Help me welcome erotic Romance author Bronwyn Green!

     

NOTE:  portions of this interview including covers and excerpts contain adult language and material which may be objectionable to some.

Today's guest is multipublished erotic Romance author Bronwyn Green! Welcome, Bron! Tell us a little about yourself.

Thanks for inviting me, Fran! I live in Michigan with my wonderful husband and two hilarious teenage sons and our six (no, that’s not a typo) cats. I consider myself to be one of the luckiest people on the planet. I have a great life, filled with fantastic friends and family and a job I love. Who could ask for anything more? Well, there’s that trip to Europe that I’d like to take. Someday, hopefully…

How do you find ideas for your books? Real happenings? Dreams? A great imagination?

I think it’s a combination. There’s always something that triggers an idea, then imagination takes over from there. Sometimes it’s a conversation or a song, other times it’s something n the news or something that’s happened to me or someone I know. A lot of people get story ideas based on dreams, but mine are just too bizarre-o to ever incorporate into a story.

Tell me a little about your new book.

Immortal Curse is a story about a reluctant medium that’s being haunted by the ghost of an eighteenth century schoolmaster.It is being released TODAY from Resplendence Publishing.

How did the inspiration for this work come to you?

Well, last October, my friend Kelly came for a visit and on Halloween we decided to go take pictures of orbs in local graveyards. While we were out we stumbled across the abandoned one room schoolhouse where my dad and my uncles used to attend school back in the fifties. It was after midnight and spooky as hell, so we didn’t go inside. A few days later, I told my friend Jen about it. She decided that we needed to go back and check out the house in the daylight. As we approached the building, the basement door started opening and closing. Like dumbasses, we went inside and looked around and I took some pictures. Other than the creepy door opening and closing, we didn’t see much and we left.

On the way home, I got a call from Brynn and the conversation went like this:

Brynn: Don’t go back to the schoolhouse.
Me: Why?
Brynn: Because some damn freaky, skulky-looking ghost showed up in my bathroom while I was in the shower. It wants you to leave. It says you guys aren’t listening.
After I apologized profusely to Brynn and promised that I’d never go back to the schoolhouse, again. I knew I had to write Ian and Emma’s story. For the record, Ian’s much nicer (and hotter) than the skeezy looking ghost that showed up in Brynn’s bathroom.
You can see pictures of the actual schoolhouse here. http://bronwyngreenblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-stuff-to-look-at.html

Congratulations on your success as an author. How many books do you have in print (or e-pub) now? Do you have a favorite?

Well, let’s see…I have three out in print so far and the release of Immortal Curse makes e-book number 14. Choosing a favorite is hard, but I’m especially fond of Moonlit Magic, Ronan’s Grail, Just Right and now, Immortal Curse.

What does your writing schedule look like? What's your best time of day to write? Are you a morning writer or a night owl?

My best time of day to write is between 9 pm and 3 am…unfortunately having to get up at 5 am puts a damper on that, so I have to force myself to write during other times.

Do you have another project in the works?

I have the next Witch Way book, a faery ménage, a shifter ménage and a super secret project. ;)

Did you bring a blurb or excerpt?

Why, yes I did.

Blurb:

Cursed by a witch, Ian O’Meara has been trapped between the world of the living and the spirit realm for the last hundred and fifty years. Annoyed by having his eternity interrupted by amateur ghost hunters, he reaches through the veil to Emma Boulton knowing she can see and hear him even if the others can’t. When he discovers she can also feel him, he decides Emma is the most exciting thing to happen to him in the last century. Suddenly, escaping his miserable curse isn't quite so appealing.

Much to her dismay, Emma has been able to see ghosts ever since she was a child. Most of the time she ignores them, but Ian makes that all but impossible. With his dark good looks and his brooding personality, he’s a gothic novel hero come to life...so to speak. She knows she should help him toward the light, but the only place he seems to be interested in is her bed. Falling in love with the charming spirit is all too easy, but is a future together possible between the living and the dead?

Excerpt:

Emma Boulton let herself sink beneath the surface of the steaming water, hoping the heat of the bath would ease the tension from her neck and shoulders. On a good day, teaching high school level English was difficult. On a day like today, it was hell on earth.

Amber, one of her students, was back in school after having missed several days to attend her grandmother’s funeral. Unfortunately, the spirit of said grandmother decided to come to class with Amber. Once the old woman had figured out Emma could see her, she’d spent the entire day in her room, throwing markers, fiddling with the window blinds and dropping books.

Only one student had caught sight of the spirit, but she’d wisely put her head down and closed her eyes. Normally, not paying attention in class was an instant detention, but Emma wasn’t about to send her to the principal’s office. Hell, if she could have gotten away with putting her head down on the desk and ignoring it, she would have done the same thing. It wasn’t that she was afraid of ghosts, per se. But they were dead and the dead belonged on the other side—instead of staying here and throwing spit wads at the living.

Emma had stayed until even the cleaning crew had left the building and tried to convince Amber’s grandmother to move on. It had taken several long hours, but eventually the old woman crossed over.

Gripping the rim of the claw-foot tub, Emma pulled herself up to the surface and wiped the water from her eyes. She opened them, and a scream caught in her chest. A tall and decidedly transparent man leaned against her sink. Dressed as he was in a black suit, complete with a long frock coat, he looked like an antique photograph come to life. Shaggy, dark brown hair drooped across his forehead, and he pushed it aside. Deep blue eyes watched her intently.

“For fuck’s sake,” she was finally able to mutter.

“Language, Miss Boulton.”

She grabbed a towel and quickly stood to wrap it around herself. Pointing at the door, she said, “Out. Out of my bathroom. Out of my house. Out of this plane of existence, already.”

A dark eyebrow rose. “I’d love to. Really, I would.” An Irish accent colored his words, and his deep voice wrapped her in tingling warmth. “However, I’m not leaving until you convince your harridan of a sister and her equally obnoxious companion to leave.”

“What?”

“Your sister.” He spoke slowly as though he thought she were an idiot. “Is in my schoolhouse. With her friend—the girl with red hair. They’re not listening.”

Realization sank like a stone in her stomach. “The abandoned schoolhouse on eighty-fourth street.”

“The same. They have an Ouija board.” Distain dripped from his voice. “A pink Ouija board.”

She was going to kill Meaghan. And her friend, Rowan. She’d told them time and time again to stay away from there, but they didn’t listen. Now, she had to deal with a pissed off ghost.

“Look, I’m sorry they disturbed you, but they really don’t mean any harm.”

“I don’t care. I want them out.”

She sighed. Meaghan wanted nothing more than to see the same spirits Emma did, but it wasn’t where her gift lay. She was a seer—not a medium. Of course, Emma heartily wished she wasn’t a medium at the moment.

Tightening the towel around herself, she walked past the apparition. Just as she was about to pass through the bathroom door, he moved in front of her, simply appearing there in that annoying way ghosts had. Her next step carried her directly through his body, but instead of the icy cold that normally accompanied spirit contact, her body flushed with heat. She whirled to look at him, her surprise mirrored perfectly on his face.

“I can feel you,” he whispered, sounding as shaken as she felt.

Ooooh...sounds fabulous! You can bet I will be gonig to check this one out!

Now that we have the author stuff, I'm asking some non-author stuff!
Quick Quiz:

Coffee or tea? Tea…unless it’s a Starbucks venti cinnamon dolche latte

Divinity or fudge? My mom’s fudge – it’s the best there is.

Dogs or cats? Cats all the way.

Spring or Autumn? I love both – they both seem so magical and full of promise.

TV or Reading? Reading – unless it’s time for Supernatural.

Diet or original? Original

Twilight or Potter? Potter

Sunny or rainy? Rainy

Romance or mystery? Romance

Blond(e) or brunet(te)? Brunet

Thanks so much for coming over and sharing with us today!  Where can your readers find you on the web?

You can find me at: www.bronwyngreen.com/Bronwyn_Green_-_Believe_in_the_Magic_of_Love.html

Thanks again for inviting me! It's been fun!

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