What inspired your
story?
Honestly? Seneca Lynch. He's a vampire, and the newest
addition to the Shades Below cast. His character really drove what happened in
this book.
Is the setting to
your story important?
Absolutely! Take The
Devil's Disease - or any of the Shades Below books - out of San Francisco,
and there would be no Shades Below series. They city is a character in its own
right.
When did you first
consider yourself a “writer”?
I'll let you know what I start considering myself a
"writer".
What were your goals
as an author and have any of them come true?
My goals as an author were to write books people looked
forward to reading, and to make a living at doing so. Part One has come true.
Part Two is a work-in-progress, but progress is steady.
What genres do you
normally write in?
When I first started out, I wrote in romantic suspense. Over
the past year, I've shifted my focus to urban fantasy and paranormal romance.
Is there a genre you
haven’t written in that one day you’d like to tackle?
Historical mystery. I've got this great idea for a series...
What was the craziest
thing you’ve ever done when it came to a storyline in your book?
So far, "sexually fluid vampires" takes the cake.
Shades Below
Book Two
L.J.K. Oliva
Genre: urban fantasy
Date of Publication: March 31, 2016
Word Count: 93,338
Cover Artist: Amy Mateyka
Book Description:
In the city by the Bay, things are about to get bloody...
Psychic medium Lena Alan always sticks to what she knows, and what she knows are dead people. When her brother Cyrus agrees to look into a troubling incident for local vampire Seneca Lynch, Lena finds herself in unfamiliar territory.
One thing is clear: she needs a detective, and there's only one she trusts.
Private investigator Jesper MacMillian is ready to get back to business. Between his duties as leader of the city's Romani community and the stack of unfinished paperwork on his desk, he doesn't have time to think about ghosts, witches, or Lena Alan. After nearly a month of no contact, he's starting to think she's forgotten about him...until she waltzes through his office door and hands him a new case.
Still reeling from his last encounter with the subversive world, MacMillian is tempted to turn it down. But this is Lena, and he can't bring himself to tell her no. He soon finds himself drawn even deeper into the shadows, into a part of the demimonde where folklore is real and nightmares are born.
This time, there are more than just ghosts walking the streets of San Francisco.
Excerpt #2
By the looks of things,
the rest of the party was winding down.
People poured into the front garden, everyone from fishnet-clad goths to
silk-swathed Victorian ladies. MacMillian
moved off the path to let one motley group pass.
He shook his head. "Bet you anything half those people are
going to work in an office tomorrow."
Lynch stood beside him
and watched as still more people emerged from the house. "I need to tell you something. Kasey Chaplin, the young lady Lena
communicated with; there's something about her you should know."
MacMillian looked at
him. "What is it?"
Lynch's eyes locked on a
raven-haired woman in a corset.
"She was a black swan."
MacMillian blinked. "You mean like Stella?"
A smirk dusted Lynch's
lips. "I've met very few people
like Stella." His face grew serious.
"I knew Ms. Chaplin. She was
part of my circle. She'd been here for
blood drives. She was actually a very
lovely girl."
MacMillian snorted. "A lovely girl who hung out with
vampires." He remembered himself too late, winced. "Sorry."
"Say what you will
about us, Mr. MacMillian, but every human you saw tonight was here of their own
free will." Lynch watched the people still trickling past. "They seek us out. They flock to us in droves. Do you know why?"
MacMillian didn't speak.
"Because we give
them something." Lynch turned back to him.
"They give us their blood, and in return, we give them a place to
belong. We give them an identity. You'd be surprised how many humans have never
had either of those before."
MacMillian shook his
head. "I'm sorry, but I don't see
people with an identity. I see people
playing dress-up, so desperate to belong they'll believe anything you tell them." He tightened his jaw. "They have no clue what's really going
on."
"And now you
do." Lynch shifted. "You may
be right. It is in our best interests to
facilitate certain...fantasies. But really,
isn't that what identity is? The stories
we tell others, the names we call ourselves?"
MacMillian didn't have an
answer to that. He gripped his cane a
little tighter. "And what about
you? What do you call yourself,
Lynch?"
Lynch smiled into the darkness.
"Why, my dear detective. I
am a monste
About the Author:
L.J.K Oliva is the devil-may-care alter-ego of noir romance novelist Laura Oliva. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. L.J.K. likes monsters... and knows the darkest ones don't live in closets.
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Hey, Roxanne! Thanks so much for the interview and the spotlight. Enjoy the rest of your week! :-)
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