Even as a child, Michelle wasn’t afraid of the things that went bump in the night. In fact, the thought of a world where werewolves roamed and Dracula reigned king may seem like an eldritch dream to most, but was exciting to Michelle. Instead of turning on a light for comfort, she reveled in the dark, imagining the lives of what was out there roaming the night and frightening those who didn’t truly appreciate how interesting the supernatural really were.
Nowadays, her visions continuously take shape as she brings life to the worlds she has imagined since childhood. The wild imaginings that often got Michelle out of, or more often into, trouble as a young girl have informed and enriched her storytelling as an adult, bringing a fresh new voice to the paranormal romance genre.
What gave you the idea for Of A Darker Nature?
My love of everything paranormal. I’m always dreaming up new ideas and they always seem to come at the most inconvenient times like while driving, showering, etc.
Do you recall the first scene you wrote?
Yes, in the first chapter where Marcus rises off the autopsy table and comes to Emily’s rescue with the thermometer still stuck in his side… lol.
Did you have a scene that you loved but ended up cutting?
Though I did cut some scenes, there wasn’t one that I couldn’t live without. I did, however, cut an entire character from the story. I was a little sad to see her go because she was fashioned after someone I knew. In the end, she was just an extra body that wasn’t needed.
I usually have an a-ha moment, where an insignificant detail becomes something
really important. Did you have a moment like that? Will it spoil the plot to tell me
what it was?
I did! About halfway through the novel I had a big A-HA moment, but it would spoil the surprise if I tell you. :)
Are you surprised where the story took you? Or if ended up where you planned,
were you surprised how you got there?
Honestly, I’m always a little bit surprised. Although I usually have a loose plot planned out in my head, I usually just fly by the seat of my pants.
What story idea is sitting in the class right now, raising his hand madly, begging you to call on him?
I’ve already got a WIP involving reapers, ghosts and Death himself. But at the back of the room, there’s two ideas waving their arms like crazy and begging me to call on them next. Sequels to Of A Darker Nature and Marked Souls are next on the agenda.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Wendy!
Thank you so much for being here. And lovely readers, please check out the excerpt of Michelle’s recent release Of a Darker Nature below.
Of a Darker Nature Excerpt:
Marcus turned his gaze up to her, eyes dark pools of midnight. The points of his fangs dimpled the tender flesh and blood welled just below the surface. Panic took over and she shoved him backward. She scooted off the counter, pulling the shirt back over her shoulders. “Things are moving way too fast. I shouldn’t have let you go that far.”
He watched her with scary, dark eyes.
“Why don’t I run to town and get you some more blood?”
He grinned, fangs in full view. “I’m more interested in yours.”
She shrieked then darted past him. A piece of glass crunched beneath her heel and sent her stumbling.
Marcus gripped her shoulders, drew her against him and pinned her against the refrigerator. He didn’t seem to notice or care that she pushed against his chest in an effort to escape.
His mouth lingered just inches from her neck. The tips of his teeth grazed her throat and his breath tickled across her skin. Fangs pinched the delicate area, forcing a low moan from her.
“Please, Marcus.” She struggled to be heard over the roaring fear in her head. “Don’t do this.”
“Why must you torment me?” His lips tickled her skin.
Emily swallowed hard, afraid to move. Marcus’s desire still pressed against her and her own swirled low in her belly. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her shorts. She was tempted to throw caution to the wind and let him ravage her. But she had no assurances that he wouldn’t bleed her dry.
His hands were at her hips, pushing the denim lower. Next, his fingers hooked her panties. She shuddered against his cool skin and held her breath. He hadn’t backed away and his mouth was still at her throat.
“Marcus?” She was afraid to move or do more than whisper. This was unfamiliar territory and she didn’t know what might set him off. Sex she could handle, but the fangs at her throat were terrifying.
He surprised her by drawing back. Doubt surfaced behind his darkened eyes, but he didn’t take his gaze from her. In a roughened voice he said, “Walk away, don’t run.”