Interview with Dorothy Dreyer

Please welcome my good friend and author, Dorothy Dreyer.  What makes an author tick?  I sat down with Dorothy and asked  her to share some of her opinions on her latest book as well as writing in general.  Grab a cup of ‘joe’ and join us.

Dorothy Dreyer

Dorothy Dreyer has always believed in magic. She loves reading, writing, movies, and spending time with her family and friends. Half-American and half-Filipino, Dorothy lives in Germany with her husband and two children.

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Do you have a specific writing style or approach to writing your books?

I’d say I’m 80 percent plotter, 20 percent panster. I figure out my basic plot, then I do a chapter outline. After that I flesh it all out. If a scene is really playing out in my mind, though, I’ll write it right away.

How did you come up with the title of your book?

I was goofing around. Seriously. I can’t remember exactly HOW it happened, but I was more or less making fun of my book … and I guess playing on the title My Sister’s Keeper.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

World rules are my biggest challenge. Things can’t just happen because they’re convenient to the plot. There have to be limits – especially if you’re writing about magic – and a writer has to have clear ideas about where those limits are. It’s a challenge to me because I don’t like to explain why my world is the way it is. 😉

What books have most influenced your life?

I’d have to say the Harry Potter series. These books really catapulted me into wanting to create magical people in magical worlds.

What authors have influenced your life and writing?

Right now I’m very influenced by Veronica Roth. I love how she can keep a reader glued to a page, and I’m trying to learn that craft.

What are your current projects?

I’m writing the sequel to My Sister’s Reaper.

If you’re not writing full-time now, do you see writing as a career in the future?

Yes! I want this very much. It will happen one day (I’ll make it so!), I just have to work on it.

Who designed your cover (s)?

A wonderful woman from Denmark named Mette Breth Klausen

Who is your publisher and what are a few things you like about their business platform?

Month9Books is an amazing company. Georgia McBride is a fabulous business-savvy professional. I feel safe in her hands. What I like best, is that everyone at Month9Books, aside from really knowing how a publishing company ticks,  is so incredibly friendly and open and caring. It feels like a family.

Thanks so much to Dorothy for stopping by.  She’ll be going on a blog tour with her new book starting May 27th.  Check her out at Month9Books, http://month9booksblog.com/our-authors/dorothy-dreyer/.  Please share any comments or questions you have below.  Dorothy will hang around for a while to visit with you.

Starting 2013 Off With a Bang

You know how the old saying in writing goes – Enjoy the small milestones?  Well Saturday was filled with small milestones.  The day began for me with a check of Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Amazon – the sites I usually update as part of my Indie Author “Booking” process.  Yes, I have a marketing strategy – I call it “Booking”.  Don’t laugh!  Anyway, I got to Amazon and was checking my ranking in each category when I noticed something new at the bottom of the demographics for The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend.  The caption read #38 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Fiction > Fantasy > Historical .  Immediately I clicked on the link and held my breath.  Sure enough at #38 my book’s cover appeared!  I couldn’t believe my eyes!  I had published The Lady in the Mist back in October, 2012.  The first two chapters of the complete novel were offered free on Amazon.  Apparently, patience paid off with this one, because the book finally made a list.  Now you can visualize me dancing around my living room in a wild happy dance.  I even got a high-five from the hubby!

That was the first thing good thing that occurred.  Next came with an invitation I received from a Facebook friend to pitch to an editor at Samhain Publishing.  Saturday, January 12th rolled around and I submitted my pitch.

Sunday, I opened my email to find a response from my Facebook friend telling me not one but two of my stories had been chosen to pitch to the editor.  Whether the editor likes them or not is still up for grabs.  I was just tickled to death to be selected to share my stories with her.   My two stories were included in thirty out of 59 submissions.  Again, we do the happy dance!

In 2013 my resolution with regard to my writing is to relish the small steps and be thankful.  It’s so easy to brush them aside or make light of these steps when they are actually rungs on the ladder to success.   The definition of the word success, in my opinion, will change as I strive to create and improve  my writing.   I look forward to the journey and the small steps in 2013 – how about you?

Click the image to read a FREE sample of my current series, the Western Werewolf Legend.
Click the image to read a FREE sample of my current series, the Western Werewolf Legend.

Thanks for sharing your small steps in comments following this blog post.  I would love to hear from you!  Here’s a little something free I’d like to share with you as my way of saying “Thanks for dropping by.”  Best wishes to everyone in their 2013 journeys.

Congratulations!

The winner of the ebook copy of The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend is  Ruby Swan.  Congratulations!  Thanks for visiting my blog during the New Year’s Blog Hop.

Join me for the February blog hop and have a chance at another great prize.

New Year’s Blog Hop (Enter to Win)

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First things first! This blog hop has some outstanding prizes you may win, 3 prizes actually. So let’s talk about those and how you can enter to win first.

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times! 

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There will be over 200 Authors/Bloggers participating in this event. If you want to enter more than once you can do so. Actually you can enter over 200 times by posting a comment (with your email) on each blog that is participating in this blog hop. Go to Carrie Ann’s New Year’s Blog Hop page to see a list of ALL THE BLOGS and get started. But first, leave a comment here on my blog article please, after you read on.

Good Luck Everyone!

Happy New Year!

As we ring in 2013, what are some new year’s resolutions you have already made? Share a few with us in a comment below.  Also be sure to include your email address so Carrie Anne can contact you if you win.

My freebie to you is a new excerpt from The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend.  On New Year’s Day, one lucky commenter, picked at random, will receive an ebook copy of The Lady in the Mist.  Leave your email address and ebook format you use.  If you can’t wait, here’s the link to get your own copy – http://tinyurl.com/9ff6h4j  Thanks for dropping by and enjoy.

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Chapter 2

The sun shone brightly through the leaded glass in a jagged pattern.  Reflecting in the quilt, the light shifted with each ripple in the fabric.  Birds sang outside the window.  Ty rolled to his side and moved to sit up on an elbow.  When he did, a white-hot pain shot through his thigh before traveling down his leg.  Fighting to take a breath, he collapsed on the pillow.  When he tried to rise again, he used more caution.  A new respect for his injury had him using more caution.  Still the action had hot needles stabbing him through to the bone.  Sweat beaded along his temple.  Reaching up to wipe at the moisture he discovered a large bandage covered his eye and most of his scalp.

“This be a fine kettle of fish you’ve gone and gotten yourself into there, Boyo.”  Maggie McVey’s Irish voice rang clear in the small confines of the room.  The housekeeper’s colorful cliché held truth in every word, but Ty didn’t have to search the room to know the woman wasn’t there.  The phenomenon wasn’t new either.  Maggie’s voice would come to him at the strangest times.  Perhaps she was his voice of reason in a world gone mad.  “If you only knew, old girl, if you only knew,” he murmured to the empty room.

The sounds of pots rattling came from beyond the room’s only door.  Ty struggled against the pain to sit up.  Where were his clothes?  His weapons?  The room looked no bigger than a small porch.  He wiped at the perspiration on his forehead.  Trembling with the effort to remain upright, he lay back on the cool sheet.  The noise stilled and he took another look around the tiny room.  He lay naked down to his waist and when he raised the sheet to make sure both legs were still there, he found he was without clothing period.  An oath left his mouth as he searched around the room again for any sign of his dirt-encrusted uniform.  He spied his cavalry hat hanging over the back of the only other piece of furniture in the cubbyhole, a chair.

He had to admit, the situation proved better than he’d expected.  The Great Spirit must’ve seen some benefit to keep him alive, seeing as how the last recollection he had before passing out was a young woman attempting to help a dying man.  The pain in his thigh reminded him he still had a leg, yet his thigh felt cool to the touch.  No infection!  Ty breathed a sigh of relief.  Besides his head wrap, a white bandage bound his ribs securely.

Fatigued with the simple chore of waking, Ty closed his eyes to consider what he would do now.  Where he was and how he’d gotten there remained a mystery, but he still lived, which was as much of a surprise as he could stand at the moment.

Again the sounds of cooking came from the other room.  Ty could hear one person moving about and the footsteps sounded light.  A woman perhaps.  The idea gave him some comfort.  He doubted he could have defended himself against an attacker.

How long had he been out?  What about his men?  Were there survivors?  He bore down on the memories as they came rushing back.  He definitely had unfinished business with some Yankees.  The enemy had laid in wait for the Rebels.  How did they know his men would be coming through that particular spot?  Responsibility weighed heavy as he went over the scene in his mind.  His men were dead before any of them could retaliate.  Deep in grief, Ty’s head came up when a soft squeak of the door hinges alerted him to an intruder.

Caught off guard, Ty flung the sheet back to meet his foe.  Reaching for the tin basin on the nightstand, he drug himself up by the four poster’s simple wooden supports.  He stood, though precariously on one foot.  Brandishing the tin pan as a weapon, he readied for an attack.

A slender blonde-haired woman stood framed by the doorway.  The petite woman stared wide-eyed at his actions.

Ty tried to square his stance, but his injured limb sang out with white-hot shards of pain. He sucked in air while reaching for anything to hold onto.

The soft female form rushed forward to support him.  She was no bigger than a hummingbird, yet she managed to right him easily enough.  Her warm flesh pressed against his, sent the scent of her rushing through his already battered senses.  Unable to stop himself, Ty groaned aloud.  He allowed her to ease him back onto the mattress, but found no words to use.

She was a vision.  The first wave of lust eased enough, so he focused on the soft cap of her curls, which were the color of warm honey.  Her scent reminded him of a wooded glade, all earthy and natural, yet all woman.  He couldn’t help but breathe her in. The young nymph seated him on the edge of the bed once more before taking serious stock of the situation.

“You’re much too weak to be trying to get out of bed, sir.  Here, let me see you settled.  I have some broth that will help you get your strength back.  I’ll fetch a bowl for you.  But, you must lay back now.”  Her tone brooked no argument.  Her voice floated through his brain like an elixir.

She had the voice of an angel.  Ty could only stare.  Her eyes were the color of a doe’s with a lovely almond shape.  They gravitated to his body. Her stare branded him with a heat the likes of which he’d never experienced. .  He’d never been so undone.  “Are you real?”  The question came out stilted and broken.

The woman blinked at his question.  “Of course I’m real.”  She inclined her head in his direction.  “So are you.”

Hypnotic and intoxicating in the same breath, he mused.  The Great One did have a sense of humor — what a cruel trick to play on an injured man.

Naked before her, proved bad enough, but growing aroused in the presence of a lady did not a gentleman make.  Ty chided his muddled brain to do something!  Flicking a hesitant glance down, he said, “My apologies, ma’am.  I’m not decent.”  When he tried to right the situation, his injured arm balked and retaliated with more needles singing up his shoulder.

The young nymph stepped closer, deftly pushing him back onto the bed.  With a practiced hand, she lifted his legs and gently settled him more comfortably on the mattress.  She steered him further back into the pillows she plumped behind his shoulders.  Soon, the errant sheet covered him to the waist with a blanket added for good measure.  With practiced efficience, the golden-haired nymph continued to busy herself by tidying the room.  She seemed unaffected by his naked body as if she’d seen a man before.  Of course, with the war on, she’d most probably tended countless Yankees in an effort to do what she could.  Had she tended him? He didn’t know whether to be encouraged or disappointed by her reaction.  Because, he, on the other hand seemed lost in her mere presence with no desire for rescue.

“There.”  Satisfied, she took a step back to survey her handiwork.  Giving him a stern frown, she explained, “I won’t be able to help you if you continue to attempt to undo my work, sir.  Lay back and let me take care of getting you back on your feet.”  She continued to watch him with a studied eye.  “You’ve had quite a blow to the head.  There are several injuries, which required stitches.  If I hadn’t happened along, you most certainly would’ve died from your leg wound.”

Ty’s good eye tracked the movement of her hand as her slender fingers shot out to stop him from reaching out to touch his injured shoulder.  “Leave the wound alone.  I understand they itch, but don’t pick at your stitches.  The dressing is fresh, so if you continue to badger the area, you’ll have the wound bleeding again.”

“Who are you?”  Ty’s question held fascinated curiosity.

“My name is Sonja.”  The young woman’s hands dropped to her apron.  In an absent gesture, she smoothed the fabric before adding politely but firmly. “Mrs. Sonja Brooks.”  Without waiting for a reply, she headed for the door.  “Give me a minute.  I’ll bring you a bowl of broth.”

Watching her slim back disappear out the door, Ty relaxed back on the bed.  “Mrs. Sonja Brooks.”  He mumbled her name as he considered the fact she was married.  Such a petite thing, slender in all the right places and round where a man’s hand could rest easy, Sonja Brooks could move a man to do dishonorable things.  Ty found the idea disquieting, but to his liking.

The mounting questions as well as their answers stalled out though as she appeared once more with a tray containing the broth along with a tall glass filled with what looked to Ty like some sort of vegetable juice.  Its dark red color resembled tomatoes.  A basket filled with bread completed the offering.  Ty’s mouth watered.  For the life of him, he couldn’t find his tongue.  Mumbling his thanks, he picked up the spoon.  Intent on downing the meal in haste, he paused when she stopped just inside the door.

“Take your time, sir.  There’s plenty.  I’m glad to see you have an appetite.

How long had it been since he’d eaten?  Vague memories of hardtack wafted through his head along with chicory coffee brewing over a low campfire.  The taste of the broth and bread forced out all memories of his past hunger.  The food surely tasted good!  Ty couldn’t help the low groan which left his lips when he could see the bottom of the bowl.

With a swipe of his good arm across his mouth, he tried to voice his appreciation.  “That was delicious, ma’am.  Thank you for your generosity.”  Hesitating, he glanced back at the empty glass before asking, “Did the juice come from your garden?  I’ve never had any like that before.”

“Oxblood which will give you strength.”

“Oxblood?” Ty couldn’t help the quizzical expression, which crossed his face.  Even his Choctaw mother had never offered him anything remotely similar.

Those doe eyes tracked his reaction with a slight quirk to the corner of her mouth.  The hairs on his nape prickled with the reply she shared with him.  When telltale color rose in her cheeks, Ty suspected the explanation held more than she acknowledged with words.

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