October is I :::Heart::: Paranormal Romance month at my blog. During these next thirty-one spooky days, besides the usual blog posts, I’m featuring authors who write paranormal romance. Today, I have Alice Renaud in the interview chair. We’re discussing Mermaids Marry in Green, book three in the Sea of Love series. Be sure to check out the excerpt.
1. What drew you to writing paranormal romance?
Alice: I love fantasy and I’m a romantic at heart, so it is a natural fit. Why have horses when you can have unicorns?
2. What do you like most about writing paranormal romance?
Alice: The total freedom to create fantastical creatures and use magic anyway I want.
3. What do you like least about writing paranormal romance?
Alice: Editing and checking is always a lengthy, time consuming process whatever you write.
4. Why did you write the book you are featuring?
Alice: Caltha is a secondary character in the first two books of the Sea of Love series. I wanted to tell her story. She is a great kick ass heroine.
5. Why do you think readers should invest their time in reading paranormal romance?
Alice: Because it’s a wonderful way to escape reality.
Book Title: Mermaids Marry in Green
Series: Sea of Love, book 3
Author: Alice Renaud
Sub-Genre: Shifter, Fantasy
Book Length: 121 pages, 40,000 words
Release Date: November 1, 2020
Publisher: Black Velvet Seductions
Caltha the fierce shape shifting mermaid has no time for romance… but Jonty the warlock has a few tricks up his sleeve!
Blurb: Caltha Dooran is the toughest, fiercest shape-shifting mermaid in the western seas. She has three Clans to rule, and no time for romance. But when a warlock, Jonty, turns up and asks her to come with him to London to capture a water monster, she can’t say no. In London, away from her duties, her attraction for Jonty grows… and they soon fall under each other’s spell. But will his past and her responsibilities pull them apart, or can they find the only true magic, the one that binds two souls together?
Jonty’s head hit the pavement with a thud and searing pain lanced through his skull. He kicked, hard, and connected with one assailant’s groin. The man yelped and rolled off him, but the other attacker stamped on Jonty’s wrist. The bone-crunching torment made him gasp and open his hand. The thug picked up his gun and pointed it at him.
“I’d stay still if I were you.”
The incantation formed on his lips, almost without any intervention from his brain. Power crackled through him, then doubt sneaked in. He hadn’t used a fighting spell for a year and a half, not since that terrible night when he and Jackie had taken on the hags—and lost. Because he wasn’t as good as he’d believed. Because the spell hadn’t worked. Because he’d over-reached himself. And Jackie had paid the price for it. Grief crushed his chest, a feeling far more excruciating than the throbbing in his head and wrist. The magic in his body fizzled out. Once, he’d practised the spell so many times, he could have recited it in his sleep. But now he couldn’t have performed it even if he’d wanted to.
The hoodlum sneered. “You’re not much of a threat.”
“But I am.” Caltha’s sweet voice came from behind the man, and Jonty saw his expression change, his features contract in pain.
“Of course, you could shoot my friend,” Caltha carried on, conversationally. “But then you’ll be dead. See, if I turn the knife just a little bit to the right, it gets close to your artery, and—”
The thug gasped. “Stop!”
Jonty, numb with surprise, saw Caltha’s small white hand appear under the man’s chin, holding a long and very sharp knife. The other attacker was lying on the ground, unconscious. Shock gave way to wonder. He’d thought Caltha needed protecting. But he was the one lying helpless on the ground, whereas she’d knocked this man down like a bowling pin.
“You have a choice,” she said to the thug, in the same pleasant tone. “You can shoot, and then it will get very messy. Especially for you and your friend over there. I haven’t killed him—yet—but I can change my mind. I’m fickle like that.”
She pressed the tip of the knife against the man’s throat, and a drop of blood appeared, as bright and red as a ruby. The thug grew very pale and beads of sweat glinted on his forehead.
“Or you could drop the gun and run away, and we’ll all live! Wouldn’t that be nice?”
The man let the gun clatter to the ground. Jonty scrambled to his feet and picked it up. Caltha removed the knife from the thug’s throat. He turned and ran, without a second glance at his inert companion.
Caltha slid the knife into the lining of her boot and turned to Jonty. “Are you OK?”
Shame crept over him like lava. He’d been worse than useless. He’d put her in danger and then proven himself incapable of protecting her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know who these guys are, or why they went for us.”
Alice lives in London, UK, with her husband and son. By day she’s a compliance manager for a pharmaceutical company. By night she writes fantasy romance about shape shifting mermen, water monsters and time-travelling witches. Her first book, “A Merman’s Choice,” was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. The second book, “Music for a Merman,” is out now and the third, “Mermaids Marry in Green,” will be released on 1 November. Alice has also written a short story, “The Sweetest Magic of All,” included in the BVS “Mystic Desire” anthology, out now. Alice loves reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s interested!