As we welcome the new year, Ann Gimpel returns as my guest with a theme hot enough to burn out the remaining minutes of 2015. Be sure to check out her new release, Marked by Fortune.
Thought
a bit of hot, smoky romance would be perfect to usher out the old year.
Romance
and shifters.
I
didn’t start out writing romance. Nope. My first love was writing science
fiction and fantasy. But you know what? After a while I noticed no matter where
my story was set: modern world, high fantasy world, or a twisted science
fiction dystopia, romantic elements always crept in. It was a natural
progression to have the romance be the story, so I’ve written a bunch of pure
romances now, too. All of them have paranormal elements, but they have HEAs or
HFNs, too.
Who
would have guessed how satisfying it would be to write romance endings? They’re
even more fun to write than they are to read. For one thing, the characters are
content. Any writer will tell you satisfied characters are way more malleable
than unhappy ones. Characters in romance books get what they want: the love of
their life. No one is worried how they’ll get along with one another six months
or a year down the road.
So
where do shifters fit? I love alpha males. There, I said it. They’re archetypal
and harken back to when we females wanted the hottest, strongest guy in the
clan to father our children. If the alpha is question is a shifter, it ratchets
up the hotness factor tenfold because it makes the hero stronger, faster, and
way more sexual than a human could possibly be.
So
far, I’ve written wolf and mountain cat shifters. Wolves were a natural. I live
with three hybrids, so I understand how they think. Mountain cats entered the
mix because they’re elegant, beautiful, and powerful. I’ve written dragon
shifters too, and an eagle shifter just showed up in one of my series books.
What
was the last shifter story you just couldn’t put down? Who are your favorite shifter
heroes or heroines? I certainly have a few. Tell you what. You show me yours
and I’ll share mine right back.
Marked
by Fortune
Ann
Gimpel
Dream Shadow Press
95K words
Release Date: 11/10/15
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Tumble into a dystopian world where
magic rules and hope is hard to find.
Book Description:
Magic
levies a steep price on anyone brave enough or stupid enough to dabble in it.
Wizards never forgave Ned for not
being one of them. They didn’t exactly come out and say his life was
expendable, but they didn’t have to. He figured it out fast enough when they
conscripted him into their long-running war the second he was old enough to
fight. Isolated, different, he puzzled out how his brand of magic worked on his
own. When he’s finally, finally sent on a solo mission, he vows to make the
most of every single moment of freedom.
Fleeing the tide of doom wiping out
humanity, Amanda and her family escape to a remote corner of California, where
they eke out a hardscrabble existence. With her parents at each other’s throats
and her brother mysteriously gone, Amanda runs up against malevolent power
beyond her wildest imaginings. Captured by the undead, she’s about to join
their ranks when Ned shows up.
Attraction ignites—hot, urgent,
delicious—but celibacy may well be the price of Ned’s magic, and he can’t risk
his power. Or can he? Even though he stands to lose everything, Ned doesn’t
hesitate after Tantalus—one of the insidiously beautiful dark gods—kidnaps
Amanda. Defying a direct order from his wizard battle lord, he goes after the
woman he loves. Even if she can’t ever be his, he’ll be damned if he’ll leave
her to the dark god’s whims.
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Excerpt:
Ned crouched amid
the remains of what was once downtown Sacramento, using a convenient,
partly-decimated building as cover. The rest of his unit hid in close
proximity—at least he hoped they did. A low, whistling noise ratcheted his
heart into hyper drive. Enemy magic. Maintaining his crouch, he spun, searching
the late afternoon gloom for clues. Not quite sure what tipped him off, he
leapt out of the way just before a concrete block exploded, showering him with
debris.
“Whew! Way too
close.” The words tore out of him before he could stop them.
He drew his lips
into a disgusted snarl and wondered for the thousandth time how he, a human
mage, ever got mixed up with the wizards’ war.
Because the
bastards didn’t give me a choice.
Sweat trickled
down his forehead. His leather headband caught some of it, but a few drops fell
into his eyes. They stung like hell, and he shook his head to disperse the salty
liquid. The beginnings of a headache throbbed behind one temple.
“Landarik.” Ned
focused his commander’s name into his mouthpiece. “Where are you?”
“Right behind
you.” A voice dripped sarcasm into Ned’s ear.
“Son of a bitch.”
Ned whipped
around. Landarik stood so close, Ned’s braids slapped against the wizard’s
helmet. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Ned sputtered through clenched teeth. “I
hate when you sneak up on me. Especially when it could’ve been one of them.
You’re lucky I didn’t blast you.”
“Like your puny
human magic would’ve made a dent. Cut the shit. What do you want?”
Speaking through
the slit in his bronzed helmet, Landarik looked like a robot. Only his blond
braids, with debris tangled in them, ruined the automaton image. He must’ve
noticed Ned’s stare because Landarik gathered his ratty braids and tossed them
over his shoulders.
“I’m beat. Request
permission to return to the caves.”
“Mage or no,”
Landarik grunted, “you humans are more work than you’re worth. I have no fucking idea what the goddess had
up her sleeve when she created those like you.”
“Fine. Neither do
I. Now can I go?”
“I release you—but
only because you’re more worthless than usual. Return no later than first
light.” Whistling sounded again. Without apparent thought or effort, Landarik
raised a hand. A bolt of power flew from his fingertips and vaporized a small
building a hundred yards away.
“How can you know
so…precisely?” Ned sputtered.
Landarik tipped
the visor of his helmet up. Extraordinary blue eyes shot darts at Ned, and the
sharp-boned features characteristic of the wizard race twisted in irritation.
“I’ve told you and told you,” he lectured in a patronizing voice that grated on
Ned’s nerves. “Hold your inner parts still, human. If you managed yourself
better, you’d hear where the enemy is hiding.” He snorted. “Sometimes I find it
difficult to fathom how you’re still alive.”
“You and me both,”
Ned mumbled.
Sketching a
rectangular portal in the hot, dusty air, he jumped through into the Ways,
picturing the wizards’ caves as he did so. Wizards developed the Ways thousands
of years ago so they could travel to distant locations. Their harmonics were so
well matched to galactic magnetics, they remained fully functional despite
minimal maintenance.
As he sped through
the dimension carrying him to a few hours of safety, Ned’s empty stomach
clenched in anger. It wasn’t fair for Landarik to expect him to know everything
the vetted wizard warriors did. Most of them were hundreds—if not thousands—of
years old, while he was a mere…well, something. Young, anyway. In truth, he
wasn’t precisely sure of his age. Wizards lived so long they didn’t bother
keeping those types of records.
Ned didn’t know if
it was fortune, or her opposite, but he’d drawn his first breath in a wizard
stronghold. He had little memory of his first few years, but around the time he
turned five, one of the wizards—the acolyte master, Karras—took notice of the
little human who carted power after him the same way other youngsters dragged
beloved toys.
The discovery he held
magic within him turned out to be a two-edged sword. His mother was a normal
human, and the wizards kicked her out of their stronghold after she refused to
divulge his father’s name. Ned offered her points for courage. If she’d given
up his father’s name, the wizards would’ve hunted him down and probably killed
him—for having the temerity to be intimate with one of their servants.
Once his mother
was out of the way, his lessons in mage craft took off like a shot and never
really stopped, but catching up with the wizards proved impossible,
particularly since they reminded him about his inferiority on a regular basis.
Things may well
have gone differently had his teachers been other human mages. Perhaps they
would’ve been more sensitive to his skills—and less critical of his efforts.
Come to think of it, maybe their teaching style would’ve suited his magic far
better. It took several years, but Ned finally figured out that his gifts
manifested quite differently than the wizards’. He fought off a wave of bitterness
and severed his line of thought. Surely other human mages existed—his father,
for example—but he’d never met one in the flesh.
He sent magic
spiraling outward to make certain he was still on course. Infernals might try
to sabotage the Ways, despite maintaining their own traveling portals. “They’d
have to get in here, first,” Ned said, talking to himself. “It wouldn’t be
easy.”
The Ways required
special spells and an affinity established by one of the wizards. Without those
things, they’d refuse to open. Ned wished he knew more about other races, like
humans for instance. Or elves. All his history lessons had focused solely on
wizards, which made sense because everyone else in his classes was one. He’d
felt quite the misfit. Worse, wizards weren’t fond of humans and rarely missed
an opportunity to pound the point home.
The deceleration
presaging his arrival began, tugging at his midsection. Ned summoned magic to
call up a portal. It formed slowly because he was so tapped out. How long since
his last rest? He did some quick calculations and came up with sixty-five
hours. Wizard physiology was different. They could last five or six days on the
battlefield without a break. No matter how hard he tried, Ned had never managed
much more than three. Even then, the last hours turned into such a struggle,
they were hardly worth it. Ned set his teeth in a grim line. Like he’d told
Landarik, he was surprised he was still alive too.
His portal glowed.
Warm and inviting, it radiated a soft blue light, the color of many of his
workings. Ned peeled the door back and jumped through, so dead on his feet his
eyes were half-shut.
The minute he
stepped into the flickering, magic-driven torchlight of the sloppily excavated
cave the wizards used as a re-supply station, Ned knew something was wrong. He
felt the subtle presence of something malevolent in the air currents moving
through their subterranean quarters. He didn’t close off the portal—just in
case. Sibilant swishing from deep in the shadows dragged a last bit of adrenaline
into his bloodstream. He felt sick, jittery, but at least he was wide-awake
again.
A horny snout came
into view, accompanied by a hissing shriek as the thing raced out of the
darkness right at him. Running on nerves and instinct, Ned didn’t stop to examine
his adversary. The thing intended to kill him. He jumped backward—body
surprisingly nimble given his exhaustion—and sealed off his portal before he
resurrected the spell that had carried him from the battlefield. Because the
Ways required a destination, he visualized Sacramento. He could always correct
his course en route.
What in the nine
hells was in the cave?
Ned cleared his
mind. He examined the feel of the wrongness. He didn’t sense Infernals. Not
exactly. No, it was more like one of the trogs: a cross between trolls and
warthogs. Infernals kept them for pets. It was a safe bet if a trog were in the
entry hall of the wizards’ cave, its masters weren’t far distant.
Ned shuddered.
He’d fought trogs more than once in this war. Their highly poisonous bite could
kill on contact if it hit a key spot. His Comparative Zoology instructor at the
wizard stronghold in the Carpathian Alps had taught him about genetic
catastrophes developed in the Infernals’ labs. Trogs were only one of the
perverted creatures born from those unnatural experiments. Closing his eyes,
Ned visualized the wall chart with trogs, wargs, the undead…
Why bother?
Can’t change any
of it.
Where can I go?
Not back to the battle. I’d be worth about as much as a drowned dragon.
He needed to pick
a destination, and fast, so he could grab a couple hours of badly needed sleep.
Sacramento wouldn’t do it, even if he skirted the worst of the fighting. The
large urban areas weren’t any worse than anywhere else, but he’d need to stay
sharp to avoid danger. Right now, he wasn’t.
Ned racked his
mind, calling up the geography of California. He’d almost decided to head for
the Sierra Nevada Mountains—a place Karras took him years ago—when he rethought
things. No matter how much he wanted to retreat somewhere safe, he needed to
let Landarik know about the breach in their cave. With a great deal of
reluctance, he linked what was left of his magic to the frequency of the Ways,
and reiterated his command for them to take him back to Sacramento.
Ned didn’t like
the wizards any more than they cared about him, but they were the only family
he’d ever known. Despite all the times he’d wished Landarik would die a slow,
painful death, he did value the concept of duty. Ned shook his head to jar
himself into a more wakeful state. Thinking pain might rouse him, he bit his
lower lip until he tasted blood, but it didn’t help much.
He still felt like
one of the undead.…
About
the Author:
Ann Gimpel is a national
bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing
speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared
in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from
urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients,
now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality.
When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with
her camera. She’s published over 30 books to date, with several more planned
for 2015 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf
hybrids round out her family.
Find Ann At:
@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)
2 comments:
Hi Marsha,
Again, many thanks for hosting me two days back to back. I hope the year to come brings your heart's desires to fruition. Hugs!
Ann, I'm always glad to have you visit with me here. Have a wonderful new year!
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