It's my pleasure to welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Bianca Swan to my blog today - I met Bianca online several years ago and enjoyed watching her career grow. Can't wait to catch up, Bianca! Over to you...
1) What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent?
The worst thing was to deal with rejection. The best thing from my editor was that my manuscript needed little editing and she thought I could WRITE when the above-said editor/agent (the rejection one) told me that my characters needed motivation and that I had too many sex scenes in the novella. It’s erotic romance!
2) What is your typical day?
I wake up at 6:30 and drag myself through prep to go to work. I drink my coffee on the run and hit the office at 7:30 so that I can struggle with my baby fine yet rebellious hair until it’s time to put my nose to the grindstone. I come home too tired to write so I do the other things associated with publishing—like promote which is fun—then look forward to my weekend writing gig with maybe a nice dinner then a special male friend.
3) What do you read while in the midst of a project?
I don’t. Since I write what I like to read, I could be influenced, and lawsuits ‘RNOT me. J
4) What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?
I usually donate it to MD Anderson (I live in Houston) for the patients and caregivers who spend hours there.
5) Are you nervous about friends reading your book?
YES. I quaked in my boots when an attorney at work (male) bought my book. I wondered what he would think of the graphic language!
6) What things inspire you to write?
My inspiration comes from nowhere, anywhere. Music, art, film, but mostly from my quirky imagination.
7) Share your blurb and short excerpt from your latest release with us:
The fallen angels have again risen against the Light, and the Second War in Heaven is raging. Paimon, General of Hell, yearned for a lover with the beauty of an angel and created a demon the exact replica of a celestial. He presents his creation with a powerful sword and appoints him commander of the demon forces. If Salseph returns to Hell with the sword in victory, Paimon vows to end Seph's demeaning missions of seducing human women and destroying their lives. The promise is a double-edged blade. The demons under his control abhor Salseph as much as he reviles them.
In battle, the angel Ophiel disarms Salseph and humiliates the young demon. Seph vows revenge against his foe and strikes upon the perfect plan for vengeance. He will seduce the guardian angel's charge, Gloria Landry, and at the Battle of Armageddon present soiled goods to the arrogant Ophiel in exchange for the stolen sword. When he rescues Gloria from a violent storm, she believes Salseph is her guardian angel. On their journey to the apocalyptic war, Salseph and Gloria discover that lust can become the purest love and that a bad boy can be good.
The stench of Hell burned Salseph’s nostrils. Lost Souls¸ how he hated to return home. For all his trials on Earth, he preferred the human realm to this insufferable place. In the mortal plane, he could, with considerable effort and pain, divest himself of his wings, and feel as if he belonged—at least for a time.
Evolerzzal, a slimy glob of green flesh, grabbed Seph’s shoulder as he passed into the gloom of the Demon Realm. “Well, if it isn’t Salseph the Beautiful. What are you doing here amongst us humble creatures?” A clawed hand beckoned Charzzel, a demon of the Second Order. “Look who’s come home.”
Seph shrugged free, arched his wings. The dim, smoky light refracted on his feathers, and the movement immediately drew the attention of every demon in sight. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. He yearned to drive his fist into the grotesque face and take to the air, but it wasn’t Evolz’s fault the demons hated Seph. Paimon had insured that Salseph was an oddity, a freak. His appearance and the majestic wings set him apart from the others of his kind. Hell, there were no others of his kind. In all of Perdition, he was the only demon who looked like an angel. His face was handsome, his body lean and muscled—the body of a man, not a monstrosity—his blond hair thick and silky.
“I smell angel,” a low-ranking atrocity shouted, his high-pitched voice rasping on Seph’s nerves.
The demons stank of brimstone and ash. Salseph’s Creator had only missed one detail in replicating a celestial being. Like an angel, Seph possessed an individual, mysterious scent, the airy fragrance part of his allure. Unlike an angel, Salseph had no sigil. A sigil, the angel’s name in Malachim script, was branded in his palm at his creation. Paimon did not have the ability to bequeath a sigil to his demon son. The fallen angel had, however, created Seph with an irresistible sexual magnetism.
A disgustingly ugly brute bared his fangs. A laugh rumbled from the creature’s slavering maw. He stumbled into Seph, crushing one of the long white feathers trailing the ash-gray ground. “Hello, Salseph.” Two taloned fingers drifted down the feathered arch. “Wish I had pretty wings.”
Seph flinched from the malicious caress, folding his wings in a tighter arch. The creature chuckled, and anger ground Salseph’s good intentions to dust. When he landed, he’d planned to hurry to his cave, avoiding another senseless confrontation with his brethren. The fiends detested him as much as he abhorred them. It was an effort of will to resist a scathing retort.
“I think he’s hideous,” a demon in the shadows called. “Angels are our enemies. Every time I look at Paimon’s favorite, I want to draw sword.”
Jealousy and envy gleamed in Evolz’s yellow eyes. The demon reeked of the Pit. Sulfur wasn’t an enticing perfume. “Now, who would want to spit our lovely Salseph on a sword?”
“Let me pass.” Seph would have shouldered by Evolz, but touching the creature repulsed him.
“Coming home from another assignment?” Evolz smirked.
Seph refused to give the other demon the satisfaction of a reply. He was returning from another demeaning mission with his stomach in a knot and his heart bleeding for a poor human woman whose only sin was falling in love with him.
“Did you eat her baby or pump a little half-demon into her womb?” Evolz leered, his glob of a head tilted to the side, his hairy ears wagging.
“I don’t consume human flesh. Now, step aside.”
“Or you’ll do what? Report me to Paimon?”
Seph flared his wings, striking the demon and sweeping Evolerzzal into a stumbling retreat. “Sorry, Evolz.” He drove his wings down hard, rising straight into the sultry, close air. Voice dripping sarcasm, he said, “I forget how powerful I really am.”
He hovered above the gross blob, his condescending smile goading Evolz to react. The demon glared at him but said nothing, a quick comeback beyond his limited mental capacity. Why were they all so fiendish? One of the monsters tried to capture his ankle. Laughing, he flew higher and, still chuckling, soared toward home. The place I hide. He’d never thought of the dim stone cavern as home. His heart stuttered over a painful beat. He had no home and belonged nowhere.
8) What’s next for you?
I’m not sure yet. My Muse is vacationing in Belize, enjoying the sun, sand and sea. When she returns, we’ll begin our next venture, which I think will involve another extraordinary (paranormal) hero but not an angel or demon like Wings or Celestial Sin. Then again, maybe a sexy, svelte and intriguing hero like Damian in Hot Spanish Nights—a rejoneador and master horseman teaching a Virginia socialite how to ride!
Finish with details of where readers can find you – website, Facebook, Twitter etc
My web site is: http://www.biancaswan.com
The Wild Rose Press: Hot Spanish Nights - http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/wildcatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=87&products_id=792
Celestial Sin - http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/wildcatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=87&products_id=826