Author Interview: Renegade by Sharonlee Holder

Title: Renegade
Author: Sharonlee Holder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Changing Tides Publishing
Publication Date: May 28th, 2018
Blurb:
In the ongoing war between the Fates and the resistance, Colin Murphy, bastard son of Hades finds himself caught between his loyalty to Eros and a past intent on destroying him.
Pursued by Persephone’s bounty hunters with a pissed-off daemon to contend with, there is one thing that Murphy knows for sure – Hailey, the human he now shares his mind and body with, is the innocent in all of it. She is a firefly flickering in the darkness of his black existence and he will do anything to protect her light.
Groomed to be a socialite with a conscience and with her future mapped out for her, nothing could have prepared Hailey for the rude ending to life as she knew it. Or, for that matter, the impact of living in such close, intimate confines with a forsaken son of hell. He’s powerful, dangerous and her only hope of escaping the dark forces after her.
Boundaries will be tested, loyalties questioned, and hearts pushed to the limits in this action-packed paranormal romance that continues the epic Blood of the Custodians saga by Sharonlee Holder.
  


1. What types of books do you enjoy in your downtime?

These days, I don’t get a lot of time to read but when I do its’ usually along the lines of JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood (The woman is a freaking PNR legend!), Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunters, Jessie Donovan’s Stonefire and Lochguard dragons, Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters (I’ve only just started reading her).

On my TBR list: Gena Showalter’s, Lords of The Underworld.

Currently reading: New-to-me author Amanda Hocking’s, The Heart and The Blade.


2. What sort of research did you do to write this book?
Oh my. What research didn’t I do? LOL.

Seriously though, aside from the usual fact checking with regards to the doings and the screwings of the Greek gods, writing Renegade took me down pathways that three years ago I never would have imagined I would go. And I loved every darn minute of it.

A few of the topics covered:

* How long does it take to dig a grave by hand?
Answer: Far longer than I thought it would and way longer than the character had time to waste ;)
* The Kempton Park hospital - a creepy abandoned hospital 12km down the road from me that holds the dubious honour of being one of the top ten haunted places in South Africa. I had so much fun putting my own BoTC spin on that whole affair. Spoiler alert: BOOM! Mwahaha.
* Crucifixion – An awfully barbaric way to die if you’re mortal. A heinous torture if you’re an immortal.
* Coma awareness - A subject so fascinating that I fell down a rabbit hole and only emerged hours later.
* Special forces - in the form of tactical extraction teams that had me wanting to re-watch S.W.A.T. starring the delicious Colin Farrell.
* Night vision goggles and hand grenades
* Sign language - This is something I’ve always wanted to learn and is firmly on my To Do list. What a lovely dance of hands <3
* The Chicago Bean - to double check my memory. Having had the opportunity to visit the Windy City, I was thrilled to no end to be able to draw on my wintery experience there. I even got to include a quaint little house that I encountered just off Millennium Mile.

3. What are you working on now? Any chance of a sequel?
Oh, very definitely! Book 3, tentatively entitled Resonance is already on the go. I have, however, set it aside for just a teensy bit to put together the first in a series of short story/novellas set in the BoTC world that will weave in and out of the main books bridging them together. More than that I can’t tell you, but I do hope you’re all going to enjoy the bite sized fun while I’m working on Resonance.

4. What started you on the path to writing for a living?
To be perfectly honest, it never occurred to me that I might be able to make a living out of the stuff that goes on in my head.

However, I have always loved to tell stories - whether that was making up bedtime stories for my girls as they were growing up or the ten years having fun online with a bunch of folk from around the world writing collaborative fan fiction set in Anne MacCaffrey’s world of dragonriders. The need to write and explore the human condition has always fascinated me.

5. How did you break into the publishing world?
MAGIC!!

Kidding.

It goes more like this:

Four years of participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) hammering away at the same Terrible-Awful-No-Good book. Ended when a close friend and fellow writer challenged me to set it aside, start a new project and participate in the April Camp Nano of 2016.

I didn’t want to, I whined, and made up a hundred excuses as to why I couldn’t and why, if I just gave the Terrible-Awful-No-Good book a little more time it would magically fall into place.

Flog, meet dead horse.

By April 1st, day one of Camp Nano, I still had no idea what I was going to write about and tried to hide from the fact by re-watching Immortals starring the delicious Henry Cavill. (Side note: He became the image in my head of Eros/Ross in Resurgence ;) )

Thank the writing gods for that particular bit of procrastination.

By the time the credits were rolling my mind was swimming with ‘What Ifs’ and ‘Whys’ of where the gods of Greek and Roman times had gone. Why did they suddenly disappear from the radar? Where have they been for the past one thousand years or so? What if they still exist and live among us? And if so, what are they up to?

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, April had sped by, and I’d met my Camp Nano target. However, the story wasn’t finished, and the characters wouldn’t shut up until it was.

Such a refreshing relief after the battle with the Terrible-Awful-No-Good book.

Three months and ninety-seven thousand words later what was meant to be a bit of fun and a standalone novel had taken on a life of its own and exploded into this massive world in my head with larger-than-life characters all clamouring to have their say.

But what to do now? How does a former ex-volunteer firefighter/cross stitch designer/ SAHM, nuttier than a fruitcake with an irreverent sense of humour cross what seemed like an enormous divide and reach out to people in the magical world of publishing?

Intro ROSA, the South African equivalent of the RWA, found while I was searching online for a writing group in my area that I might join. What a godsend! And hey, maybe the writing ‘gods’ sent me in their direction. Who knows? I have not only found my tribe but at my very first conference in September of 2016, was afforded the nerve-wracking opportunity to pitch via Skype to two top New York agents and a British acquisitions editor.

Even more surprising to me, they liked my pitch and asked for partials.

I didn’t land an agent. Neither did I land a contract with the acquisitions editor. But, I did get the most fantastic feedback, encouraging me to keep shopping Resurgence around.

Three rejection letters later, and a bucketload of optimism, my offer to publish with Changing Tides landed in my inbox.

It was then that I first time dared to entertain the possibility of making a living doing what I love most – telling stories.

6. What are the upsides and downsides to being an author?
Picture a roller coaster. One of those sprawling, gravity-defying constructions that do the crazy loop-di-loops steal your stomach from your body and leave you breathless with excitement, dread and anticipation. You know the ones, right? Yup. It’s something like that.

As you buckle yourself in and pull the safety rail down, you’ve convinced yourself that you can do this! No sweat. All you gotta do is breath.

Clink, clink, clink. The coaster car pulls away from the boarding station. Slow at first, it inches up a steep incline of learning.

Continuity edits. Line edits. Beautiful artistic representation of your book baby. Pre-release marketing. Release day posts. Networking. Social media.

No, no, no. Wait! I can’t do this! I hate heights. It’s all too much. Let me off!

Some twisted part of you then prompts you to peer over the side.

Far, far down below is the safety of the ground where people reduced to the size of ants have their feet solidly planted on terra firma.

Ho.Lee.Hamburgers!

That’s a loooong way down. The kind of dizzying height that will ensure a juicy splat at the end of the fall.

Nope. Not gonna think about that. Just gonna focus on the horizon and put my trust in the structural integrity of a gazillion pieces of steel, bolts and nuts.

It’ll be fine!

WHOOSH!!

Release day!

Shrieks of terror - mostly yours.

Squeals of glee – that of the veterans who have done this all before.

The wind whipping tears from your eyes. Holding your breath. Losing your breath. Counting the seconds to the next stretch of relative quiet where you if you didn’t have it before, you suddenly find religion.

LOOP-DI-LOOP!!

Big-hearted bloggers share the exciting news.

Reviews start to come in.

Dizzying. Exhilarating.

Dare I say…fun?

You start to relax. Laugh nervously at yourself. Grin like a loon at those sharing the coaster car with you. A fraternity formed around a shared experience.

And then, you write the next book and do it all over again.

This time you’re offering high-fives to your coaster car companions.

This time you’re the one offering a hand to the first-timer. Encouraging them to breathe. Reassuring. Reminding them (and yourself) that they are not alone in this upside-down thing we call publishing. They are part of…

A tribe.

South African, born and bred, Sharonlee Holder lives in one of the outer suburbs of Johannesburg in Gauteng, South Africa.
Life is a happy and creative jumble of a husband, three grown daughters, one super cute grand-daughter, three dogs, a cat, and a mouthy African Grey parrot.
Endless hours at the keyboard are supported by copious amounts of frothy coffee and ‘What ifs?’. Writing breaks are a blend of the big outdoors astride a motorbike, reading or watching anything.
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Resurgence (Free): http://amzn.to/2sJl82Z
Chapter 15
Murphy didn’t bother with the door. He came straight through the hearth, travelling through the fiery elements of his heritage. Mayhem was close. Writhing beneath the surface, tearing at the restraints, howling to be set free.
Clamping down on his base self, he swept the small front room of his mind, a red haze gathered behind his eyes and found …
“You’re making a mess,” said the toffee-eyed temptress with hands on her curvy hips and chin jutted at the coals littering the stone flooring.
Murphy glanced down and began to toe aside embers. Wait a fecking minute! This was his house–so to speak.
Growling, he took a step forward. “Where is she?”
Hailey–goddamn her–stood her ground, threw her shoulders back, maximising the swell of luscious breasts, and arched a slender eyebrow. “I’m not sure how things work where you come from, but where I come from, you catch more bees with honey,” she stated with all the hauteur of a tiny hive queen.
No. Not gonna happen. She’d tricked him once, and that was shame on her. He wasn’t about to give her another opportunity to force the fool’s hat onto his head. For all he knew, she was working with Valazhor. Come to think of it …
“What did she offer you?” he asked.
Candy apple lips parted then snapped shut again, a believable impression of affront arranged across her features. “Excuse me?”
She wanted to play it the hard way, did she?
Dainty hands dropped from her hips and tucked into the crooks of her arms when she crossed them under her breasts. Carnal desire hijacked the moment and served up a confused reminder of plush curves undulating against him, open-mouthed kisses along his neck…
“You heard me,” he growled, cursing the throaty throb in his voice. “What was to be your reward for distracting me so that the Medusan hybrid could get close enough to deliver Persephone’s message?”
Anger ignited in her eyes, flaming cognac over toffee, the scent of burnt caramel licking the air. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying.”
Anger he could do. Anger was safer. Way safer than the alternative.
Closing the gap, Murphy crowded in, using his size to dominate. Again, she refused to back down and craned her head all the way back, daggers in her eyes. Dynamite, as the saying goes, comes in small packages. The masochist in him toyed with the ignition switch.
Lowering his head, he said in her ear, “I’m only going to ask one more time so think carefully before you answer.” This close, her scent was richer, more exotic. Harder to ignore. “What was the deal Valazhor made with you?”
She didn’t move, though her breathing became shallower. “Or what?” Hailey murmured. “You’ll lock me in my room?” She turned her head toward him, her lips millimetres from his, candy scent invading his nostrils.
His mouth watered, and the base of his spine knotted with need. It took greater effort than he wanted to admit to make his brainbox line up the threat he had ready. “Or, I’ll save myself a whole lot of fecking trouble and give you to Persephone myself.”
Thick black lashes, swept upward, revealed the brandy fire in her eyes. Her aura in life had read as human. Nothing about her had suggested hybrid, much less witch. Even the background check Ross had him run before allowing her to visit the penthouse revealed little more than a classic case of daddy’s pampered princess. And yet, her eyes burned with a soul fire that intrigued and disturbed him, agitating something deep inside of him.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged in a whisper. “Do it. Hand me over.”
Caught in the blaze of her eyes, everything else ceased to exist. In the lull, that thing she had disturbed, rose up. Intensely territorial, fiercely possessive, spiked with a craving so intense… he acted before thought could catch deed.


Comments

  1. Wow, I did blather on there rather a lot didn't I? :D

    Massive appreciation for having me and helping to share the word about Renegade's release! <3

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    1. Oh no, I enjoyed the interview. I love hearing about the process and their works. TY for stopping by!

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