Meet the Characters with Andrea R. Cooper

andrea copper coverHello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters!  Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Andrea R. Cooper, and her characters from The Garnet Dagger. It’s a fantastic paranormal romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Brock and Celeste.

How did you first meet your writer?

Brock: She was working through her lunch break (typical) and I kept repeating a few sentences to her until she wrote them down.

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

Brock: I enjoy the banter between me and Celeste. Ow (Celeste punches him in the arm) and the romance as well. I would kiss her constantly if she allowed it.

Celeste: The romance. I knew Brock was mine as soon as I saw him. But I had to wait for him to figure it out on his own.

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

Brock: Yes. In fact my writer has completed two more books in The Garnet Dagger trilogy and they are pending final edits.

What is your most prized possession?

Celeste: My garnet dagger. It was difficult keeping it even when Brock wanted it back so badly, but I couldn’t part with it.

What do you think your greatest weakness is?

Celeste: Being too trusting. Actually it’s also my strongest attribute. It is two sides of the same coin.

The Garnet Dagger Book Trailer  http://youtu.be/ISi0u9LoseM

Blurb:

Everyone knows what happens when a vampire bites a human…but what if the victim is Elvin?

Forbidden to cross the Elvin barrier into human lands, Brock cannot sate his curiosity. Cursed by a vampyre bite that forces him to feed on the life-essence of others, he is unable to touch another without taking their life. Chained by prophesy he must find a witch, pierce her heart and draw her blood for his cure. Celeste, a witch, must escape the monks who have held her prisoner for years. Her captors have kept her magic dormant. An ancient powerful Warloc craves her powers. If he succeeds in devouring her magic, she and Brock’s Elvin world will die.

When Brock falls in love with her before realizing her demise is his cure, will love triumph over his desire to be healed? Will he risk everything to save her from a Warloc, an oath breaker, who also wants her dead?

Excerpt:

I’ve known death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them. Foolishly, I thought many more eras would pass before death came for me. It came so swiftly that I could not run; I could not escape. At a village, dressed in human clothes, I took in everything. By observing for eons, I understood and spoke their language. The world of mankind fascinated me. Their hobbled homes burrowed into the ground.

Rocks crunched on top one another with thatched roofs woven from straw. Never had I seen a home or inn that was higher than three levels, as if they were afraid of the sky. I delayed my return to my people as I watched human jugglers bounce torches and knifes. It was autumn equinox and the festivities would continue well into the night. Children laughed as they chased each other. A trail of leaves from their costumes twirled after them. It was dark when I reached the forest. Since I was already late, I hiked uphill to a shortcut rather than take the long path back home. I didn’t need to alert any of my kind near the barrier at this hour. Liana would wonder why I was late.

Tonight was the two month anniversary of our hand twining ceremony. One more month as was custom, and then we’d be wed. A gasp rustled through the trees. The roots shot a warning through to me with stifled caution. Adjusting my pack, I continued on instead of changing back into my Elvin clothes. After I passed the border which kept humans from entering our land, then I’d change. In the distance, I heard a groan. Curious, I spun in the direction of the sound. The autumn wind breezed through my worn human clothes, chilling me. But someone needed help. I turned in the direction of the sounds. Whatever made the noise should be a few yards ahead.

I hiked slower than my normal speed, so as not to startle whatever human called out. My leather boots crunched upon dried, diseased leaves and bark. Horrified, I glanced up. Branches twisted around each other to suffocating. Lifeless limbs cracked in the wind. Flesh of the trees sloughed off in layers, exposing its bones. Gashes hollowed out chunks of warmth. Fragments of leaves clung to finger tips, marking sepulchers of the dying trees. Trees mourned with wails like splitting wood, and I brought my hands over my ears. I must flee before I became infected, they told me. Flee before the stain of this defilement creeps into you, they warned. Trees spoke to my kind, always had. Yet these trees were in such agony of death that I could not breathe. Felt as though my lungs had folded in on themselves, like a moth unable to break loose from its cocoon.

Nothing I could do for them, and if I lingered too long, whatever disease gnawed upon them may choke me. Where would I go if I carried something so foul as to devour trees from the inside out? I’d never return to Tamlon if I brought this infection with me. I drew away, but a movement at the base of a decaying tree to my right caught me. My night vision picked up the sight of a human. His sallow face seemed to glow in the moonlight. Poking out from rags lay his arms and legs, which resembled skin stretched over sticks. So cadaverous was his face, I’d have thought him dead if he hadn’t moved.

“Please,” he said and his voice sounded like cicada’s vibrations, “help me.”

“What ails you in this troubled place?” I wondered if my voice, foreign to my ears in speaking the human’s language, revealed my nature.

“I am lost.” His dark eyes crinkled around the corners. “Without strength to rise. If you would but assist me up, I’ll be on my way.”

I’d never touched a human on purpose before. Was it that that gave me pause, or dread that stilled my heart? My feet itched to flee. As soon as I helped him, then I’d leave. I gritted my teeth and reached a hand down.

His gnarled fingers snapped on my arm, making me wince. Jerking me forward, his face contorted. Surprised by his strength, I fell beside him. Blackness curled around me. Teeth, fangs, broke through the skin on my neck. Then I knew him for what he was, a vampyre.

Buy the Book:

Crimson Romance ebooks | Amazon | B&N | iTunes

Meet Andrea:andrea cooper pic

Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn’t until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.

What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).

Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.

She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.

The Garnet Dagger is her debut novel and is with Crimson Romance. Her second novel, Viking Fire a historical romance is forthcoming.

Find Andrea:

Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/andrea.cooper.92798?ref=tn_tnmn#!/pages/Andrea-R-Cooper/166940566787999

Twitter: @AndreaRCooper

Website: www.AndreaRCooper.com

Blog: http://andrearcooperauthorblog.wordpress.com/

***GIVEAWAY***

Andrea is giving away a free eBook of The Garnet Dagger either Kindle or Nook – winner’s choice to one lucky commenter so be sure to leave your EMAIL so we can contact you if you win!!

Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!

 

 

Advertisements

17 thoughts on “Meet the Characters with Andrea R. Cooper

  1. Great excerpt! I am beginning to love paranormal more and more, because anything goes. Your world that you created sounds as if it’s as much a character as your h/h. Can’t wait to read more.

  2. Jennifer, please excuse this – I need to be signed in to Word Press to create my new blog. Blogger has shut me down. I’ve had trouble signing in to WP because they say I already exist. Someone pointed on that if I’ve ever commented on WP blog then I am registered and you’re the first WP blog I could think of.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s