Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I’m a Libra/Scorpio and a mild over-achiever. My favorite color is orange, and I’m currently killing the guitar and the Arabic language all at the same time due to being overly talented. *cough* I have been in love with Fantasy since….OMW. Lord of the Rings? Or was it the Belgariad that happened first? I don’t remember, but they both happened at the same time. I’ve tried writing something that wasn’t fantasy based and it’s okay, but not great. LOL! It’s in my blood!
What inspired you to write this book?
My daughters. I wanted to show them that Mom and their Aunt PITA (SistaPITA) were little once too and they used to go out and fail all the time, sometimes, epically! So right before bed, I’d tell another Ol’Lukoe story, taking something that they didn’t do so well with, or something I kinda messed up, and I’d take us to Dreamland on a sparkling cloud of fairy dust, where we were safe with no worries and I’d mess it up even more. LOL! OMW! We would laaaaaaugh! Those were magical times.
I think there was a little crush between MissThink and our dustman, Luk. Yes. I think so. One night, she looked at me and said, “Momma, Lukoe needs a wife who loves him.” And The Dustman was born! LOL!
Please tell us about your latest release.
The Dustman is a love story and a “believe in hope” story. LOL! The dustmen are disappearing because dreamers are starting to forget about them. Luk has been on the hit list for awhile now, but he’s been hiding out in the real world.
Meg is a struggling single mother who is failing at just about everything imaginable. It’s not because she’s not capable, but because she allowed reality to creep a little too far into her heart, turning off hope and dreams.
Meg needs Luk to help her save her family and Luk needs Meg to help him remain among in Dreamland. Together with her kids, her Aunt Jo, and entire town of Paonia, they work together to try and save Dreamland.
Do you have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop as you write?
I take them to lunch! We talk and talk and talk! It’s funny because apparently I make faces during our internal conversation, and I write down what they mention. That leaves a little mystery for me to figure out as I’m writing the book, but enough for me to get started with.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
My favorite scene is definitely when Luk takes her to Dreamland for the first time in several years. The excerpt is below:
SHE woke to find herself eyeball to…well, not even close to eyeball with a dragon.
The huge, clear, black orb was as wide around as she was tall. The thick, blue-scaled eyelid blinked he pushed his head away, the dreamtime sun gliding off his metallic skin to bring hues of blue, purple and green over his large and muscled body.
“Telfgar?” Meg asked, taking a step back in surprise. When had he gotten so big?
His beaked, equine head seemed to go forever into the pale, blue sky as he rose on his powerful haunches, his short clawed arms pawing the air as huge opalescent black wings beat the air, blocking the view around her and sending the wind to pummel her.
She looked around, trying to find a place to hide. Had he turned feral?
His beaked mouth turned up as he lowered himself back to the ground, his weight resting on his short arms and long, powerful haunches. His long, spiked tail swung out, narrowly missing the multitude of boulders and rocks sitting around his home near the peak of Rocky-Faced Mountain.
She dodged him and a few rocks, eyeing him warily. Why was he so quiet?
As Telfgar settled his head again to the ground, he expelled a sigh that hit Meg like a hurricane wind. She resettled herself and stared at her old friend in what could only be described as shock.
Telfgar chuckled, the boulders around him shaking slightly with his body. He settled his monstrous wings along his back and tipped his head, burying half his eye in dirt.
Do you write in different genres? Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?
I do, though they’re all fantasy based. I find it a relief and a challenge to write in all these genres. I honestly think I’d be bored if I didn’t.
Urban Fantasy Adult Romance
Young Adult Urban Fantasy
New Adult Steampunk
I love each one of them! I don’t think I could pick a favorite.
What can readers expect next from you?
Well, next month, you’ll be seeing my paranormal thriller, Demons Are Jackasses, which is being published through TLT Publishing! I’m very excited. Next will be my new adult steampunk, The Hands of Tarot, and then later this year there will be The Nightmare, book 2 of the Dreamland Stories. We’ll get a deeper look into Nightmare Keme’s life as he works with Mechanic Harley to save the Nightmare Realm from a deadly glitter virus that’s killing the nightmares off in droves!
Where can readers find you on the web?
Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?
He looked at her, his eyes flaring, icy blue lights shooting from his eyes.
“How is it you’re here?”
She took a step back. “What do you mean?”
“You exist. How?”
She frowned at him, her nose flaring. “was born.”
He took one step toward her, his mouth set in determination. “So was I a long time ago.”
“Things happened, Luk. I had to grow up. I couldn’t—” She looked at the refrigerator case in frustration. “I couldn’t pretend anymore.”
“Am I pretend?” he growled, taking a step toward her.
She looked up and blinked. She was surrounded by the warmth of his body as he crowded her space.
His eyes, consuming and raw, sucked her breath away.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
Like the unborn wrath of a tiger unleashed, he grabbed her waist and head, crushing her against him. His teeth ravished her lips, demanding them to open. His hands dug into her hair, pulling it loose in unruly waves.
She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. This man, this solid and real man, made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She opened her mouth to him, pushing herself onto the balls of her feet to deepen the kiss. She ran her tongue along his, gasping as his teeth gripped it, raking it.
She molded her body into his.
He growled, pulling his lips from hers. His head against hers, he pushed her toward the glass door of the refrigerator case, pushing her back and up.
She cried out, her eyes opening in surprise. “Luk,” she said breathlessly, caressing his face with soft, needy hands. “My Luk.”
He growled again, deeper, claiming her, the intensity of his gaze, telling her without words she was his.
She looked into his eyes and met his lips halfway.
With a hungry, forceful sigh, he melted into her body.
They both felt the heat of the kiss, so different than the first. This was primal. This was about claiming. This was about territory.
This was about power.
They closed their eyes, letting the emotions rack their bodies as they rocked against each other. The heat built inside them, their bodies touching.
Her head came up as she sucked in air at the same moment the milk jugs in the case behind them exploded with a loud, multi-shot pop.
They looked at each other, the spell broken but the result still apparent.
Turning, she looked in surprise and amazement at the milk-painted case.
His face was bright red.
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A Dreamland Story
Available: April 3, 2012
Dustmen are useless.
Meg has two kids, one of which is hell bent to land himself in jail. She’s about to lose her house, her home, her ability to support her children. Her aunt tells her to publish the story of her childhood friend, her dustman, her Luk.
Dreamland is empty.
He’s watching his world shrink, his friends blinking out of existence. Children no longer call for him. He’s watched his fellow dustmen disappear while their lands are eaten by a ferocious void.
There is no cure.
About the Author:
SM Blooding lives in Colorado with her pet rock, Rockie, their new addition, Mr. Bird, who’s a real bird. She likes to hike the beautiful Rocky Mountains, and is learning to play the piano and guitar. Currently, she’s trying to MURDER them both. Friends call her Frankie.
She’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US Government assassins. Yes. She has stories.
She’s also an investigator with a local paranormal investigation group, Colorado Paranormal Rescue!
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