Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Confederate Moon by Kayelle McClive

Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: Confederate Moon
Author: Kayelle McClive
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: Feb 12, 2013

Do you write in more than one genre?
I do. I also write contemporary romance. I find that I lean toward the paranormal side just a wee bit more because I love that I can give characters powers that can enhance them as well as the story.

What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?
Writing! LOL
I find it very hard to get started. I get these great ideas, I have the characters, the plot but I can’t *start.* My husband will tell you I am the worlds worst procrastinator. I always think that what I’m writing isn’t that good and I need to plan more or research more. Once I finally get to writing, I can churn out a lot of words per day but getting to that point is the hard part for me.

What inspired the story?
My husband and I do wedding photography and we were shooting a wedding at the Farnsley/Mormen Landing in Louisiville, KY. It was built around 1837 and the original owners had slaves that worked on the farm. My husband was reading some of the information that hung on the walls where the reception was being held. He walked over to me and said. “What would happen if the South won the Civil War because the vampires helped them to win and came out to the world?” That simple question was the spark that turned into this novel. I did 2 years of research before I actually wrote. Much of that research isn’t even in the book but I had to know the world, I had to know the history before I changed it into my own world.

In an alternate world where the South wins the War of Aggression (Civil War), Bryne Williams struggles to keep her small bar afloat, not knowing that she is a powerful mage who has powers that Vampires and Werewolves would do anything to control. When sexy, charismatic werewolf Nolan Shea shows up in her bar, she knows nothing will ever be the same. She can’t take her mind off of him, but after he tells her he bought the debt to her bar, she isn’t sure what he wants with her. As Nolan becomes more a part of her life and her feelings for him begin to grow and develop she questions him and his motives as well as those around her. Can he protect her from those who want the power for themselves, or will she find herself in the middle of a werewolf vampire war?

“Look at your neck and tell me you can decide who to trust or not. God damnit!” he growled, slamming his hand into the steering wheel before he ran it over his face.
I looked into the mirror and noticed the two small wounds in my neck—a vampire bite. I looked over at him, then at the wounds, touching them. They hurt, they were fresh, and the blood that remained on my fingers was proof of that.
“What the hell is going on, Nolan? I just met you last night and you’re ordering me around like a child. Who are you? Why did you buy the bar, huh? You’re not telling me everything I need to know.” I could feel it then, that he was hiding something from me.
He turned to look at me. “Promise me, Bryne that you will not go to her or try and find out about your family, at least not from her.”
“Why would I promise you anything?”
“Because I’m asking you to!” he yelled, but there was a growl in it. It wasn’t a sound that could be mistaken for anything else. It didn’t scare me as much as it made me angry. I folded my arms across my chest and turned to look out the window. It wasn’t that he made me angry; it was the gut reaction of wanting to obey him. I wanted to do what he told me, and I had no clue why. It was the same feeling as when he’d told me to get into the truck.
“Fine, Whatever,” I muttered. I wanted to get to my place and away from Nolan. Whatever dreams I’d had about him last night were totally ruined. To be honest, there was a part of me that found it kind of cool that he was being all wolfy with me. I mean I barely knew the guy so Estellan must be really bad news for him to be so adamant about me staying away from her.
Neither of us spoke the rest of the ride back. The only sounds were those of the truck on the road and the storm that raged overhead.
The minute Nolan put the truck into park, I threw the door open and headed for the front door. I had nothing to say to him right then, and the farther I was from him the better. I fumbled with the keys that hung around my wrist, trying to find the right one as the rain soaked me. I heard the door slam and knew he was right behind me.
“Bryne, stop!” he said as he grabbed the keys from my hand. I hated his damn wolf fast reflexy…whatever it was!
“Give me the keys. I promised I would stay away from her, now leave me alone.”
“I need to explain,” he said right before thunder shook the ground as it rolled through the sky.
“Explain what? That you said you owned me?” I yelled back at him. I took a step forward, pointing a finger at him. “You don’t own me, you got that? You bought the bar debt. You didn’t buy me. I’m not a whore. I’m not your slave, and you can’t treat me like a child.” I jabbed my finger into his chest. “So back the fuck off, mister!” I didn’t care that I was getting wet or that I was arguing with a werewolf on the sidewalk in front of my bar. A very gorgeous, sexy werewolf who’d just carried me over his shoulder out of a vampire’s house.
The next thing I knew his hands were on my face and he was kissing me. Dear God could he kiss! If I thought the dream I’d had the night before was amazing, this put it to shame. The real thing was way better than a dream. His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue pushed into my mouth making my knees weak.
Kissing him back was instinct and without a thought I grabbed the belt loops of his jeans, holding on as we kissed. I didn’t care that we were standing there in heavy rain, or that the winds had picked up around us. All I cared about was the feel of his lips on mine, and his tongue swirling against my own. The connection I’d felt the night before returned, the heat from him filled me up, wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I wanted to stay there forever. I gripped his belt loops tighter, wanting to hold onto him as long as I could.
He pulled back from me quickly and stared down at me, water running down his face, dripping from his beard. “You need to get inside and get dry. I’ll be by later this afternoon with the paperwork.”
And without another word he pushed my keys into my hand and left me standing there, lips still swollen and throbbing, my body instantly cold.

Where can we find your website?

Confederate Moon won Third Place in the Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight Contest in 2012

I reside in Southern Indiana with my husband Rick, 4 of my 5 kiddos, an adopted daughter and 1 grandchild. I am a self- proclaimed fan-girl, a hockey fan and music lover.  I love talking to readers and fans and encourage and welcome emails!!

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