Today I’m excited to host the talented J. Paulette Forshey. We’ll be talking about her new breed of biters.
ME: Your book, The Tarczal Alliance, features a race of vampiric creatures called Tarczals. Can you tell us more about them?
PAULETTE: First question everyone asks me is, how do you pronounce Tarczal? I have no idea how the word is actually pronounced, and yes, it is a real word. I pronounce it Tars-cell. My friends, the Tarczals, are a race of humans who live to be 1,000 -1,500 years old. They eat, drink, give birth and raise their young as any of us would. Their children don’t develop their feeding teeth and consume blood until after their second birthday. BTW ladies, Logan has a great tan with no lines, so that tells you they don’t have a problem with the sun. Tarczals can’t contract or carry diseases, and heal quickly. They age at the same rate as we common humans, until they reach twenty-five, then their aging process slows considerably. Tarczals age approximately one year, for every 20 of our years. They consume nourishment (blood) from live paid donors called coms. Each Tarczal feeds according to his own needs, once a day, three times a week, ect. I know I’d like to be on their payroll just for the benefits (sitting on a hunks lap while he nibbles on your neck).
ME: Who is your hero and what is he like? Did you have an actor or celebrity in mind when you dreamt him up?
PAULETTE: Logan Kincaid is a strong caring man, intelligent, handsome, loyal, with a wicked sense of humor, and a very private man. Logan didn’t start out resembling anyone at first, later; I thought a young Pierce Brosnan would be a good match. Now, I think Joe Manganiello who plays the werewolf, Alcide Herveaux, on True Blood would make a good Logan.
ME: Now tell us a little bit about your heroine. What popular actress or celebrity does she resemble (if any)?
PAULETTE: Allyson Weston has always been that ‘good girl’ the one who tries to please everyone even to the determent of her own well being. Then she found her spine. The picture of the girl on The Tarczal Alliance cover was spot on for me, don’t know who she is, but that’s Allyson.
ME: What do you think your readers will like most about your story?
PAULETTE: I hope it’s my new breed of biter, the Tarczals, next, would be the love story between lovers Logan and Allyson. Last would be the Tarczal world I created.
ME: What types of stories do you like to read and who is your favorite author?
PAULETTE: I read romance, and paranormal (vampires). Favorite author, hmmm, it would have to be a tie between Elaine Bergstrom (vampires) and Nora Roberts (romance), both have such rich characters. I wonder what a vampire story between these two would be like?
ME: You write paranormal erotic romance. What in particular drew you to this genre?
PAULETTE: Paranormal erotic romance, I love when people call it that, to me it’s just good old, man + woman = great romantic sex. I’ve always loved vampires, they’re romantic, bad boys of course by nature, tortured souls, you just want to cuddle them, kiss it, and make it all better. Then there’s the looking young and like a stud thing, the blood, the sex, and the sucking, ha!
ME: What’s next for you? Do you plan on writing any other books in this series?
PAULETTE: Yes, the next one should be finished this year (keeping fingers crossed), the working title is The Archway. It’s a paranormal time travel involving a mere 225 year old Tarczal named, Ronan ‘The Pale Wolf’ Cynewulf, living in 1345 England, and a modern day woman, Julianne Cater. She is transported back in time thanks to a coven of Machavaya (gypsy) witches. I know, it’s crazy jumping from a contemporary paranormal to a time travel paranormal, but the characters want what they want. As for a series, they’re more like connected stories, there isn’t a book one, two, ect. I’m hoping to have a total of eight books with my Tarczals, even one involving a vacation on a cruise ship.
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Logan Kincaid was trying to find the spy in his company when she walked in, – long blond hair, longer legs, and intelligent green eyes – damn, all his weaknesses rolled into one. He’d lived for 445 yrs. believing the Blood Witches and T’yhiéls of his vampiric childhood were nothing but myths until one walked into his life and all hell broke loose.
Allyson Weston needed a scholarship to continue her career, and she wanted her abusive ex out of her life. Allyson got both and more when she found out the benefactor of the scholarship’s bite was worse than his bark and her ex was found dead in her driveway.
“You disagree the painting is showy?” He turned the subject back to the painting, and with practiced ease, he returned what he surmised was a compliment from the flush blooming on her cheeks. He indulged himself by allowing his gaze to rake over her. A whine like a mosquito’s settled in his ears.
“The artist captured Kandinsky’s style completely,” she sputtered. Logan didn’t give a damn about the painting or the artist. He wondered if the large, dark purple sweater that hung mid-thigh on her was an attempt to hide her body. If that was her goal, the tight black stretch pants, and thigh-high ebony suede boots were a poor choice. Any movement pulled the sweater tight like a second skin over her compact, lithe body.
“Absolutely. He copied a style. You wouldn’t have, Ms?” She fidgeted, and the movement caused the sweater to pull snug over her breasts making them stand out like ripened fruit and accented her flat stomach. Nice. Bet that stomach quivers when a tongue is run over it. Wonder what she’d do with a tongue in her belly button? She’s probably a giggler. He licked his lips. And a squirmer. It was apparent she had no idea what she did to him. He didn’t mind. Several parts of his anatomy were already stirring in response. Her front equaled the heart-shaped derriere he’d seen earlier while she browsed the competition.
“Weston. Allyson Weston. How did you know I paint?” The tiny frown across her brow made him want to laugh. So this was the estranged wife of his latest hire, Michael Weston. During the job interview Michael had constantly moaned and bitched about his soon-to-be-ex-wife. Guess Michael didn’t grasp he’d let go of an extraordinary woman. Logan let his gaze travel down to her legs, dancer’s legs, long and well-defined. Legs any man would enjoy wrapped around him.
Smoothly, Logan reached down, slipping his hand under hers bringing both up to eye level. “You have paint under your nails.” His thumb brushed the skin of her knuckles.
Quickly, she withdrew her hand from his. Next, she folded her arms across her mid-section, lifting the orbs and tucking her hands safely under her arms.
Logan’s smile widened. “Do you have family in town?” His attention wandered back to the boots she wore. The way they encased her legs from toe to over the knee were a wonderful enticement, and his imagination flared to a deliciously wicked conclusion when she interrupted his assessment of her intriguing appendages by blurting out. “An STB.”
How fresh, honest, and naive she was. Logan bit back a chuckle. Heroes and bartenders: everyone trusted them, confiding intimate details of their lives they’d never reveal to anyone else, an interesting quirk of human nature. He arched an eyebrow in query, and she clarified. “Soon-to-be-ex-husband.”
He stopped himself before he could lick his lips. At the same time the essence of her blood rose from beneath her skin to mingle with the pungent leather of her boots. He inhaled more deeply, drawing it inside him, and swirled his tongue in his mouth to better experience the bouquet. Sweet, delicate, and exotic. Fit for the gods. He stopped his feeder teeth from slipping into place. A taste of her blood would never be enough, and an ocean too little for a man to quench his thirst. Stunned, he wondered where that thought come from, while trying to wish away the growing arousal in his groin. The whirr in his ears grew a little louder.
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A companion piece to the The Tarczal Alliance is on Paulette’s website under Free Reads, titled, The Tarczal Connection. You can also find two short stories she sold to ‘Every Night Erotica’ under the name Genevieve Delacroix: Job Security and The Billiards Game. Paulette just sold a contemporary romance, Chances Taken, set in Ireland, to Whispers Publishing. (Congrats!) Keep checking her website for a release date.
Paulette would love to know what people think of her new breed of biter, The Tarczals and their world. Do you think the world is ready for some more hot vamp-like studs, lol? J