Honor James and her alter ego are giving away an ebook! Part 1 of a 2 day event!
Part one of a two day event!!!
Meet Honor James and Edlyn Reynolds!
Today’s guest is one half of a dynamic duo that occupy the same brain! Honor James has a slew of best sellers with Siren Bookstrand, and today she’s brought us her newest book “Crowning Glory” to share. First, lets get to know Honor better….
What types of scenes are your favorite to write?
The final scene, the HEA of the book is the best and worst scene for me to write. The best because it means I’ve completed another book and the worst for the exact same reason.
Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?
3rd person definitely, I tried 1st person once and it felt mildly creepy to me so I stopped.
Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?
I haven’t been driving this writing bus since I started. I don’t even attempt to wrestle control back anymore. I do occasionally throw them ideas and either they throw them back or use them.
How do you know you’ve written a good book?
I’m never really sure. I always feel sure when I send it to my publisher but, even after it’s been out and the fans give me their feedback I always think about what else I could have done or added to make it great.
What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?
A can of Red Bull or Pepsi sitting on one side and my phone on the other.
Available for preorder now! http://www.bookstrand.com/crowning-glory
When you are the oldest of five brothers there are certain standards that you are held to no matter what. Don’t hit them (even if they really deserve it), set a good example, and keep them safe from all enemies. Lazlo Farkas has always lived by the rules his parents set out before them and tried to do his best by his family at all times. Thrust into a role of parent at too young an age, he had to keep them from all becoming the next victims of the Rebels and to ensure that all his brothers had the life their parents would have wanted. Never taking for himself, he has always given, but a man can only give so much before he wants something in return, and in her he finds it.
Brash, loud, authoritative, and just plain crazy, Desmonda Franco is attitude personified and proud of it. She has never been one to just lie down and take it. Dishing it out was always more her style. And then it happens she meets the man that can stand up to her and even put her in her place when needed. He’s strong, determined, and unbelievably sexy, and she just arrested his brother for murder. Not exactly how one expects to meet the man of her dreams, but it could have been worse…maybe.
Thrown together against their wills but with Fate giving each a strong push, these two have more than just a killer to worry about. They have whole society wanting his head on a silver platter. Together they must stay ahead of all those that are coming for them and find a little time for romance and love, too. Oh, to be King for a day…that may be all they get!
The song from Madagascar 2, “I like to move it”, was stuck in her mind and was a nightmare to try to think over and around the tune as she looked at the scene before her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Desmonda, or Demon as everyone called her, asked the rookie standing before her looking green and pasty. The crime scene behind her was a mess and a half, the rookie’s eyes already glazing over as he tried desperately not to stare.
“They are asking if you want each part to be put in a separate bag.” His body heaved. Throwing his hand over his mouth, he didn’t wait for her to excuse him as he ran past her, rushing for the safety of the trash cans lining the main street.
“Puke in a bag, don’t contaminate my scene!” She shouted at him and sighed, shaking her head. Rookies, you couldn’t live with them, and killing them was just too much trouble.
No, Demon wasn’t the ME but she was the highest ranking officer on the scene, which troubled her to no end. Walking over to the Detective on site she accepted the coffee he held out and looked down between the two narrow buildings and filthy alley. “You do know that you have a serial now, right?”
“Yeah, and it pisses me off,” the man said as he heaved a sigh, his large bulk shifting slightly from foot to foot.
“Why didn’t you call for a specialist earlier?” This was the question downtown. It wasn’t like they were in freaking New York City! Hello, her mind screamed to him, wake up and smell the Gouda, asshole.
“Because as a part of the Upper Ninth, we take care of our own,” he said pointedly.
“Yeah, smart, and because you take care of your own another woman died. You boys of the Upper Ninth are really brilliant. Remind me never to walk in the dark in your neck of the woods.” Yeah, she was a bitch, but she couldn’t stand incompetence, and that was what the jackass beside her was, incompetent.
Every fiber of her being had him pegged as a wife-beater who got off on making women squirm, just the way he tried to intimidate her told her that much. He was a jackass and she would bet a month’s salary that he had been out on mental medical more than once in his career and likely got off on shooting perps.
Moving away from him, she walked toward the ME who finally made it and tossed her coffee in the trash as she moved. She was the best there was, the best profiler ever at Quantico, and part of that was because she could usually sum people up with just a brief chat or look into their lives. Her profiling experience launched her into field work and since then she had moved up the ranks and was now lead in the Homicide Division of Quantico, a spot normally only held by a man.
She had gotten the tip about the murders through a snitch on the streets. After pulling the computer files without the Ninth knowing, she found she had a serial on their hands, one who not only killed in NYC, but Jersey as well. The man doing these killings was an enigma, and she fucking hated puzzles.
“Hey Bill, about time you showed up.” She had worked with Bill Chambers on more than one occasion, he was quiet and shy, but damn good at his job, too.
“They had me neck deep in paperwork and sent the rookie.” Said rookie who was now barfing in a plastic bag thrust into his hands by one of the EMTs. “Looks like I will be requesting another one, huh?” he asked and moved toward the body, well body pieces, as it was.
It was half an hour later, many photos taken of the scene before Bill was able to roll the torso part of the body. The torso still had one arm attached and it was under the chest and when Bill rolled it Demon saw what she needed. “Fuck me,” she growled and then said, “thanks for letting me hang, Bill, will you cc me in on your report?”
“Sure thing Demon.” He said as he continued to make verbal notes into the voice recorder.
Striding down the alley and toward the Lexus, she stripped off her gloves and paused at her trunk to peel off the booties over her heeled boots and slipped into the car. Later she would go and check on Harker, but for now she would leave it because Harker’s lover would ask her questions that she didn’t have answers for right now, she knew one thing for sure, she would never, never have a cop for a boyfriend, or even lover.
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To thank all of the readers out there, Honor/Edlyn is offering up an ebook from her backlist (readers choice)!
All you have to do is leave a comment with your email address to be entered in the drawing!
On Friday October 4 a winner will be selected!
Check back tomorrow to learn more about Edlyn Reynolds, Honor’s alter ego and her brand new release with JK Publishing!
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