Literary Nymphs Interview
Title:
Confederate Moon
Author: Kayelle McClive
Publisher: Secret Cravings
Publishing
Genre:
Paranormal
Release
Date: Feb
12, 2013
Do you write in more than
one genre?
I
do. I also write contemporary romance. I find that I lean toward the paranormal
side just a wee bit more because I love that I can give characters powers that
can enhance them as well as the story.
What if any, is the hardest
part of writing for you?
Writing!
LOL
I
find it very hard to get started. I get these great ideas, I have the
characters, the plot but I can’t *start.* My husband will tell you I am the
worlds worst procrastinator. I always think that what I’m writing isn’t that
good and I need to plan more or research more. Once I finally get to writing, I
can churn out a lot of words per day but getting to that point is the hard part
for me.
What inspired the story?
My
husband and I do wedding photography and we were shooting a wedding at the
Farnsley/Mormen Landing in Louisiville,
KY. It was built around 1837 and
the original owners had slaves that worked on the farm. My husband was reading
some of the information that hung on the walls where the reception was being
held. He walked over to me and said. “What would happen if the South won the
Civil War because the vampires helped them to win and came out to the world?”
That simple question was the spark that turned into this novel. I did 2 years
of research before I actually wrote. Much of that research isn’t even in the
book but I had to know the world, I had to know the history before I changed it
into my own world.
In
an alternate world where the South wins the War of Aggression (Civil War),
Bryne Williams struggles to keep her small bar afloat, not knowing that she is
a powerful mage who has powers that Vampires and Werewolves would do anything
to control. When sexy, charismatic werewolf Nolan Shea shows up in her bar, she
knows nothing will ever be the same. She can’t take her mind off of him, but
after he tells her he bought the debt to her bar, she isn’t sure what he wants
with her. As Nolan becomes more a part of her life and her feelings for him
begin to grow and develop she questions him and his motives as well as those
around her. Can he protect her from those who want the power for themselves, or
will she find herself in the middle of a werewolf vampire war?
EXCERPT:
“Look at your neck and tell me you can decide who to
trust or not. God damnit!” he growled, slamming his hand into the steering
wheel before he ran it over his face.
I looked into the mirror and noticed the two small
wounds in my neck—a vampire bite. I looked over at him, then at the wounds,
touching them. They hurt, they were fresh, and the blood that remained on my
fingers was proof of that.
“What the hell is going on, Nolan? I just met you last
night and you’re ordering me around like a child. Who are you? Why did you buy
the bar, huh? You’re not telling me everything I need to know.” I could feel it
then, that he was hiding something from me.
He turned to look at me. “Promise me, Bryne that you
will not go to her or try and find out about your family, at least not from
her.”
“Why would I promise you anything?”
“Because I’m asking you to!” he yelled, but there was
a growl in it. It wasn’t a sound that could be mistaken for anything else. It
didn’t scare me as much as it made me angry. I folded my arms across my chest
and turned to look out the window. It wasn’t that he made me angry; it was the
gut reaction of wanting to obey him. I wanted to do what he told me, and I had
no clue why. It was the same feeling as when he’d told me to get into the
truck.
“Fine, Whatever,” I muttered. I wanted to get to my
place and away from Nolan. Whatever dreams I’d had about him last night were
totally ruined. To be honest, there was a part of me that found it kind of cool
that he was being all wolfy with me. I mean I barely knew the guy so Estellan
must be really bad news for him to be so adamant about me staying away from
her.
Neither of us spoke the rest of the ride back. The
only sounds were those of the truck on the road and the storm that raged
overhead.
The minute Nolan put the truck into park, I threw the
door open and headed for the front door. I had nothing to say to him right
then, and the farther I was from him the better. I fumbled with the keys that
hung around my wrist, trying to find the right one as the rain soaked me. I
heard the door slam and knew he was right behind me.
“Bryne, stop!” he said as he grabbed the keys from my
hand. I hated his damn wolf fast reflexy…whatever it was!
“Give me the keys. I promised I would stay away from
her, now leave me alone.”
“I need to explain,” he said right before thunder
shook the ground as it rolled through the sky.
“Explain what? That you said you owned me?” I yelled
back at him. I took a step forward, pointing a finger at him. “You don’t own
me, you got that? You bought the bar debt. You didn’t buy me. I’m not a whore.
I’m not your slave, and you can’t treat me like a child.” I jabbed my finger
into his chest. “So back the fuck off, mister!” I didn’t care that I was
getting wet or that I was arguing with a werewolf on the sidewalk in front of
my bar. A very gorgeous, sexy werewolf who’d just carried me over his shoulder
out of a vampire’s house.
The next thing I knew his hands were on my face and he
was kissing me. Dear God could he kiss! If I thought the dream I’d had the
night before was amazing, this put it to shame. The real thing was way
better than a dream. His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue pushed into
my mouth making my knees weak.
Kissing him back was instinct and without a thought I
grabbed the belt loops of his jeans, holding on as we kissed. I didn’t care
that we were standing there in heavy rain, or that the winds had picked up
around us. All I cared about was the feel of his lips on mine, and his tongue
swirling against my own. The connection I’d felt the night before returned, the
heat from him filled me up, wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I wanted
to stay there forever. I gripped his belt loops tighter, wanting to hold onto
him as long as I could.
He pulled back from me quickly and stared down at me,
water running down his face, dripping from his beard. “You need to get inside
and get dry. I’ll be by later this afternoon with the paperwork.”
And without another word he pushed
my keys into my hand and left me standing there, lips still swollen and
throbbing, my body instantly cold.
Where can we find your website?
Confederate Moon won Third Place in the
Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight Contest in 2012
I reside
in Southern Indiana with my husband Rick, 4 of
my 5 kiddos, an adopted daughter and 1 grandchild. I am a self- proclaimed
fan-girl, a hockey fan and music lover.
I love talking to readers and fans and encourage and welcome emails!!
