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K.J. Parker | 20 Questions: PROSPER’S DEMON
Author Guest / January 30, 2020

1–What’s the name of your latest release?  Prosper’s Demon 2–What is it about?  A man called Prosper and his demon. 3–What words best describe your protagonists?  The protagonists are (a) the hero (b) Prosper of Schanz (Leonardo da Vinci thinly disguised as a fictional character) (c) a demon. The hero; the last, best hope of the human race, but not very nice (b) Prosper; an idiot (c) the demon; hard done by 4–What side character steals every scene he or she is in?  There are no side characters. The book is practically spherical. 5–Who are the people your main characters turn to when they need help?  Using the notation above; (a) nobody (b) his own ego (c) the Lord of the Flies 6–What do you love about the setting of your book?  It’s warm and sort of Austrian, and if you leave the book by way of the top of the spine and turn left, there’s a really nice pavement café where you can get excellent strudel 7–Are you a plotter (follow an outline) or a pantster (write by the seat of your pants)? Pantster. Pantster till I die. 8–What is an ideal writing day for you?   It starts around…

Kait Ballenger | Exclusive Excerpt: WICKED COWBOY WOLF + Giveaway!
Author Guest / January 30, 2020

“I may look like a monster, but I’m not going to hurt you.” Her reluctance offended him more than he cared to admit. His reputation painted him in a grim light–and for good reason–and he knew that side of his face was hideous, deformed, but he’d just risked his life for her, saved her. . . and with them alone in his room like this, the thought of when he’d kissed her inside that godforsaken closet haunted him. He’d kissed her so thoroughly that the feel of her against him was forever seared into him. And then he’d told her it meant nothing to him. What a load of horseshit. “It’s not that. I was afraid I’ll hurt you.” She reached for him again. This time, she didn’t shy away. With gentle movements, she cupped his cheek and used a handkerchief to wipe away the fresh blood. Her touch was gentle, tender. Some of the nerve endings on that side were damaged, making it less sensitive, yet he was aware of her every movement. Rogue could count the number of times someone had touched him there on less than one hand. The stroking movements of her palm and handkerchief as…