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Interview with author of The Angel’s Hunter, Holley Trent!

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Fans have clamored for fallen angel Tamatsu’s story, which now unfolds in book two of the Masters of Maria saga by USA TODAY bestselling author Holley Trent.

Cursed by his vengeful elf ex-lover eight hundred years ago, Tamatsu lost not only his voice but his power, and became consumed by a ravenous hunger for food, sex, violence, and other earthly pleasures. Now he’s ready to make a deal with his former flame and tormentor: the return of his voice in exchange for the location of her missing elf queen.

But the Fates have a way of throwing monkey wrenches into the best-laid plans. After so many years in the human realm, Noelle isn’t sure she can remember what happened to his voice or even what made her mad enough to curse Tamatsu in the first place…

Can she find a way to make amends with the only person who’s capable of balancing her? Tamatsu must also decide if being intimate with Noelle again is worth exacerbating his insatiable appetites. It’s not a match made in heaven, but they could make a hell of a team.

 

 

Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself!

I’m from Colorado via eastern North Carolina. I’ve lived here in the Rockies long enough that my dental hygienist claims I don’t even have a Southern accent anymore (I do. Catch me when I’m tired or annoyed.).

 

I moved here with my husband and kids because he works in a small enough industry that sometimes career advancement means a 1600-mile relocation. After five years in Colorado, the high elevation no longer causes me to wheeze when I’m climbing stairs, but my hair and I really miss humidity.

 

I write fulltime, and try to travel as often as I can to keep the creative well filled.

 

Tell us about your book? How did it get started?

The Angel’s Hunger is second in the Masters of Maria series, which is a collection featuring a bunch of world-weary supernatural beings in fictional Maria, New Mexico. The hero, Tamatsu, is a voiceless fallen angel. His ex-lover—an elf named Noelle—magically swiped his voice in an act of revenge eight hundred years ago, and he’s trying to get it back. There’s power in his voice.

 

Tamatsu was originally introduced in the earlier series set in Maria, Desert Guards, and that was spun off of a series called Sons of Gulielmus. Noelle, on the other hand, is a newcomer to the series.

 

How do you create your characters?

Very rarely do I sit down and plot out how a character will behave. I’m not that structured of a writer, and plus my writing style is highly improvisational. In general, I know my characters’ personalities (e.g. Tamatsu is the strong silent type with questionable morals and Noelle is assertive, outgoing, and vengeful), and I jump into the first draft shaping their back stories around their traits, rather than the other way around. I want my characters to be memorable, so I’m constantly looking for ways to make each one quirky and different from the last.

 

What inspires and what got you started in writing?

I’m a people watcher. I’m fascinated by the ways people interact with each other and how they navigate the world. I’m always asking myself “Why?” and “What if?” Why might a jogger be wearing mis-matched sneakers? What if the bus driver with the buttery baritone got discovered by a talent scout while at work?

 

Those questions I ask myself tend to spark new ideas for fictional characters, and all I have to do is make their unique bits grander.

 

My sister and I would both write little stories as kids and we’d swap and read what each other had wrote. I’m sure we wrote a few plays and some rap songs that will never see the light of day, too. Storytelling is fun when you can get readers to react in some way, whether it’s to laugh, or nod in solidarity with a character, or to gasp or groan.

 

Where do you write? Is there something you need in order to write (music, drinks?)

I’m a creature of habit. For the most part, I write in my home office, and my method is to keep my butt in my chair for an hour at a time until I get done everything on my to-do list. I prefer silence, and I can’t write without my 30/30 productivity timer (keeps me on task) and my SelfControl program which locks me out of social media on my computer during work hours (I still sneak on via my phone sometimes).

 

What do you like to read?

I like hilarious cozy mysteries, but most of my reading time is devoted to romance of all kinds. My subgenre preferences change with the seasons. Right now, I’m in a historical romance (19th century England) glut. I don’t foresee that changing any time soon. Prior to that, I read a lot of extra-spicy science fiction romance, but I write that under another pen name and tend not to read widely in that category during the time I’m writing it.

 

What would your advice to be for authors or aspiring in regards to writing?

 

Develop your author voice (which is to say your personality in text) first and foremost, and worry about the grammar and structure later. Style is what sets one author apart from another who writes the same sort of book, and it’s best to establish that early on and finding a fan base who loves it instead of letting it out over time and having to constantly rebrand yourself. Exhausting!

 

Links

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071XSW2RL

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-angels-hunger-holley-trent/1126245458

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Holley_Trent_The_Angel_s_Hunger?id=37GvDgAAQBAJ

https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-angels-hunger/id1227549954

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-angel-s-hunger

 

 

Blurb

 

Cursed by his vengeful elf ex-lover eight hundred years ago, Tamatsu lost not only his voice but his power, and became consumed by a ravenous hunger for food, sex, violence, and other earthly pleasures. Now he’s ready to make a deal with his former flame and tormentor: the return of his voice in exchange for the location of her missing elf queen.

 

But the Fates have a way of throwing monkey wrenches into the best-laid plans. After so many years in the human realm, Noelle isn’t sure she can remember what happened to his voice or even what made her mad enough to curse Tamatsu in the first place…

 

Can she find a way to make amends with the only person who’s capable of balancing her? Tamatsu must also decide if being intimate with Noelle again is worth exacerbating his insatiable appetites. It’s not a match made in heaven, but they could make a hell of a team.

 

 

Excerpt

 

After two hundred years, Fionnuala was down to wisps of power. Only a few of her old tricks remained, but she still had anger.

Anger worked even if magic didn’t.

She held onto a thick branch of the maple, letting her legs dangle below. As blood flow returned to her numb feet, she watched the women put up their hair.

They didn’t care that they were naked.

How long had they spent in such a manner in each other’s company to become so comfortable?

Trí lá,” she snarled through clenched teeth, and dropped to her feet onto the path with her hand already clenched around her sword hilt. Three days.

The women yelped with fright, but then two of them breathed relieved sighs. After all, they knew her—the foreign woman who’d been traveling with the big man who’d rendered them awestruck with as little as a nod. They’d offered hospitality, but Fionnuala should have known not to trust them. Her bigger mistake was thinking that she could trust him.

Their mouths were running as fast as hummingbird wings as she approached. She hadn’t learned their language yet, but she could tell they weren’t scared. They were excited. For all she knew, they could have been relaying intimate details about the man within, or giving him tips on how to make love to him as though she were just one more strumpet for him.

They weren’t afraid yet, but she had no doubts that they would be soon enough.

She pushed through the chattering peasant gauntlet and into the house. Her feet knew the way even before her gaze landed on the stark naked giant seated on a cushion by the hearth.

Beautiful, devastating Tamatsu.

Hers, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t leave. She wasn’t going to be one of many. She was supposed to be his only. That was what her dreams had told her, and her body, too. She hadn’t been able to draw a deep breath since she’d met him. Her anxiety wouldn’t ebb until they were perfectly in sync, and that took time for elves. Months, maybe. Years for her parents.

She hadn’t had nearly long enough with Tamatsu.

He’d barely opened his mouth before she’d put her hands around his throat and said in Gaelic, “When I’m gone, never forget that you needed three to replace me.”

Whatever rebuttal he was going to make wasn’t voiced, because he had no voice. She pulled it inside her and, unsheathing her sword with one hand and swiping a charm of confusion in front of his face with the other, she backed away.

He’d hurt her in the worst way a mate possibly could, so she wanted to hurt him, too. She wasn’t only taking his voice, but the parcel of power attached to it. She’d seen the terrible deeds he could set in motion with a whisper. He could rend great faults into land and mend them. He could make entire forests grow up around him and then raze them all in a minute. He could manipulate the flow of water in ways she’d probably never understand. And he could move between realms that no other creatures could even fathom.

He’d probably even touched the sun.

He hadn’t scared her. She’d been in awe of him. Her power may have been waning; his was inexhaustible. He was going to keep her safe the way her fellow guards once had. He’d be the partner she hadn’t found amongst her own kind, but already, he’d proven he didn’t deserve her trust.

Obviously, he didn’t deserve her love, either.

Shaking her head as she backed away, she let angry tears burn down her cheeks, and her heart ached at his vacant stare.

If she were lucky, for a few minutes he’d remain frozen and she could get far enough away that he wouldn’t be able to track her. A normal man might not have woken up for days, but he wasn’t a man. He was a fallen angel. She shouldn’t have expected him to be good.

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