be even as soon as I hand you over to him.”
Her stomach churned with a strong ache. Kapok was a known gangster in their wolf Clan. One time at a bar, he’d tried to convince her to hook up with him, and she’d said no. Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say to such an influential man. That night he made it clear that his goal was to find a powerful mate to help him climb the Clan ladder. Asshat. He bragged that his woman would be popping out pups one right after the other to increase the Clan’s population. She wasn’t against having a lot of kids—just not with him. For Justin, the concept of love seemed totally foreign to him.
“What possessed you to play poker with someone of that man’s calibre?” she asked, aching in so many places, especially in her heart.
“He asked me to play.” Fear for his life suddenly replaced the angry lines around his eyes and mouth.
She loomed over him again. “I’m twenty-four years old. Last time I looked, human trafficking was illegal.”
The dim light from the one lamp in the trailer’s living room flickered, casting a sickening yellow pall over the room. Spittle dripped down her father’s chin, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. He rose to his feet and teetered, and then tapped her chest hard. “You’re my daughter. I raised you; spent money on you. I can do whatever I want with you.”
He was delusional. “You need help. Serious help.”
Quicker than she thought possible, Bill Laramie grabbed her arm and shook her. Lexi had had enough of being manhandled. Stealing herself against the upcoming pain, she slugged him hard, and he folded like a weak collapsible chair. Damn, her hand hurt.
His head hit the stained carpet and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was out for the count. Good. Lara should feel guilty that she’d had to resort to violence against her father, but if she hadn’t defended herself, no telling what he might have done next. Probably tie her up and then call Justin to come get her, and she couldn’t let that happen.
“You shouldn’t have hit me,” she said to the unconscious man. In her mind and heart, the pitiful person on the floor no longer was her father. The man she remembered had been clean and funny. When he wasn’t out working one of his two jobs, he’d played with her and her brother when they were growing up. What a shame that man had left this earth long ago.
“I’m leaving, Dad. Don’t try to follow me. You’ll never find me.” It didn’t matter he couldn’t hear her; she needed to say it.
Blood had congealed on her cheek caused by the blow, but right now, she wasn’t worried. Her wolf would heal her soon. With a heavy heart, Lexi spun on her heels and ducked into her temporary room at the far end of the trailer. She’d been stupid to agree to move back into his filthy hole in the wall last month, but her father had been so convincing. He told her that with her help, he could clean up his act. What a crock. The man hadn’t even tried.
Lexi quickly packed her one bag. Less than five minutes later, she was out of there, not daring to look over her shoulder. Once outside, the cold Vermont air bit into her skin, but at least it convinced her she was still alive. It was close to midnight, and even though she had excellent shifter vision, she needed the moon’s light to guide her. Her vision was blurred from the sheen of tears.
Unfortunately, as soon as Lexi slid into her 2001 Toyota Camry and twisted the key to start the engine, she flooded it. “Come on, come on.”
After waiting a minute, Old Betty fired up and she took off. Lexi hadn’t reached the edge of Windwood, Vermont before it occurred to her that while her dad wasn’t savvy enough to find her if she charged down south, Justin Kapok was. Damn. Credit cards would leave a trail of her travel. That meant she’d need cash.
Slowing down, she fished her phone from her purse, and dialed her brother’s number. He answered on the second ring. “What’s up, sis. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Funny.” She didn’t need to remind Ronan that her temporary teaching job had ended in December, and she hadn’t found another position yet. “Look, I’m sorry to bug you, but I really need your help.”
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