Please welcome multi-published and fellow Total-E-Bound author RJ Scott to Pick a Genre Already...
What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?
The entire Narnia series…I loved those… and Lord Of The Rings… I never really got into The Hobbit but I fell in love with Sam and Aragorn at the age of twelve.
Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?
Oh wow, this is difficult. Fan fiction got me into MM… and the first I ever read was YEARS ago by the wonderful Meredith Russell in her fanfiction days…
Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)
I do believe in love at first sight, tempered with learning more about the person. I fell in love with my husband over the phone… we had a blind date and have been married twenty years…ROFL
Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about? Mine is over using the word ‘harshly’.
Simply… *hides from Erika and Tina my editors*
Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?
Writers block is real… I have had days when the stories don’t work. Sometimes I will stare and stare and nothing happens… A walk always helps or if you are a lazy ass like me, then binge watching Criminal Minds helped… he he
Nora Roberts said something once. About writers block that is. She said something like, you're a writer, write, it's a business… that's kinda true.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
In the countryside in a house surrounded by land in England. I couldn’t leave the place I love the most.
If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?
Can I bring two? Jack and Riley from Texas… I could set up a seating area just outside their barn and we could all watch… ROFL
When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?
Either is fine. I don’t have a preference.
If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?
I couldn’t… I just… couldn’t…
What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?
Taken a shortcut home whilst drunk and climbing over barbed wire on Ministry Of Defence land on a local Air Force base…. I was eighteen… don’t judge me… ROFL
Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.
Hmmm… Killi from the new Hobbit film… dressed as a Hobbit… yum yum
What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?
I love chatting to fans on my Facebook. It is the most immediate connection I have and I enjoy it so much.
Favourite movie?
The Empire Strikes Back.
Dream Vacation?
Beautiful cottage in the hills with a garden and near old castles and standing stones… with my family…
Dream Car?
Has to be a Ferrari I guess (otherwise hubby would kill me!)
Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?
Mint Choc Chip
What can readers look forward to next?
Tomorrow (11 March) I have the second in my Ellery Mountain book out at TEB – The Teacher and the Soldier and also Moments, which is also with TEB and is a re-release of one of my first books with awesome new cover art.
Book one in the End Street Detective Agency Series
The very thought of paranormals is enough to drive Private Investigator Sam Enderson mad, but add in his attraction to a vampire, and his world is turned upside down.
Sam Enderson is a human detective who finds himself working for paranormal creatures, despite his resolve to stick with humans only.
Bob is a vampire and turns up on Sam's doorstep to rent a room. Sparks fly, and Sam is attracted to the vampire in spite of himself.
Soon after Sam is cursed by a witch, two cases land on his desk. Dealing with werewolves, annoying ghosts and a grumpy gargoyle is bad enough. But somehow, in amongst all of this chaos, he has to find a lost fae and a missing shifter child.
Excerpt From: The Case of the Cupid Curse
Sam Enderson stood outside his building and smiled with pride. The fresh sign painted on the door in crisp black letters read 'End Street Detective Agency'. Examining the overall effect, he nodded in satisfaction. This move to becoming a private investigator was as far from being a timid bookseller as he could get. No one would walk all over someone who investigated crimes for a living.
Three months of correspondence school and a shiny new multi-weapon licence had given his confidence a much-needed boost. After the hellish past year, in which he’d found his boyfriend in bed with his now ex-best friend, followed by the death of his favourite uncle, Sam was ready for a new start in life.
Uncle Hanson. Just thinking about him made Sam feel sad. He had fond memories of visiting his uncle at work. The man had always liked Sam. He evidently had carried that affection into Sam’s adult life. After all, he had left Sam an entire building in his will, the building Sam now stood in front of. An office with accommodations over the top, it was worth quite a bit of money despite its proximity to an undesirable area.
"You should sell," his friend Oscar had said. Oscar had had no love for Uncle Hanson. In a sniffy tone, he’d often consigned Hanson to the idiot pile and called him ‘odd’.
"I don’t want to sell," Sam had protested.
"What are you going to do with it?" Oscar had asked.
"Open up my own agency."
Oscar still wasn’t speaking to him, even now, three months later.
Sam sighed at the memory then mentally pushed it all to one side to admire his property. The lower half consisted of a business office and reception area, with the upper two floors divided into four apartments.
Three were empty but his uncle had filled the fourth one with notes from his own investigative practice. That room was high on his list of things to sort out, but he first needed to concentrate on renting out one of the empty apartments.
Sam may have inherited the house, but it hadn’t exactly come with a burgeoning bank account to match. Forty years of being a detective and all Hanson had had to show for it was this building, a small bank account and a room full of papers. Sam was determined to be different. He even had a five-year plan in place. Sam didn’t doubt for one minute that he knew exactly why his uncle had had little money to speak of.
Uncle Hanson had done too much pro bono work for them.
Filing cabinets and boxes overflowed with notes from years of being a private detective. A lot of those papers included cases involving aspects of the paranormal, things Sam thought better left alone. Sam didn’t have a drop of supernatural blood in his entire body and he didn’t plan on associating with those who did. It hadn’t exactly worked out for his uncle.
Paranormals had their place. Hell, they owned half the city. Vampires and werewolves, witches, fae and pixies—they all had their own parishes. Neighbourhoods where they lived amongst their own kind. Like enjoyed living with like, and, although they often mixed and matched, no one in Sam’s family had ever crossed the romantic boundary between the magical and the not.
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The very thought of paranormals is enough to drive Private Investigator Sam Enderson mad, but add in his attraction to a vampire, and his world is turned upside down.
Sam Enderson is a human detective who finds himself working for paranormal creatures, despite his resolve to stick with humans only.
Bob is a vampire and turns up on Sam's doorstep to rent a room. Sparks fly, and Sam is attracted to the vampire in spite of himself.
Soon after Sam is cursed by a witch, two cases land on his desk. Dealing with werewolves, annoying ghosts and a grumpy gargoyle is bad enough. But somehow, in amongst all of this chaos, he has to find a lost fae and a missing shifter child.
Excerpt From: The Case of the Cupid Curse
Three months of correspondence school and a shiny new multi-weapon licence had given his confidence a much-needed boost. After the hellish past year, in which he’d found his boyfriend in bed with his now ex-best friend, followed by the death of his favourite uncle, Sam was ready for a new start in life.
Uncle Hanson. Just thinking about him made Sam feel sad. He had fond memories of visiting his uncle at work. The man had always liked Sam. He evidently had carried that affection into Sam’s adult life. After all, he had left Sam an entire building in his will, the building Sam now stood in front of. An office with accommodations over the top, it was worth quite a bit of money despite its proximity to an undesirable area.
"You should sell," his friend Oscar had said. Oscar had had no love for Uncle Hanson. In a sniffy tone, he’d often consigned Hanson to the idiot pile and called him ‘odd’.
"I don’t want to sell," Sam had protested.
"What are you going to do with it?" Oscar had asked.
"Open up my own agency."
Oscar still wasn’t speaking to him, even now, three months later.
Sam sighed at the memory then mentally pushed it all to one side to admire his property. The lower half consisted of a business office and reception area, with the upper two floors divided into four apartments.
Three were empty but his uncle had filled the fourth one with notes from his own investigative practice. That room was high on his list of things to sort out, but he first needed to concentrate on renting out one of the empty apartments.
Sam may have inherited the house, but it hadn’t exactly come with a burgeoning bank account to match. Forty years of being a detective and all Hanson had had to show for it was this building, a small bank account and a room full of papers. Sam was determined to be different. He even had a five-year plan in place. Sam didn’t doubt for one minute that he knew exactly why his uncle had had little money to speak of.
Uncle Hanson had done too much pro bono work for them.
Filing cabinets and boxes overflowed with notes from years of being a private detective. A lot of those papers included cases involving aspects of the paranormal, things Sam thought better left alone. Sam didn’t have a drop of supernatural blood in his entire body and he didn’t plan on associating with those who did. It hadn’t exactly worked out for his uncle.
Paranormals had their place. Hell, they owned half the city. Vampires and werewolves, witches, fae and pixies—they all had their own parishes. Neighbourhoods where they lived amongst their own kind. Like enjoyed living with like, and, although they often mixed and matched, no one in Sam’s family had ever crossed the romantic boundary between the magical and the not.
Sam didn’t count his second cousin Christa, who had taken up with a blood demon. There was a bad seed in every batch.
The Case of the Cupid Curse sounds like a really intriguing story, I can't wait to read it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Noelle... people seem to like it which is kind of cool... :)
DeleteI agree with Noelle, it does sound intriguing. I love the cover.
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Donna
Thanks Donna... Hugs Rj X
DeleteThank you for having me HK XXX
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