Saturday, April 23, 2011

A-Z Challenge T = The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood

Carol, congratulations on your publication success, you must be over the moon. 

I’ve been walking on air since the email came on March 7th, saying Evernight wanted to publish The Last Soul!

Everybody's raving about this great new book so needless to say I've been to her Amazon page and "liked" her. LOL - now when Carolyn's a best-selling author, she won't kick me in the gutter!
She's come along today to be "victimized", poor girl. So feel free to ask her any questions and she'll answer them.
By the way if you want to buy the book, either go to Amazon (and don't forget her author's page so you can "like" her), or from the publisher: Evernight Publishing. Click below to read all about her:

Sue: You’re a very prolific writer. How many “works in progress” are in the pipe-line just now?

    Carol: Hunted, the sequel to The Last Soul, is nearly complete. It’s another paranormal romance novella featuring a demon and a fallen angel as hero and heroine.

    Crossing the Dark Moon is a full-length paranormal/fantasy romance that takes place in an alternate universe.

    After I finish those, I have an idea for a paranormal series. I also have a contemporary and a time-travel that are calling me at least once a week.

    Sue: I think 2011 is a very good year for you. Do you have more publications due?

      Carol: Etopia Press has offered a contract for my contemporary romance, Haunted Heart. I have a tentative release date of July 1st. Please check my website at for updates.

      Sue: You’re an enthusiastic member of the RWA. Can you tell us the advantages of belonging to this organization?

        Carol: The RWA exists to promote the romance genre. One of the greatest advantages is networking with other romance authors in the US and around the world. There are local chapters in every US state, as well as a number of online chapters. Each year at the National Conference there’s the opportunity to network with authors, editors, agents and publishers, as well as over 100 workshops.

        Sue: How do you discipline yourself to write every day?

          Carol: I love to do it! On days I can’t write I feel empty, like something is missing.

          Sue: There are many writers out there hoping for a chance to get published. What advice would you give them?

            Carol: Learn your craft. Study the industry and your genre. Surround yourself with like-minded people, both in your real life and online. Join a professional organization like the RWA. Be persistent, patient and realistic.

            Sue: What inspired The Last Soul and how long did it take you to write?

            Carol: This story grew out of a challenge thread on Litopia.  My editor, Emma Shortt, challenged full members to write something outside their normal genre, then challenged them to expand the story. We started emailing about mine, and The Last Soul was born. It took approximately six weeks to write.

            Six weeks? Sheesh.

            Here are some more useful links that Carol recommends:

            And here's some Easter Saturday reading for you! Enjoy.

             Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.
                        It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.
                        Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.
                        She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.
                        As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.
                        Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.
                        “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”
                        Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.
                        “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”
                        Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.
                        She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.
                        He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.
                        “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”
                        “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”
                        The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”
                        He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his airline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”
                        “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.
                        “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”
                        “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”
                        “Do you want me to leave?”
                        He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.
                        The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.
                        Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?
                        “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.
            She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”
            “Please don’t leave, Faina.”

            Some more links that Carol recommends:

            Thanks so much, Carolyn Rosewood, for being here today.


            1. Great interview! I love discovering authors and will look for Carolyn's book(s). I especially liked her advice for aspiring authors. Good stuff!

            2. Wow, congrats Carolyn!! I love seeing writers succeed and have such a positive and sweet attitude. Awesome.

            3. Oh goodness. Quite a cover on this one! It made me look around to see if anyone saw me seeing it.

              Susan, Thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment.

              Have a great day:)


            4. Nice to meet you Susan. Carol, your stories sound fascinating. I loved the excerpt.
              N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.

            5. Hi Nicole, thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy the book! :)

            6. Lindsay, thank you so much for your kind words! :)

            7. Yes, Lucy, that is quite a cover! LOL! The talented Dara England designed that.

            8. Just dropping by and saying I book marked and will come back to it. Blog hopping is hectic today, long posts. Thank you so much.

            9. Hi Sue
              Thanks for your visit today. Thanks also for a great interview, and thanks, Carol, for the frank and inspiring replies and helpful links :-)

            10. She's a great person and I'm about to read the book - so I'll let you know!
              Thanks for commenting

            11. You're welcome Writing Pad! :)

            12. Super interview, thanks for the intro. Hi Carolyn. I'm going to check out the book now...

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            13. How wonderful! Kudos, Carolyn. And, many more publications in your future!

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            14. Thanks Langley and Sharlene - I've started the book already (fans herself)!

            15. Hi Langley, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy it! :)

            16. ah, how do you expect us to think about souls with such flawless sinful bodies on the book cover? :))

            17. LOL Dezmond! Dara England designed that. Didn't she do an amazing job?


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