Tell us about your latest release and what you think readers will enjoy about it.
My latest release wraps tattoos and Japanese swords around a theme of self awareness. Tattoos are a guilty pleasure for me – I don’t have any, but I’ll often oogle Flash or Ink magazinesJ Why don’t I have any? I’m a chicken when it comes to needles!
Care to tell us a little about the person behind the author name? What do you do for fun when not writing?
When not writing, I enjoy a lot of artsy type things. I’m actually a cover designer for a number of publications, so you’ll often find me pouring over the latest and coolest photoshop brushes and effects. When I’m not at the computer, I enjoy painting (Bob Ross anyone?) and playing piano jazz. I recently got into House MD, and I hide in my hubby’s armpit whenever they show surgeries and bones and gross stuff.
The holidays are coming. What is one of your favorite holiday traditions and why?
Thanksgiving has always been an important holiday for my family – we are immigrants from Russia, and Thanksgiving is really our time to give thanks for being in the US and having the opportunities that we have. Recently, my husband and I enacted a new tradition: having Thanksgiving at our house. There’s always that tug of war between families on the holidays – who gets whom on which year. We decided to put a stop to it – we invite everyone to our place. Plus my hubby will cook – which guarantees a good meal J
Paranormal and Urban Fantasy are very popular genres right now. Is there a genre you enjoy but haven’t written yet?
I think the only genre I haven’t written that I enjoy is a hard boiled mystery. The sexy detective, the dangerous beauty that hires him… That sound you hear is my muse beating on my headJ
If someone were to play you in a movie, what actor would it be and why?
Hmm… Would it be egotistical to say Angelina Jolie? HAH! I wish! I have no idea who would play me… Sarah Michelle Gellar maybe – back as a brunette? She is not too tall and she kicks butt.. I don’t kick butt as much as I used to, but I’m fiend for martial arts.
What comes first: the plot or the characters?
Hmm… For me when I brainstorm my characters, their issues pretty much become the plot… So you could say plot for me.
When you looked in the mirror this morning, what was the first thing you thought?
I thought – hey, my biceps are coming along! (I recently went back to weight training and graduated to 10lbs on biceps!)
We popped in for a spell and opened your fridge, what would we find there?
Oh.. um.. let me go look. I usually nuke something from the freezer or whatever hubby makes… (Kitchen is a foreign land to me… I’ve been known to burn water)
You are awarded three cabana boys/girls and you can choose anyone (Celebrities, characters, etc). Who would you choose and why?
Like to oogle? Angel (Or the guy who plays him. But I’d have to make sure he just stood there and looked brooding.. I didn’t like him too much when he talked)
Phillip Marlow, the detective made famouse by Raymond Chandler… Cause… he’s just sexy. And he’d be allowed to talk in that tough guy with a tender spot voice. Talk to me baby.
Clive Owens. British and sexy and and… yummy!
You got a celebrity for 15 minutes, who would you chose and what would you do?
Angelina Jolie. She’s awesome. There’s this serenity about her – like nothing gets to her. What would I do? I’d ask her how she handles it all – and see if she can teach me to smile like Mona Lisa.
Sneak look at Amathyst Moon:
Put on a mask and live your fantasies. Strip your control, revel in power, let go of truth or live your darkest dreams. For this one night, your wild side shines through. For this one one night, this masquerade is you…
Stealing jewelry has never been difficult for Gia Solletii. Excepted in the glittering society around the world, it’s easy to relieve bored patrons of their sparkles. But Gia is tired. Climbing rooftops is getting difficult, and schmoozing is getting on her nerves.
The Shadow holds the answer. A retired legendary thief, he specializes in letting the rich and the beautiful keep their toys.To get his attention, Gia steals from him – an amethyst, larger then her own thumb, smooth, polished and pulsing with warmth.
She will give it back at a masked charity ball, to the tune of cash and a job at IntelSecurities. Except she doesn’t know the stone is cursed – intoxicating the wearer and those around her, lowering inhibitions, amplifying desires. And she has no idea that the Shadow will use the curse to seduce her into giving him the amethyst on her own free will.
Excerpt:
With her breasts pushed up and her waist tucked into a ball gown, Gia waited. At least her feet were happy in a pair of sneakers instead of killer high heels. The long black dress she wore was made especially for her—once you relieved someone of their sparkles, sneakers and stretchy pants covered by the removable skirt were as necessary as gloves and wire cutters.
The abundance of sparkles didn’t interest her tonight. These weren’t the glittering society types with their fake breasts and Clorox smiles. The ball was a benefit for Breast Cancer research, complete with pale, cherry colored tablecloths and tiny mementos of pink sapphires for the attending guests.
She’d stuck the pin onto the ribbon at her waist and marveled at the irony. They’d given a thief jewels. Fate was one funny bitch.
Aside from that, she was nervous. The fluttering in her belly was normal before a job, but this raw case of anticipation and nerves was odd and the excitement accompanying it didn’t help.
Shadow was meeting her. And he had Scott Bastien’s face. After months of secretly fantasizing about him, after months of small talk and mild flirting, after all the attempts to speak to him once she realized he was Shadow, she finally had his attention.
Scott Bastien, owner of IntelSecurities, protected the rich sheep he used to target before he angled onto the straight path. And she, Gia Solletti, had broken into his vault and stolen from the thief they’d once called Shadow.
She wasn’t sure why she’d only taken the amethyst. Hooked to a plain silver chain, the clear stone with its endless facets was larger than her thumb and belonged on a grand necklace around a beautiful throat. And if it were, she’d probably steal it again, if only to take a closer look.
The warmth of the gem pulsed between her breasts even as she told herself she couldn’t keep it. She’d gladly give it back to Bastien for half a mil and a consulting job at IntelSecurities. He could, of course, turn her over to Interpol. Gia had no doubt he would attempt to do just that after getting the amethyst back. But there was a small matter of gossip. Imagine, Angia wanted to play a little prank and was able to break into the man’s private vault! A few words in the right ears would finish him—his firm would never provide security to another glittering function. She’d still be in jail—but he’d be ruined.
The thrill of danger made her shiver. She wasn’t meeting him as society’s darling. She was meeting him as his equal. She was meeting him as an accomplished thief finally ready to retire.
She would help the rich and bored keep their treasures out of reach from the likes of… well, her. Same money, less roof climbing.
The stone heated again. She wasn’t the fanciful type, but she could swear it throbbed with some sort of energy, warming then cooling against her skin. The long dangles of Grandmere’s earrings—a surprising match for the amethyst—seemed to echo its warmth as they brushed her neck while she walked around increasingly amorous couples.
She wondered what it was doing in Shadow’s vault. Sentimental in his old age? The idea made her snicker. Maybe it had been the only job he’d botched. Thinking about it, she tripped on the damned long skirt. She yanked, exposing her sneakers, too late realizing that a woman tucked in a murderously red gown was smiling at her.
Shit, had she seen?
Gia frowned as the woman sent her a wink before turning back to the man next to her. The heat between those two was almost palatable. She sighed with just a bit of longing. Some relished passion. She preferred the cool, smooth surface of stones.
The one between her breasts heated more as she sensed someone behind her.
Shadow. Scott.
She turned, forcing herself to keep the movement casual. Her pulse hammered in her throat.
Masked, just like her, in simple black silk. The stone pulsed at her skin as she sized him—tall, broad, gorgeous with his lean face and lush lips against a granite jaw. Too wide in the shoulder for a profession that needed speed more then muscle. Somehow, this close, those shoulders seemed bigger then she remembered.
“Angel.” His voice was smooth and mocking.
The game was on.
Comments
One Response to “In the Spotlight: Fiona Jayde”
Leave a Reply
Thanks for coming Fiona and sharing your upcoming book with us. It looks sinfull and yummy! Who designed the cover? Very Striking.
Raine D.