A lover of witty Regencies and dark paranormal romance, Brooklyn Ann combines the two in her new vampire series. The former mechanic turned author lives with her family in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho.
ER: Welcome to Embracing Romance, Brooklyn. To start us off, what is the first thing you would like us to know about you?
My interests are so versatile that I can find something in common with just about anyone. I love books, music, art, cars, movies, cats, fishing, etc.
ER: You write paranormal Regencies, making you unique and definitely interesting. What made you decide on that particular genre?
My first loves have always been vampires and things that go bump in the night. But then I also discovered a guilty-pleasure infatuation with historical romance. And when I discovered that vampire fiction… actually the entire horror genre… was invented in the Regency, I saw a decadent combination.
ER: Along with writing your books, you hold down a full-time day job and are also a freelance editor. That sounds like you are a very busy person. How do you manage your time?
Short answer? I really don’t. I’m always behind on something, lol. Thankfully I was able to pare my day-job hours to semi-part time, which gives me more writing time. But really I pretty much get up, go to work, go home, and get back to work on my other 2 jobs. I have almost no social life. Luckily my boyfriend also has multiple jobs so when I go to his house we spend most of the time on our computers working and cheering each other on before taking breaks for some real life romance.
ER: Do you have any unique writing habits? What is a typical Brooklyn Ann day like?
With the multiple jobs, I don’t really have a “typical” day, so I’ll just describe how my ideal writing days go. I get up, throw on my fuzzy robe and crack open a Red Bull. Then I write all day, sometimes taking a break to ask for feedback, listen to an inspiring song, or research something random.
When evening comes, I switch from Red Bull to hard cider.
If I make a huge writing goal, I like to treat myself to garlic parmesan wings from Wingstop and a movie.
ER: You have an Associate’s degree in Automotive Technology. Is your day job in that field? If so, how hard is it to switch gears, going from modern day technology to a time when the words automotive and technology didn’t exist?
Unfortunately I messed up both of my shoulders, so I no longer work in the field. However I do spend a lot of time working on my own cars, especially my giant restoration project on my Datsun. 😀 I now have a dismal part time desk job, a freelance editing business, and of course, my full time romance writing.
As for switching gears between the modern and the 19th century, I’ve devoured so many Regency romances that it’s not too difficult. What’s harder is when I write my modern set books. For the first drafts of my heavy metal romances, I accidentally had my rock stars talking like Regency dukes, lol.
ER: Are you a plotter or a panster?
I’m a weird combination of both. I’ll get the basic plot points written down but after that, anything goes and my characters often deviate from my original notes. It’s like I make rules just to break them.
ER: What is your favorite part of writing and your least favorite?
I usually say my favorite part is working at home in my jammies, but it’s not quite true. I will write anywhere I get the chance. Really my favorite part is when the words are flowing on the screen so fast that even I am surprised and anxious to find out what happens next.
My least favorite is when the screen stays blank and I can’t get the words right. Almost as bad is writing the parts where the characters are having their dark moment and I’m so sad for them that my heart breaks a little with every word.
ER: What are the top three things on your bucket list?
1.) Go skydiving
2.) Write a screenplay for a B Horror film
3.) Either see MEGADETH live one more time or IRON MAIDEN.
Her interest is purely scientific
Cassandra Burton wants to study medicine, surgery, healing, and everything related to the human body and its mysteries-and she’s willing to rob graves to do it! But a lady can meet dark and dangerous characters lurking around the cemetery. And who could be more fascinating than Rafael Villar, Lord Vampire of London? If she could study his physiology, she could learn so much that would help humans. After all, he’s immortal-and Cassandra is now his prisoner…
Until she gets close enough to touch
As if Rafael didn’t have enough to worry about, with a rebellion brewing and his allies out of reach, now he’s confronted by a beautiful, fearless lady who wants to heal the scars he’s born for centuries. He can’t keep her, and he can’t let her go, and worst of all, he’s every bit as intrigued by her as she is by him.
Once they were ensconced in the carriage, Rafael said, “I did not need you to rescue me, Countess.” His scowl deepened as he regarded her sternly. “And as for your earlier defense of my value to you, are you aware that those men thought you were referring to my—”
“Your cock?” Cassandra supplied helpfully, praying she wasn’t blushing. “Yes, that was my intention.”
He blinked in surprise and she felt a thrill of satisfaction that she was able to shock him.
Before he could scold her, she spoke again. “Wakley was attacked by vampires, wasn’t he?”
Rafael nodded. “The previous Lord’s third in command had seen him repeatedly visiting the St. Pancras cemetery at night and suspected him of being a hunter. He and the vampires who rest there knocked him unconscious and set his house on fire, planning to kill him.”
“Why didn’t they just drain his blood?”
He sighed impatiently. “Because it is forbidden to kill mortals that way. It must look like an accident.”
She frowned. “But what they did was no accident.”
“Is that why you saved Wakley?”
Rafael shrugged. “That and it didn’t take too much investigation to learn that the man was innocent of any crimes against our kind. I only wish I could have arrived in time to stop them.”
“What happened to the vampires responsible?”
“Ian jailed them for six months and made a decree that only the Lord of the city would handle matters with suspicious mortals from thenceforth.” A dry laugh escaped his lips. “Which is how the damn fool ended up with a wife.”
Cassandra blinked, curious as to what her friend really did to become the Duchess of Burnrath. “How—”
“It’s a blasted long story.” He looked out the window, pointedly not wanting to elaborate.
She settled back against the carriage squabs, sighing in disappointment. It had been such a fascinating conversation, and so… companionable.
The cold silence became unbearable. Cassandra broke it once more. “Mr. Villar, thank you so much for bringing me to the party. I know it was not an enjoyable experience for you.”
“It was more tolerable than others.” The scars on his face were tight.
“Yes, I can imagine. I myself do not care much for balls and musicales. Though dinner parties with my colleagues are events I much enjoy. The intellectually stimulating conversations, the sharing of new discoveries…” She sighed in bliss. “About that auction…”
His brows drew together. “Don’t push your luck, Countess.” Rafael leaned forward until his knees nearly touched hers. “However, I have decided to bargain with you in regards to your other request.”
“Oh?” Her traitorous body quivered at his proximity.
Rafael’s voice was low and provocative as he answered slowly. “I will let you study me …in exchange for one thing.”
Her breath caught. “And that would be?”
His burning gaze swept her with tangible intensity. “I want a kiss …one for each study.”
Her heart lodged in her throat and her knees turned to water. Surely she could not have heard him correctly. “You want me to kiss you?”
“It is a human need I never quite outgrew.” His black hair fell in a heavy sheaf, hiding the scarred half of his face. “Even the most hardy prostitutes are reluctant to provide me that service, so I shall ask you.”
Cassandra’s mind and emotions roiled. How could he sound so cold and mention prostitutes even as he was speaking of the need for her kiss? And how could any woman be reluctant to do so? Were they frightened of his scars? The ones on his face were not even that prominent. Only a slight furrow of roughness along his temple and left cheek. She didn’t find them frightening. They made him appear powerful, a survivor.
With predatory grace Rafael leaned forward, placing a hand on each side of her hips. He moved closer until his face was inches from hers. “You did say you’d be willing to bargain anything, Countess.”
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