Today I'm so happy to host an incredible author who is winning prizes all over the place for her novels - Skyla Dawn Cameron. And since Skyla's not one to mince her words (ahem) I think you're really going to like this one.
First, though, here are Skyla's contacts:
- Skyla Dawn Cameron Author, Artist, Editor: www.SkylaDawnCameron.com
- New series website: www.ZaraLain.com
- Mundania Press LLC: www.mundania. com
Sue: Write five things most people wouldn't know about you just by reading your blogs/social media presence.
Skyla: I try to be as honest as possible online, so I can’t say there are too many things people don’t know about me (other than my shoe size, which is US 11.5, by the way). But here we go...
1. The biggest thing is probably that I am incredibly, painfully...shy. I’m that girl at the party who doesn’t know anyone and sits in the corner, sipping her beer, smiling politely as people attempt to talk to her but ultimately give up in favour of finding someone more interesting. Someone once suggested I was naturally a social butterfly because I do well networking online—AHAHAHAHA no. Talking to boys terrifies me. Asking strangers for directions? I’d rather end up lost. And I tried, once, to go out for a girl’s night, and vowed to never leave my house ever again.
2. I have a mild auditory processing disorder. This means that if you call me, I have to focus very, very hard on every word you’re saying, or I won’t understand you. I hear fine but information going from my ears to my brain seems to take the scenic route. I’m better if I’m face to face with someone, and I whip through communication when it’s purely visual (email, IM, etc). But auditory is hard for me.
3. I used to read YA romances when I was about ten/eleven years old. No, not romantic suspense. Not paranormal romance. Plain old contemporary young adult romance from Silhouette. I...am still not entirely sure why because even then I liked books where someone got violently killed early on, but I flew through those. Then I went on to V.C. Andrews, except my sixth grade teacher wouldn’t let me bring them to class.
4. I do housework wearing a spangly bellydance hip scarf. I don’t think this one needs explanation.
5. I have a huge, nearly complete collection of Buffy the Vampire Slayer cards from the collectible card game. They only made cards for the first three seasons before discontinuing them several years ago. I have about 97% of the few hundred cards produced and of the dozens and dozens of games I played against people, I only lost once. Yes, I am that big of a nerd.
Sue: Choose two characters from your own book/books (Mundania/Awe-Struck published - obviously) and write five things about them that readers may not know from reading the novels (you can choose five things each or five things between them if you like).
Skyla : Oh, let’s go for the two favourites, shall we? Three for each.
Zara Lain (Bloodlines, Hunter):
1. She makes a joke in the book about how she was the original Beatrix Kiddo with fangs instead of a katana, and you’d think Kill Bill would be a favourite film. It’s not. She saw it exactly once and the ending made her cry, so she refuses to watch it again. (She may kill me for telling you this.)
2. She has a girl-crush on Olivia Benson from Law & Order:
SVU (so do I,
3. She’s a cat person. She can’t have one as her apartment is often in danger of being blown up, but of the many charities she donates to, one is a cat rescue group. She’s visited a few times...like, late at night.
Nate O’Connor (Bloodlines)
1. He’s not entirely over his wife’s death. Of course, he thinks he is...
2. He’s allergic to shellfish. This factors in to a horrible incident from his abusive childhood, which I will not recount.
3. He knows how his mother really died (or suspects).
About the Author: Award-winning author Skyla Dawn Cameron has been writing approximately forever. Her early storytelling days were spent acting out strange horror/fairy tales with the help of her many dolls, and little has changed except that she now keeps those stories on paper. She signed her first book contract at age twenty-one for River, a unique werewolf tale, which was released to critical and reader praise alike and won her the 2007 EPPIE Award for Best Fantasy. She now has multiple series on the go to keep her busy, which is great for her attention deficit disorder.
Skyla lives in
Ontario where she dabbles in art, is an avid gamer, and watches
Buffy reruns. She’s naturally brunette, occasionally a redhead, and will
probably go blonde again soon. If she ever becomes a grown-up, she wants to run
her own pub, as well as become world dictator. You can visit her on the web at
www.skyladawncameron.com, on Twitter at www.twitter.com/skyladawn or on
Facebook at www.facebook.com/skyladawncameron.
After three hundred years of unlife, vampire Zara Lain has seemingly done it all, and she's now making a living as a successful thief-turned-assassin. Her newest assignment seems simple enough—kill the aging leader of the O'Connor Coven and his only heir, and she'll have another ten million in the bank.
But in the dangerous world of the supernatural, few things are ever "simple."
When a massive assault decimates the continent's population of powerful witches and warlocks, and its orchestrator has vampires being hunted down and captured, Zara realizes the tables have turned and now she'll be playing the hero. Forced to join with a smart-mouthed fellow vampire, a demonologist who's also a fan of hers, a recently widowed—and frequently brooding—warlock, and her best friend's mom, Zara's grudgingly willing to do what she can to save the day.
If only people would stop ruining all her outfits.
Sometimes natural predators need to be kept in check, and for that, there's Ryann David. Orphaned as an infant and raised by an exiled branch of the church to become a warrior for God, she and her fellow members of Venatores Daemonum have trained all their lives with only one purpose: destroy all demons in the mortal realm.
But when Ryann and her team are sent to hunt down a vampire who has killed one of their own, a new world of danger, betrayal, and conspiracy greets her. Allied with an irreverent psychic detective and the very monsters she was raised to kill, Ryann will risk everything—her life, her faith, and her heart—in pursuit of the truth as the black and white existence she knew turns a murky shade of gray.
Home sweet home.
I left Nate in the car while I got out and checked the parking garage. Sure enough, I found another sigil on a support beam in the same waxy white. He must’ve scraped it on with...a white grease pencil or something? Maybe? The hell if I knew. It came off with the scratch of my thumbnail; I smudged a line right through it. Huh. Well, he’d probably redraw it.
“This doesn’t look like Heaven’s,” a muffled voice came from the car.
I strolled back, leaned on the car by the passenger side with my elbow on the roof. “Nope. We’ll go tomorrow. She’ll flip if she hears we got attacked and possibly led people back to her anyway. Plus there was no way I’d carry you into her place.”
The door eased open and Nate climbed out. “Please tell me you got the vampire killing book. I think I need it.”
I smacked him. Not hard, but I hit his still healing gunshot wound.
He gave a grunt and glared at me; I took the lead and headed toward the elevator. ’Least he was probably too tapped out to throw a...
“Hey.” I spun to face him, walking backward with a skip to my step. “So the fireball thing—can witches really do that? I asked Mish once and she wouldn’t tell me.”
“I prefer lightning.”
My feet stopped so quickly I nearly tripped over them. “Seriously?”
He brushed past me. “No.”
I hauled up the elevator door. “That’s the trouble with you guys.”
He followed me into the elevator and moments later we were rumbling up to my floor. “What is?”
“No sense of drama. At least I wear a cool coat and jump from buildings. Have scary fangs that pop out. Paint myself in the blood of my victims. People would actually go to see a movie based on me ’cause it’d be flashy and awesome. I impress people.”
Lips parted, brows pulled together in confusion, he turned to look at me like I’d sprouted another head. “I removed us from this dimension’s timeline and teleported us outside. How is that not impressive?”
“Right—and no one saw it. I didn’t even see it and I was fucking there. So who does a witch impress? More witches. The lot of you are too subtle. No wonder covens are so inbred—no one else wants anything to do with you.”
The elevator shuddered to a halt. Muscles screamed a little as I thrust up the heavy industrial door—I’d pulled something at some point that night. Or maybe I was still sore from the teleporting. If that was the case, though, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell him.
“Have you gone suicidal? Are you looking to be staked now, or attempting to irritate me to death?”
“Keeping you annoyed enough so that you don’t pass out before you get in the shower. I’d love to undress you, though would prefer you be awake at the time. I can play naughty nurse with the best of them, but caregiver to the helpless is so not my style.”
Nate stepped into my bathroom, flipped on the light, and threw over his shoulder, “
The door closed behind him.