Time for a quickie. Meet author Elodie Parkes and her newest release ... Candle Magic.
As a reader, I love the way you can escape and leave real life behind with a paranormal romance. As a writer, it’s the same principal. I can more or less have my paranormal characters do anything and be as fabulous as I want. They can do superhuman things or take on characteristics of powerful animals. It’s great.
What is your favorite thing about writing?
I have more than one I think that seeing my characters develop and take on lives, inventing the setting, where they live, and the landscape is thrilling. With my romance stories, it’s writing a happy ending for my lovers. I must have happy endings, because it seems to me that there are so few in real life. I guess I write to escape, just as I read to escape.
Hopes for the future ...
I don't want to talk about the hope for world peace and the eradication of disease and poverty. I don't want to talk about better treatment for animals and the environment. Naturally those hopes are always at the back of my mind.
As an author I hope to have the time to write the stories that crowd my mind presently, all clamoring to be written, but many unlikely to be written.
The dream is that time will, for once, be on my side.
I seem to have so little time for writing. My time is filled with the seemingly constant need to market my product. Time to write has become such a luxury it's almost a guilty pleasure. I've begun to think I'm doing something wrong that marketing takes up three quarters of any time I have left over from my day job. The amusing or sad fact is that most of my marketing is fruitless. Maybe I should just give it up in the face of the horrendous new statistics on the flooded publishing industry.
The sprinkle of magic for me will be that I retrieve the joy I had in writing a story, and simply enjoy it, rather than allow the pressure of marketing to send me running from writing.
The dream is that more of my stories will reach readers.
Ultimately what I write are love stories. They reflect my own hope and need for a HEA in life.
Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly …
I’m talking about Candle Magic today my latest release from Siren Publishing
I got the idea for this story very late at night as I shivered in a sudden downpour of rain on my way home from work. It was still summer at the time and although late, the sky was quite light. That happens in Britain where I live and often dawn comes in at around 3.30 a.m. How do I know this? I’m often still up writing or playing around with graphics for book covers. I’m lucky because my day job is in shifts so often I can grab a few hours’ sleep and still get to work on time.
My hero, Jason Chandler, doesn’t know what he is. Maybe an angel, or a spirit, he only knows he’s given assignments to fulfill by the enigmatic higher powers of the universe. This assignment is different, and when he finds himself materialize beside Simi, my heroine, he’s instantly hopeful that his lonely existence is about to change.
Although the action in Candle Magic starts on Christmas Eve this story can be read at any time. It’s full of love and magic.
Read a snippet from Candle Magic
Jason moved closer. He reached out and took a handful of her hair. He let it slip through his fingers. “So pretty and soft as silk.”
Simi leaned into his touch. She imagined his kiss. Time slowed for her as she openly stared at his lips. She must have been radiating need because he took her hand and stood, bringing her with him. Simi dreamily followed. They stopped under the mistletoe.
Jason took her face in his hands and kissed her.
The moment his lips touched hers, Simi’s stomach felt dissolved. The air charged with desire and Simi pressed against Jason, wrapping her arms around him. His kiss drained her of coherent thought. The gentle, sexy, pressure of his mouth sent pulses of desire right through her body. Her breath left her, but she couldn’t take her lips from his. She didn’t care about breathing. All she wanted was more of the languorous kiss and his hands gentle on her skin.
Jason broke the spell as he eased away from her mouth to look into her eyes.
“I so like mistletoe, don’t you?” He rested his forehead on hers.
Simi closed her eyes in pleasure. Her answer was a murmur. “Yes.” The need for another kiss drove her. She moved her nose against his, a little sound escaping her as she found his lips with hers. She moaned softly as he took over the kiss. She held him tight and returned his kiss hungrily.
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Elodie Parkes is a multi-published British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.