Just in time for the holiday season, I have author J. Paulette Forshey here talking about her latest release: 33 Days Til Christmas.
ME: Your book, 33 Days Til Christmas, features the archangel Gabriel. Can you tell us a bit about it?
PAULETTE: Gabriel is having a problem with humans, specifically their lack of Christmas Spirit, or at least he thinks that’s what his dilemma is. An angel losing his way is one thing, but an archangel, that’s disastrous. The Boss decides to send Gabriel on a working vacation, in human form, to guard a woman for the next thirty-three days. Gabriel knows nothing more than that, he’s a good soldier and does what he’s told without question.
ME: What made you decide to write a Christmas story featuring an archangel?
PAULETTE: At least you didn’t ask why a person who usually deals with vampires and dragons would want to write a story with angels in it. For a long time I really wanted to do a Christmas tale based on the holiday story “Gift of the Magi”, but never found the right vehicle to express the emotion of sacrifice as in that wonderful tale. When Whispers Publishing asked for holiday submissions based on a holiday classic the words “terminally ill woman helps a disillusioned angel find his Christmas Spirit”, popped into my head. After that I figured if an angel was cynical it would have to be an archangel, they see the worst side of us.
ME: What do you think your readers will like most about your story?
PAULETTE: That even the strongest, most faithful of us needs help now and then, and small towns still have big hearts.
ME: If you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would it be and why?
PAULETTE: You mean besides that multi-millions winning lottery ticket? Okay, serious now, I’d love to have every child in the USA go to bed with a full stomach, many don’t. We’re too great of a nation to have this happening to our own. And I step down off that soap box.
ME: Can you tell us about some of the other books you have available?
PAULETTE: “Oooo,” she says gleefully rubbing her hands together. “Yes, I can.”
“The Tarczal Alliance” which is about my own breed of blood drinkers is the start to my Tarczal series. I just love the Tarczal guys so alpha and not looking for love, until it and the woman who rides in with it smacks them in the face.
“Chances Taken” my contemporary romance whisks you off to the Emerald Isle where asking for a ride can get you more than you expected.
The Tarczal Alliance and Chances Taken are available from www.whispershome.com
“Cat and the Wizard” is an adult fairy tale written in the language of traditional Celtic folklore. This book is available from Smashwords.
ME: So what’s next for you?
PAULETTE: I’m gleefully working on a horror short “The Estate”, what else do you write this time of year, due out July 2012 from Whispers Publishing. It’s about magical books, an abandoned house, and a spirit looking for love. Also, hoping to have the next in the Tarczal series, The Archway, finished and out, it’s a time travel romance.
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Blurb: Archangel Gabriel is sent to Earth in human form to keep a woman, Zippy, safe for the next thirty-three days. He’s not told why, only that he must protect her. He finds his job is more difficult than he imagined, Gabriel has to watch over Zippy without falling in love with her. But when Zippy ends up in his arms there’s only so much an angel can do.
Gabriel Archer hunched his shoulders in his bomber jacket bringing the sheepskin collar up further on his bare neck. His gloveless hands were thrust deep in its pockets. The cold air nipped at the tip of his nose, while his boots crunched the snow and ice beneath them as he made his way among the shoppers. This was his third trip up and down the crowded sidewalks. The people were thick on both sides pushing, shoving, and bumping into each other without an “excuse me” or “sorry.”
Most grumbled under their breath, some didn’t care and said one of several expletives common to the time. The masses seemed to have no thoughts on their minds other than finding that perfect gift, even if it meant maxing out their credit cards.
Yeah, they had the Christmas spirit all right.
He’d been sent here to find and protect one woman for the next thirty-three days. He hadn’t seen any sign of her yet, and day was quickly turning to night. To make matters worse, The Boss sent him here without his powers. He was to do this job as a human. Who said The Boss didn’t have a sense of humor? Many didn’t think The Boss did, when actually, He had a good one, and at times it could be labeled as twisted. One word came to mind about The Boss’s humor, platypus. Gabriel shook his head. He was still trying to figure that one out and why The Boss snorted and guffawed when the word platypus was uttered.
“Excuse me. Happy Holidays!”
The voice yanked him from his morose thoughts.
The voice, clear in the crisp air, rang out over the clash of bodies and traffic. Gabriel focused on the sweet sound and zeroed in on her voice. A dark blur caught his peripheral vision amidst the colorful shoppers snatching his attention away from her for a split second.
A terrified scream yanked him back. His assignment was flying through the air…straight into the path of an oncoming car.
Gabriel vaulted a bench, hit the ground running, and didn’t think; he just dove. He was a warrior and fierce as they come.
His six foot six frame wrapped around her mere five foot seven one as he snatched her from the path of the car sliding on the ice straight for her. The throngs on the sidewalk had bumped her into its path.
Twisting his linebacker’s bulk to take the impact of the landing, he smacked the frozen ground, breaking their fall. They skittered across the slippery road, causing other pedestrians to scatter out of the way. He slid with her atop him to finally land in a heap against a pile of snow left by a plow.
Great puffs of white escaped from his mouth as his inside warmth met the frigid outside air. He’d never seen his breath before. Holiday lights danced above his head from strings on lampposts blinking their celebratory colors. Quarter-sized snowflakes drifted lazily down on his dark chestnut hair like an afterthought to splat on his nose and cheeks.
All new experiences for him.
“Wow! That was some ride.” She squirmed against him. “Hmm, sir, you can let go of me now.”
Gabriel lay on his back and dipped his chin to look at the bundle he held tight to his chest. Pansies. Big. Spring. Purple pansies, was his first thought. He’d never seen eyes that shade on a person. Her skin, almost translucent, made the dots of pink from the cold on her cheeks stand out like paint on a doll’s face. A red and green knit cap adorned hair as black and shiny as a crow’s wing, hair that swooped forward to brush and tickle his nose.
“Sir, are you okay?” said the bundle that wiggled against him, stirring things down below that shouldn’t be stirring. After all, he was an angel, and angels weren’t supposed to have stirrings.
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So what is your favorite Christmas memory?