This book has such a beautiful cover! Okay, enough of that. With an average rating of 4.55 on GoodReads, the reviews have all been positive with nothing lower than 4 out of 5 stars. Might be an interesting book to add to your To-Read shelf.
When did you know first discover you wanted to be a writer and why writing?
Since I can remember I’ve loved stories, and I come from a family of writers, so I knew I wanted to be an author my whole life.
Tell us about your book and why you wrote it?
I went through a Gothic Romance stage in High School. I always wanted to see if I could write one.
What message or lasting thought do you hope your readers will take away from your book?
Redemption, or changing your ways is always possible. The heroine’s love interest, Victor is an antihero, who finally figures how to turn his life around with his brother’s and the heroine’s help.
What author and/or what book has had the greatest impact on your life?
Can you offer any advice for beginning writers or those trying to get published?
Beside your book, are there any other books you would recommend reading?
Any books you read are good, but if you’re a writer, you should probably read and enjoy the genre you hope to publish in.
What real-life inspirations did you draw from for the world-building within your book?
Other Than probably is the result of all the Gothic romances I devoured as a teenager and still add to my reading list today. Another example might be my novel Dark Bringer where I combined my childhood fantasies about the dark with a week-long power outage I lived through. I really missed the lights, heat and electronics I usually take for granted.
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I loved writing the Howler attacks. Particularly when Evie’s father was murdered because of the emotional pull.
What are your future project(s)?
I’m working on a series called The Fairy Tale Effect, and I’m super excited to say that Other Than will soon be available as an audiofile.
Jeans or sweats? Jeans
Coffee or Tea? Earl Grey
Chocolate or Chips? Chocolate
Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxer briefs
Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla
Published: January 27,2017
Genre– a Gaslamp Fantasy/ Paranormal Historical Romance
It only takes one drink from the Water of Immortality to kill Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality, and zombie cannibals crave living flesh.
Her only hope of escape rests in the hands of the one man who would see her fail. Bound to her by cords stronger than death, Lord Victor Lowell is both the man of her dreams, and her darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess. Drawn to the compellingly gallant and vulnerable soul behind his mercurial humors, Evie can only watch as protecting her forces Victor to sacrifice yet more of himself to the ancient evil long tethered to his soul.
Trapped in an ever-escalating war they can’t stop, Victor and Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass blackness tears at Evie, ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will to do whatever it takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight. Battle lines drawn, the soul mates resolve to find redemption or die trying.
He materialized in the inky shadow.
Or rather his apparition did. His ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and lithe. Against his shadowed form, the string glimmered like liquid silver. Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the spectral bands to the floor until a coil lay between him and her.
Something inside her chest fluttered. “You followed me.”
He nodded. With a slight shrug, he spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
She wanted to turn, giving him her back, but her betraying gaze remained fixated upon him. When he paced around her, she waved him away. “Don’t.”
He caught her hand and placed an insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help you…please.”
A gallant gesture, perhaps, but her skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of his stance, the twitch along his jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How could he think of helping her when he was in so much pain?
Ordinarily, she might be grateful. Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.
She ripped her cooling flesh from his spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”
“Good.” He gave her a rakish smirk. “Because I’m not kind.”
She shook her head, biting back the emerging smile that had no place on her countenance. She couldn’t be civil, couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go on like this—stuck betwixt life and death.”
“You must. Don’t you see, sweet dove? You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”
Mia Jo Celeste comes from a family of writers and English teachers, so it was no surprise when she chose to pursue both careers. She grew up watching horror movies and reading romances. To her, the two genres go together like salty and sweet in kettle corn.
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