Thursday, October 25, 2012

Author, author... all about it !                    

Today we have Avril Ashton ...

Welcome, so great to have you here with us.  Can you tell us a little about yourself? I’m a Brooklyn baby, by way of the Caribbean. I’m a lover of books, of coffee, cake and naked men. I’m a hermit with no apologies and did I mention I liked cake?


Do real life events find their way into your stories? Nah. Real life is mad boring.

Do you ever mimic family members or people you know when you choose characters? LOL Nope. See previous.

Do you find yourself going back to the same inspiration for each story or is it always something different? My constant source of inspiration is music so yes, I’ll go to the same song over and over again, but it brings different insight to different stories.

When do you write?  Early morning? During the day sometime or all day?  After the kids go to bed? Early mornings after the kid is on the school bus and in the evenings at the EDJ.

How do you feel about marketing your book? It’s a bitch and a half, but necessary so I do it.

What social sites do you feel work best for marketing? I should know this, right? I’m not sure. I’m on Facebook and Twitter, but I don’t really do much promoting except for a release day blitz or when I get reviews. I have no way of knowing what works or don’t.

Do you like to pitch stories to your publisher or do you wait until you have written the story and have a final manuscript to turn in? I have to have a finished product to send in before I do anything.

Is there any other genre that you would love to try writing?  If so, what is it? At the moment I’ve dipped my toes in all the genres I’ve wanted to tackle.

Do you always/ever see yourself as the heroine/hero when you write a story? There are bits of myself in my heroines. Mostly all the dirty words and fly clothes.


Just for fun, I have a few personal questions, 

Favorite 5
1)    Favorite Male Actor - Jason Statham
2)    Favorite vehicle – One that gets me from point A to point B
3)    Favorite way to relax - Read
4)    Favorite ice cream – Pralines and Cream drizzled with hot caramel
5)    Favorite outfit – Jeans and a T-shirt

And for a bonus:  If you could pick any place in the world to live, besides where you are now, where would it be?  (Of course, without the hindrance of jobs or money needed)
Grenada, West Indies. Spice Isle.


Where can our readers find you?? 

Twitter: @AvrilAsh


Is there an upcoming or current release you would like to share with us today and where can we find it?
Till Surrender is book two in my Paranormal Security Council series.   


The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray, so how long can Saint keep his distance and his secrets? How long Till Surrender?


Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.

Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.



Five and a half hours later, Saint still hadn’t got any sleep, but he’d managed to rub a nut off in the shower. Not quite the same as a warm, wet mouth swallowing him, but he could hold on—barely, till he found a willing partner.

As the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, he stretched his legs out on the seat in front of him and read through the folder Remi had given him. He grinned when he saw his name remained the same. He didn’t technically exist, so they’d given him a brand new, and very violent background. Not too dissimilar from his real life, but the fake Takayo St John was all about honour and morality. Fighting for the greater good.

Ugh. Saint wanted to hurl. He already hated the new him. It was the perfect bait, though, to reel in the humans intent on making a move on the Council. He flipped back to the pages about his target.

Nathan Valte.

Tall and lean, the fair-headed former professor of literature looked older than his thirty-eight years. He’d turned activist against all Para citizens after his wife and child were killed by leopard shifters.

Literally torn apart.

Saint winced at the gruesome pictures. Since his loss, the professor had become outspoken about his hatred for Paras, amassing a pretty considerable following. Before now, no one in the paranormal community had taken him seriously, deeming him harmless and grieving. Something had definitely changed. What though? That info wasn’t in the file, but several attempts had been made on Valte’s life. The man was in desperate need of a bodyguard, and who better to fill the role but fake Saint?

He’d be embedded with Nathan at his Texas compound until Remi gave him the go-ahead to off the professor. Saint didn’t do up close and personal, though there was a first time for everything. As a half-breed—part Para, part human—no one would have an idea a Para was in their midst unless Saint wanted them to. Unlike full-blooded Paras, he could pass for human any day of the week.

He paused at a photo of Nathan Valte with a younger man by his side. The other man’s face was averted, his attention off camera, but he’d been graced with the same light colouring, slight build and fair hair as the professor. If Remi’s info was anything to go by, this would be the professor’s baby brother, ten years younger, Ryken.

Saint stared at the younger Valte, wishing he could see his face clearly. A sense of familiarity flooded him as he practically willed the man to turn around, look into the camera. Stupid. Did he know Ryken Valte? Should he? His gut told him yes. Saint caressed the man’s face in the photo and the tattoos on his chest, arm and back came alive—writhing, burning his skin with each stroke of his finger.

“Fuck.” Sweat popped out on Saint’s brow. He flung the folder across the plane’s cabin and staggered to his feet. What the hell?

Avril, thanks so much for being with us today!! 

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