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In the Spotlight: Amy J. Hawthorn

by on August 16, 2013

In the Spotlight: Amy J. Hawthorn

New Release: Azrael’s Light

Amy J HawthornAzrael longs for a vacation that’s over two hundred years late. Overworked and heartsick, he’s desperate for peace and solitude.

Diane, a former goddess, wants nothing to do with the immortal world or its inhabitants. She’s living on Earth, posing as a bartender and couldn’t be more content. That is, until a tall, dark, and dangerous Soul Runner storms in and turns her world upside down.

Azrael’s confused by a beautiful little barmaid who appears to be human, but something’s not quite right. He doesn’t know which frustrates him more, the fact that he doesn’t know who or what she is or that she’s pulling at his heartstrings with her stubborn chin and the sexiest set of eyes he’s ever seen.

But it might not matter when they are called on to prevent the collapse of Unearth and find Lucifer’s lost daughter. Coming from opposite realms with opposing needs, will the two immortals find more than they bargained for?

The Biz:

How many books do you currently have published?

I have two books published, Azrael’s Light and Dillon’s Gift (under A.J. Hawthorn)

What is the next book you have releasing?

Hopefully my secret project. I’m getting ready to submit it now, so keep your fingers crossed for me.

I love secrets! You’ll have to come back to tell us about it soon!

What book are you writing right now?

The second book in the Unearth series. It’s Cyril and Calysta’s story.

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

No question, keeping my focus and not getting distracted by the internet. The internet is my kryptonite, but even without it I can get lost in my own head, forgetting that I’m supposed to be typing.

Advice for aspiring and new writers?

Don’t give up. You have to finish your story to the very end. There’s no story without the ending. Another thing that helped me was taking workshops about craft and writing skills. At least I think they helped me improve my writing, they helped me get published, anyways.

Who did you dedicate your first book to?

A group of friends I met on the internet about five years ago. They were my first “book friends”. I didn’t know how much I needed them until I found them.

Do you have any rituals for Book Release Day?

Not yet. A lot of this is still very new to me. I’m surprised each time I sell a book, lol.

What author are you dying to meet? OR What author have you met that you had a fan girl/guy moment?

Thanks to a couple of those “book friends,” I’ve been to quite a few singings and a couple of big conventions. I think my two favorite fan girl moments were with Sherrilyn Kenyon and Lara Adrian. Both times I was the shygirl and they were so very nice and despite the long line took the time to really talk to me.  


The Random:

What was the last movie you went to see?

I saw Monsters University with my daughter and nephew. I probably enjoyed it as much as they did.

What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now?

Nalini Singh on audiobook, lol. Writing has taken away from my reading time so I listen while I do other things. When I do listen to music I usually go with hard rock and metal.

Favorite place to curl up with a good book?

Anywhere outside when the weather is nice. I’m waiting on pins and needles for fall weather to arrive.


The Good Stuff:

If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be?

My Computer. It goes everywhere with me, except the bathroom and grocery store.

It’s amazing how important that little bugger becomes isn’t it?

What feature on the opposite sex attracts you the most?

I have a thing for long, thick muscled legs encased in well worn jeans. Love them.

What actor/actress would you be willing to run away from your life for?

Karl Urban or Dwayne Johnson. I think it’s their attitudes and the confident way they carry themselves that does it for me.

If you had a warning label, what would it say?

“Appears sweet and shy until you get to know her, then she won’t shutup.”

Now that we know all of the nitty gritty about Amy, let’s look closer at her new book!

Oh damn, this was bad. What was Azrael, a Runner, doing in her club? If he thought he was going take hers or any of her patrons’ lives with him, he was going to be seriously disappointed. The club may only be a microscopic pinpoint in the universe, but it was hers alone. She dared anyone to cause trouble in her home.

As a Soul Runner, it was Azrael’s duty to escort souls of the dead to their final resting place, making his visible presence even more disturbing. Yes, he spent much of his time on Earth, but he never had time to frequent human establishments. Everyone knew that as the world’s population grew, so had the time it required for him to do his job. He was in constant travel between Heaven, the different levels of Hell, Purgatory, and many of the other religions’ domains. His presence here in her club was more than likely not a social call.

He stood there looking every bit the part of an avenging angel. Six and a half feet tall with unbelievably broad shoulders and a curtain of raven-dark hair that fell to his waist. The red-tipped ends flirted with his trim waist and thick, muscular thighs. Dressed in black leather pants, shit-kicker boots, and leather trench coat, he looked like the very definition of decadence.

The only feature more arresting than his jaw-dropping physique was his face. A sharply sloped jawline, pale, arching cheekbones, and the most delicious set of lips she’d ever seen acted like a siren’s song with their dangerous lure. With their subtle glow, his striking eyes reminded her of the finest burgundy wine.

His stiff, no-nonsense posture barked “stay out of my way or you’ll be flattened.” She forced herself to pretend ignorance of who and what he was and face him head-on. She reminded herself he was in her territory now.

“What’s your pleasure? Beer? Whiskey? You name it, I have it.” She could see the lights of his eyes wavering between her mouth and her breasts. It figured. Whether she was on Earth or in Unearth, all males had the same thing on their minds.

“No. I’m here looking for a girl.”

She couldn’t help but arch one eyebrow at his statement and pointedly look at the myriad of half-naked women filling the club.

“Ha-ha. No, I’m looking for a runaway rumored to frequent here. She looks about eighteen, is about five and a half feet tall, has black and purple hair, and facial piercings. Have you seen her?”

Shocked, angry rage boiled in her veins as realization dawned. The bastard was searching for her niece. There was no doubt in her mind at all. What did he want with her? He couldn’t be here for her soul, could he? How did she find out the reason why without letting him know who she was? She’d help him find Alia over her dead body.

“We have a very strict policy forbidding entry of minors into the club. ID’s are ruthlessly checked and re-checked. If she’s a minor, you won’t find her here. Is she yours? Do you have a picture?” There were no pictures of Lucifer’s daughter. Luc would have a fit of epic proportions. He may be a fierce bastard on even the best of days, but he was still a loving and doting father. Alia was a daddy’s girl through and through. Love for his only daughter knew no limits.

“No, no I don’t have a picture. I’m helping a frie—” He gagged. “A friend look for her daughter. Are you sure you haven’t seen anyone who fits the description?” She restrained a victorious fist-pump when he’d choked on the word “friend.” Maybe her sister was hard at work trouble-making again? Probably. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had been suckered into cleaning up one of her messes.

The only other possible option would mean Alia was marked for death. Until she knew what was happening, there was no way she was pointing Azrael in Alia’s direction. It was time to send him on his way, and out of her club.

“I already said I don’t cater to minors, ever. I have other customers waiting. Do you want a drink or not?”

“She’s actually much older than she looks and is not as innocent as she appears. My friend is really worried about her.”

She pointedly looked at the exit doors of the club and not so politely repeated herself. “Do you want a drink or not?”

He gave her a silent glare capable of making full-grown battle-demons shake in their hooves. Even if he wasn’t fooled by her refusal to cooperate, she refused to back down. He wasn’t going anywhere near Alia until she knew what was going on.

His soft-looking lips firmed into a hard line. His arched brows flattened, and if possible, he stood even straighter as he glared down. That was just too bad for Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. This was her territory and she planned to keep it that way.

Oh, hell no! What was it Alia had said about a Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome? Be nice to him, she would love him? Either her niece was mistaken or she’d gone crazy. There was no way she’d fall in love with a Runner, let alone the head Soul Runner!

Catch up on everything Amy has going on via her website: or via Facebook and Twitter!

Thanks Amy for visiting!

As always readers Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori


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