Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Body Magic by Poppy Dennison

Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: Body Magic
Author: Poppy Dennison
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: GLBT Paranormal
Release Date: September 10, 2012

What inspired the story?
Body Magic is the second book of the Triad trilogy. The trilogy was inspired by a conversation with a dear friend. He said he wished there was a gay paranormal with kids, and I thought “I could write that!” Enter Gray Townsend, alpha werewolf with a ten year old son. In this story, Gray and Simon have mated—breaking the tradition of keeping magical species separated. Now they must face the repercussions of breaking the rules—the Were Council has arrived to deal with their mating, and the mystery of the demon who kidnapped their cubs.

Simon and Garon walked down to the kitchen. Garon slumped down at the counter with a huge sigh. “I don’t want cereal.”
“Okay. What do you want?”
His little head popped up and a lock of his dark brown hair fell over his forehead. “You mean I don’t have to have cereal?”
“Not if you don’t want it. Why?”
“’Cause Dad only cooks on the grill. And he doesn’t exactly like mornings.”
Simon chuckled. “Well, let’s see what we can find. What are you in the mood for?”
“Waffles. With blueberry syrup. And whipped cream.”
“Okay.” Simon looked around the kitchen, wondering where to start looking for a waffle iron. Garon came around the counter and opened up the cabinet by the stove. He pulled out the appliance with a grin and handed it over. “Thanks. Now what else?”
“We need the mix stuff.” Garon pushed his hair aside and looked up at Simon expectantly.
“Right. And where would that be?”
Garon ran over to the pantry and grabbed a box from the shelf while Simon got the waffle iron plugged in and heated up. When he handed the mix over, Simon grinned. “Now a bowl.”
They shared a silly grin and Garon pointed to an upper cabinet. Simon opened it up and pulled a large bowl from the top shelf.
“We need that spray stuff too. Aunt Maggie says they’ll stick and make a mess if you don’t use it.”
“Well, let’s get the spray, then!”
“I’m on it!”
Simon read the directions on the mix and then dumped some in the bowl. He added water and stirred it up, thankful that this was one of the easy-to-make varieties.
Garon pulled the lid off the spray, and Simon opened the now hot waffle iron. He nodded for Garon to go ahead, and Garon doused the black plates with the nonstick spray. Simon poured some of the mix into the center of the checkered design and closed the top.
“Hey, Simon. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” Simon checked the time on the microwave and read the instructions for how long the waffle needed to cook.
“Um, are you and my dad, you know, like having sex and stuff?”

A sassy southern lady, Poppy Dennison developed an obsession with things that go bump in the night in her early years after a barn door flew off its hinges and nearly squashed her. Convinced it was a ghost trying to get her attention, she started looking for other strange and mysterious happenings around her. Not satisfied with what she found, Poppy has traveled to Greece, Malaysia and England to find inspiration for the burly bears and silver foxes that melt her butter. Her love of paranormal continues to flourish nearly thirty years later, and she writes steamy love stories about the very things that used to keep her up all night. If her childhood ghost is lucky, maybe one day she’ll give him his own happily ever after.

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