Edlyn Reynolds and her alter ego are giving away an ebook! Part 2 of a 2 day event!
Part two of a two day event!!!
Meet Honor James and Edlyn Reynolds!
Today’s guest is the second half of the dynamic duo that occupies the same brain! Edlyn Reynolds is Honor James, and vice versa. They are two magnificent talents that somehow evolved in the same body. Okay, in all reality Honor came first and is publishing with Siren-Bookstrand, and Edlyn is just launching a new series with JK Publishing. So, lets get to know Edlyn better….
Is there anything you haven’t written that you would like to try some day? Why have you avoided it in the past?
Self Help books. Why? Because come on, with the hot mess that I am about half the time there is no way in the world that I could possibly give help to anyone. Sad but true.
Do you have any rituals, habits, or superstitions about your writing?
Not really. I guess it’s sort of a ritual, I have to have music or the TV playing, background noise mainly when I get into writing. Though, if I’m in a particularly heavy scene or one that’s difficult for me to write I have to have absolute silence as I ponder how to get my characters through it.
What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance?
Believable characters, whether they are human, aliens or something paranormal, they have to be humanized in a way the reader can relate. If you do not have good, real characters that the readers will buy into then your story is done for before it even begins. From there you need a story line that will catch attention, pull the reader along and refuse to let them go until you as the author are good and ready to let them. There also needs to be a connection between characters, something that is again totally plausible and yet relevant to the story line. Lastly, the characters have to have a flaw, nothing major but it has to be “real” for the reader to feel even more connection. Characters that are “perfect” need not apply to me as an author, we’re imperfect humans, why have perfect characters in a story?
What is your least favorite part of the writing process?
First round edits from my publisher. They always give me a small chill of terror when they come through and then having to open up the document and start to find all the little bubbles of issues and “this is unclear, please consider revamping for ease of reading”. Yeah, those just scare me.
What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?
I’m working on the rest of the Gods that are demanding that this mere mortal tell their tales and give them happily ever after. I also am working on a Ménage Cowboy story (yum!) and my own spin on childhood fairytales.
A trip of a lifetime, a journey to save herself led Ava to Greece. While looking through the ancient ruins there she realized a truth that so few truly grasp… That sometimes History isn’t always right, and what’s more, sometimes Myths are far more than just that. In possession of a Book that could end a Gods life she sees things that no other human could. She sees them. And of course being her, pisses one of them off.
The God of War. He’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy. He’s a God with an attitude, but worse, he’s a God that’s got zero sense of humor. Seeing Ava he is instantly fascinated by her, and pissed off beyond all reason the moment she opens her mouth. Too damn bad that mouth is so kissable.
Barely keeping himself from spanking Ava he leaves the young mortal to her own devices. Until a party. Dionysus is known for his lavish and over the top parties, as well as for forcing his brethren to attend and mingle with the mortals. Wouldn’t be such a bad gig, if Dion hadn’t invited the only mortal to make Ares blood heat.
Sparks fly but soon the God of War finds himself opening up to this little beauty an wanting more. That is until that Book was opened.
Now everything is in jeopardy. Will Ava get her happily ever after or will the God of War be a casualty in a War that he didn’t control?
“How long has it been since you’ve been here?” his brother asked.
“Too long to admit,” he said, watching the group of students following their teacher and a guide around the temple.
“If you look over here class you can see what some scholars believe to be the remains of a sacrificial table.” The instructor was pointing to a section of the rubble that had been partially cleared. The area was cordoned off by ropes to keep people from stepping on things they shouldn’t.
Apollo shot him a look then grinned, “Did you ever actually have any sacrifices from the people?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. It’s hard to remember but I don’t think so.” The instructor, the guide and the students couldn’t hear them. They were cloaked between realms. Not really there and yet, there. “My worshippers were all about war, blood and death of their enemies. Not so much with the virginal sacrifices. I won’t say it never happened, because that could well be a lie, but honestly not ringing any bells for me.”
Apollo gave a laugh as they both walked closer to the group. “I must admit, brother,” he tipped his head. “I’m ever so glad today’s fashions are not like they were a mere hundred years past.” He reached out and slid a finger over one girl’s bared belly. She gave a small shiver, not surprising, many humans were sensitive to things they couldn’t see or hear but existed.
“That’s because you’re a man-slut, Apollo,” Ares said.
“Come now, brother.” He gave a huge grin and gestured to the group. “Are you going to tell me you are not enjoying the titillating display of feminine flesh?”
“That would be a lie, brother, and I must say, that it is a bit old. Too many women believe they need to show all to gain affections. There are so few these days who know a hint is sometimes so much more intriguing than the full monty.”
“Oh, excellent movie reference, brother. I didn’t know you had it in you,” Apollo gave a laugh. “I will agree to disagree with you there though. I much prefer to see the wares before I purchase. I need to know just what I am getting.”
“Man-slut,” Ares coughed into his fist.
“Jealous much?” his brother gave a snort. “Really, brother of mine, you should do something about your apparent lack of female companionship. You’re becoming rather… Well, I hate to say this, but you really need to get laid. You’re much too uptight these days, brother.”
Ares threw him the finger, but his attention was on the instructor again.
“This is one of many statues of the God of War, or Ares, as you may better know him. There appear to be a few versions, most denoting a youthful appearance. He was often denoted as naked, wearing nothing but a helm and carrying a sword and shield, or a spear. He was also denoted as being fully armored. Some believe these statues,” the man gestured to the one before them, “were replacements for the originals. That when the Romans invaded and held Greece, they replaced them with ones created more in the appearance of their God, Mar, Ares’ Roman counterpart.”
The instructor turned to face the group. “There are also some scholars that believe this was not the original location for the temple. They believe the Romans actually moved it from its original place to this spot. There are markings on some stones that may give this theory some validity. There is also the fact archaeologists uncovered sites where bases for such temples were found, but no ruins.”
“Alright, well,” Apollo shifted from foot to foot next to him. “This is bloody boring as all get out. I’m going to go and see if I can’t find something a little more fun to do. Catch you later, brother.”
Ares didn’t reply and moments later, Apollo was gone. He continued to track the group. Listening in as the instructor, with the help of the guide, gave the class more information. Not so much about him or his temple in particular, but about the construction process. His brother had been right about one thing, the man was fairly boring in his teachings. He was passionate, but his topic wasn’t of any interest to him personally. Ares knew all about himself. He didn’t care about why or how the humans of the time had built his temple. They had and to his mind, that was the end of the story.
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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 out yesterdays post to learn more about Honor James, Edlyn’s alter ego and her brand new release with Siren Publishing!
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