Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I love Paranormal Romance and devour them like candy. Naturally I write what I enjoy.
What inspired you to write this book?
I had the first of the series in my head for several years before I wrote it. While I was writing that book the entire series took shape.
Please tell us about your latest release.
Thomas is Anna’s oldest son and the head of Security for the Shifter king. You meet Anna as the heroine of book one. He meets Julia at the first annual shifter gathering and there is no going back.
Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?
No formula at all, they name themselves and often new characters pop up out of nowhere.
Was one of your characters more challenging to write than another?
I expected Stefan to be very funny since his brothers needed to give him a lot of payback. His story turned out to be very emotional and difficult to write but the readers seem to love it.
Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?
I always enjoy Etienne when he shows up in a story. J He is so proper and has such dry humor.
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 have a form I fill out as the information comes to me. Since my characters show up in each others books I need to keep track of the info.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
Here is the scene where Thomas see’s Julia for the first time.
Thomas returned to watching the party. It was dangerous to expose the king and queen to a multitude of possible attackers, no matter the location. And with a known threat existing against the royal family, the danger multiplied exponentially. The last thing he needed was a distraction, especially a female distraction, regardless of how beautiful and interesting she was.
Thomas had a well–earned reputation for sensing a threat. Whenever someone with criminal intentions was within a two–block radius of him, a frisson of awareness would make the back of his neck tingle and itch. It made it extremely uncomfortable to live in a city of any size. Even a nasty fight between spouses could set his gift off, but he was getting better at blocking the lower level threats. This useful but sometimes annoying gift was just one of many reasons why he had moved from Denver, Colorado to the bayou.
Thomas pulsed the crowd again. Over the years he had honed his gift or was it a curse, he wasn’t sure which, into a precision tool. With a little concentration, he could pinpoint the location of a person emitting a threat with unbelievable accuracy.
Rubbing his palm along the back of his neck, he attempted to ease the itch. There was a low–level threat within the crowd, but with the constant flow of bodies, and the almost imperceptible vibration, he couldn’t target the source. The distraction of the fascinating woman wasn’t helping either.
When he had described his strange ability to his grandfather, Isaac suggested perhaps he was sending out the equivalent of sonar waves once he sensed the threat thus allowing him to pinpoint it. An interesting concept, and one he’d explore further. But right now, hundreds of possible assassins milled around the estate.
Out of frustration, he tested the crowd again to see if the cause of his unease would present itself.
His personal distraction instantly raised her head and locked eyes with him.
Huh. That’s interesting.
No one else noticed the low pulse of energy he emitted, except her. He knew she felt it by her expression.
She held him spellbound with her gaze for a long minute. Startled, the breath rushed from his chest. She hadn’t touched him, heck, she was a good fifty yards away, for God’s sake, but he felt her palm on his cheek. With his lungs now completely devoid of air and chest constricted, he struggled to get another breath, the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded. His knees wobbled, and his lungs burned, reminding him to breathe. Worse yet, all the blood had rushed from his brain to lower regions. That was not helping him remain standing, not in the least.
He didn’t dare look away in case the sensation of her hand stopped. Or continued. He was uncertain which he wanted. This reaction was completely unexpected and absolutely against his character. With his heart racing, he remained frozen beneath her invisible touch. The Strange thing was, he had no idea what he was waiting for.
Thomas puzzled out the situation. She wasn’t a threat, at least not to his family. The worst she could do would be to rat him out about his gift. He felt like she’d bewitched him. And honestly, it annoyed him that she intrigued his curiosity and piqued his interest. He had no desire to have any woman peaking anything. Frowning in thought, he’d never met anyone who could feel the pulse when he emitted it. But now was not the time to examine that odd, new development.
He watched the golden-haired beauty continue to wade through the crowd. Try as he might, he couldn’t take his eyes from her. Swallowing hard, he was torn between wanting to drag her away from the crowd and running in the opposite direction. Absently he cupped his jaw. He still felt her touch there, branded to his skin, and he had no idea how she’d managed it.
Shaking his head to clear it, he got back to work. There was no room in his life for women. After watching his parents’ relationship, he realized that was not for him. Ever.
What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?
Toured Dude ranches in Texas. That was fun!
With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?
They are all stand alone. But that being said, the characters interact in many of the books and reading from book one is best.
Le Beau Series
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: April 10th 2015
Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 63838
Julia is happy with her place in the shifter community as the owner of the famous shifter bar, The Backwater. But the life she's created for herself isn't enough to satisfy her crazy-ass mother, Lucinda, who shops her and her sister, Krystal, around to the pure blood shifters like pieces of meat. Only a born shifter mate is good enough for her girls.
Thomas James has his hands full as the shifter king's head of security. He certainly wasn’t looking for a girlfriend during the first annual shifter gathering. He had the king and queen to protect, not skirts to chase.
A childhood of emotional and physical abuse by his birth father has left Thomas emotionally unavailable and uninterested in romantic relationships. His father Tim’s cruelty to his mother and brother molded him into an extremely protective person. No one messes with his loved ones without answering to him.
Even though Julia and Thomas are destined to be mates, the obstacles standing between them and their happily-ever-after seem insurmountable.
Lucinda insists Julia stay away from the filthy human.
Tim is trying to kill every one Thomas loves. The mysterious Benevolent Sovereign, who is trying to overthrow the throne, has sent swampers to attack Thomas and destroy Julia’s livelihood.
With family like theirs, who needs enemies? Will Julia and Thomas’s happiness be snuffed out before it has a chance to begin or will they forge through - obstacles be damned.
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It had been a busy shift at her bar The Backwater, and she was ready to relax in a bubble bath with a good romance novel.
Julia came through the front door of her home to a horrifying sight. Her beloved novels lay shredded and callously thrown in a pile. It must be her entire collection to create a mountain of pages and covers five feet high in her living room. Next to the carnage lay a note on a side table. The room smelled of anger, frustration, and her mother.
She was going to have to store her books in a safer place from now on. Huffing out an angry breath, she picked up the note.
You need to get your head out of the clouds and look for a mate. You won’t find him in one of these human books. I’ve had it with your lack of interest in settling down. Pick out a mate, or I will pick one for you.
“Pick one for me? She has completely lost touch with reality.”
Every shifter knew you couldn’t just pick any old mate; you had to find the one who held the other half of your soul. It was time for a private talk with her father. He needed to know how crazy she was acting.
Sighing, at almost two hundred, she was well past the age by which she hoped to be mated. Every year her mother had marched available men into her quaint little house like she was presenting the latest fashions, or worse, dragged her to them. Not a single one had been her other half. How exactly was she to blame for that?
Then she read the last sentence of the note.
You will attend the dance at your Uncle Isaac’s on Saturday. Perhaps this time you will find your mate.
She audibly groaned. She hated being sniffed by every single male who came within five feet of her. It made her feel dirty. The First thing she did after these setups was take a long, hot shower.
Julia thought back to the beginning of her ‘shame’, as her mother described it. She had gone to yet another event where she was set out like a prize to be won. When none of the men were a match, her parents informed her they were buying the Gator’s Tooth Bar and Grill, and she would be the full-time bartender. Their hopes were she would stumble upon her mate amongst the patrons and visitors. The first thing Julia had done was rename the bar The Backwater to spite her mother.
Has it really been twenty years?
“Oh well, I have six days before Isaac’s party; time enough to stock up on new books. And I’m not going to waste another second thinking about the party. Take that, Mother.”
At least her uncle’s party actually sounded fun. Her cousins would be there, and she could hang out with them while avoiding her mother.
The Day of the Gathering
Stretching, Julia considered what to do with her free day. The gathering didn’t begin until seven that evening, and since everyone was invited, The Backwater was closed for the day.
Grabbing her robe, she slipped on her bunny slippers and made a beeline to the coffee maker. Goddess, she loved her new programmable machine. No more waiting for the coffee to brew for this girl.
Steaming cup in hand, she grabbed one of her new romance novels. A friend had recommended it, saying the storyline and names sounded like her cousin, Cade, and his mate, Anna. She’d never read V.A. Dold before, but she hoped it would be as good as her friend said it was.
Not two chapters into the book and the last person she wanted to see walked through her door. Her mother. Lucinda took one look at the book and turned an interesting color of purplish red.
“Do you always barge into a person’s home without knocking?” Julia asked coolly.
“Where did you get that?”
“The coffee? From the pot in the kitchen.”
“You know very well I’m not talking about the coffee.”
“Well, if you’re referring to my NEW book, touch it and die. And if you think I’m kidding, try it.”
Lucinda was dumbstruck; Julia had never spoken to her like that before.
“Since I have a day of relaxation planned, why don’t you tell me why you’re here so I can get back to it?”
“I bought you a dress for the gathering. I was shopping for one for myself and saw this. It’s your favorite color, and I’m sure it will be stunning on you.” Lucinda held it out to Julia a little hesitantly.
Interesting. She’d never seen her mother unsure of herself.
I’m going to have to tell her off more often.
“I wasn’t planning on wearing a dress, but I’ll try it on later and see what I think of it.”
“Wonderful. We’ll pick you up at six thirty.”
“No. You won’t. I’m going by myself.”
“But you have to ride with the family.”
“Because that’s the way you travel to these gatherings. You arrive as a family pack.”
“Then I guess I’m starting a new tradition because I’m going by myself.”
Lucinda narrowed her eyes. She was so mad, Julia checked to see if steam was rising out of her ears. “You wait until I tell your father.”
“Go ahead. I’m still going by myself.”
Lucinda growled, spun on her heel, and slammed the door on her way out.
“Well,” Julia chuckled to herself, “that was pleasant.”
About the Author:
V.A. Dold Amazon best selling author of the Award winning Le Beau Brothers series.
Prior to becoming a full time writer, she was publicist to the authors, owning ARC Author & Reader Conventions. Still is.
Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter with her computer, her coffee mug and the Brothers, of course.
A Midwest native with her heart lost to Louisiana, she has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably taking in a movie, reading, or traveling.
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