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Thursday, June 17, 2010
VBT My Avenging Angel
My obsession with angels was acquired legitimately; I attended St. Gabriel the Archangel school for 9 years, lol, and has continued through adulthood. I am a SAHM of three little hellions, two escapist dogs (I am constantly chasing them around the neighborhood after they get out of the backyard), and a DH who thankfully thinks sanity is highly overrated.
YGR: My Avenging Angel is your newest release. Can you give us a glimpse into the book?
Victoria Bloom is being hunted. By a demon. And it is not just any demon, but one of the fallen, once proud and mighty angels. The young witch, who will be very powerful once she learns to master the powers she is coming into, is convinced by her spirit guides, three ghosts who have been protecting her since she was s small child, that her only hope of defeating him is to summon an angel to protect her. And she does, only to accidently summon the Archangel Michael, who is not happy, to say the least.
Michael, mightiest warrior in Heaven, fears little. But one look at the witch holding him captive has him quaking. The last thing he wants or needed was a mate. Especially the one who holds the other half of his soul.
YGR: What inspired you to write the novel?
I was already writing what will hopefully be the second in the series when I notice the submission call at Samhain for the Angels and Demons anthology. There was no way that wip would finish under 30K (which was the requirement for the anthology) but since I write primarily about angels, I figured it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass on so I became writing My Avenging Angel.
YGR: Is paranormal the only genre you write? If so why?
At the moment, it is. Someday I would like to try my hand at historical westerns (there is an idea floating around in my head) but for now, paranormal it is.
YGR: Do you have anything new in the works?
Hopefully I will soon have a release date for Charity Received, the second in my Grigori series at Loose Id and I am struggling to finish the sequel to My Avenging Angel. I’d planned on having it completely before summer but I didn’t manage it.
YGR: What advice would you give unpublished writers?
You can’t have a career in writing if you don’t ever try. First write your book, it will be your greatest accomplishment. Then find yourself a really good critique partner. They are priceless. And finally keep submitting. All it takes is that one editor who has faith in your ms. Keep persisting and you’ll find him or her.
YGR: What is your writing process like?
Since my youngest had started school full time last fall, I was writing daily (or at least trying to) from 8-2. Now that summer vacation has hit, I’ll still trying to figure that one out. They haven’t been too accommodating, lol.
YGR: Where do you get your inspiration?
It can be from anything, TV, a movie, a song. The slightest thing can inspire ideas and encourage the desire to write. And one of the biggest factors that urges me on is the fact I am never quite certain what will happen in the story. I am as eager to know how the story will progress while writing it as I hope my readers are while reading it.
YGR: When you set aside your work in progress for the day, what sort of books do you like to read?
Well it all depends on what kind of mood I am in. I am fond of most dark paranormal romance and urban fantasy. And when I am looking for something light and fun to read, I gravitate toward historical romance.
YGR: Where can we find you on the net?
You can find me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/madelyn.ford and Twitter: madelyn_ford. Or check out my website: www.madelynford.com
YGR: Where can we find out more about your books?
My Avenging Angel blurb:
To save her life, he must break a covenant—and lose his heart.
An Angels and Demons story.
It’s Victoria Bloom’s twenty-fifth birthday. But is she out celebrating? Oh, no. She’s in a stuffy old attic with the Three Stooges—a.k.a. her so-called spirit guides. There’s a demon who wants her dead, the same one that killed her mother two decades ago. No worries, say the Stooges. All she has to do is summon an angel. What could go wrong?
Well, plenty when you summon the wrong angel. The next thing Tory knows, she’s got one very bad-ass, pissed-off and sexy Archangel on her hands.
Michael, mighty warrior, leader of an elite team of demon killers, is shaking in his heavenly combat boots. Not because he finds all humans distasteful. But because he’d rather face Lucifer himself than the woman his soul has just recognized as his mate. Binding himself to a mortal, one who will eventually die, is the one path he’s sworn never to follow.
It’s too late now; his fate is sealed. With one touch, she becomes as necessary to him as the air he breathes. He will move heaven and earth to protect her—but against a demon as powerful as Asmodeus, heaven and earth may not be enough…
Warning: This book contains one bad-ass Archangel with a fiery, um, sword, a witch who blows things up, one nasty demon who is trying to kill them both, and ghosts who make interfering their mission. Steamy sex is had, even with the voyeur ghosts—though Tory is still blushing.
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Looking at the items around her, Victoria Bloom knew something was missing. She had the pentagram outlined in chalk on the old attic floor. At each point rested a large white candle, all of which was surrounded by a circle of protection. Ginseng burned on the makeshift altar, the scent so overpowering it almost gagged her. The Grimoire of Armadel was opened to the correct page. Ari, one of her spirit guides, insisted she was ready, but still she hesitated. The one thing Tory considered to be essential for the ritual to work was the very thing she lacked. Belief.
Funny really, considering Tory was a medium, meaning she saw ghosts, and she was preparing to perform an ancient ritual, all on the advice of a woman who had been dead for almost four centuries. But she couldn’t deny something had to be done. On her twenty-fifth birthday, her powers had begun to emerge, powers her guides would soon no longer be able to camouflage. Calling forth an angel, though, seemed a little extreme, even for her.
“Hurry up,” Ari whispered in Tory’s mind. “You don’t have all day.”
“Yes, the spell must be performed before the sun sets. You don’t want to accidentally call forth a demon, do you?” Sam prodded and Tory sighed. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be the only voice in her head.
“Boring,” Thomas added, his nasal tone a reprimand. “Now get the sigil drawn so we can get this over with.”
Tory snorted but didn’t bother arguing. It wouldn’t do her any good anyway. One of the three guides always seemed to have the last word.
In the center of the pentagram, she carefully copied the sigil from the ancient grimoire. The three stooges, something she had affectionately termed her guides when she’d been a child and continued because it annoyed them so much, had debated for days, poring over the book before finally coming up with a name. Tory would have picked the most powerful warrior to aid her but the stooges had been adamantly against her choice. It seemed even though Michael’s mission was to protect humans, he didn’t like them very much.
Setting the book aside, Tory picked up the dagger. With the stooges egging her on, she sliced the blade across her palm and gasped. It stung like a bitch. Eyes watering, both from the incense and the cut, she pressed her palm in the center of the sigil, leaving behind a bloody print. Then she moved out of the protective circle and began to chant, calling forth the angel Zadkiel. The words flowed from her, unknown and mysterious, a testament to how much power now flowed through her, energy Tory feared would be her downfall.
A blinding light burst forth within the center of the pentagram, causing her to draw a hand up to shield her eyes as the words faltered on her lips. Time seemed suspended. The rays illuminated every corner of the attic and Tory held her breath, fearing for the first time more than just the evil hunting her. As her body was enveloped within the white beams, she waited for the burn.
Slowly, the light dimmed and she was stunned to find herself unscathed. But still Tory hid her eyes behind her hand. Who knew what the hell stood on the other side. And since her father was, if the bastard still lived, a demon-worshiping warlock, hell was entirely possible.
“You foolish human. I was in the midst of an important meeting. Send me back. Now.”
Her hand fell from her face, her gaze latching onto the figure in the middle of the pentagram. Holy shit. It had worked. And he was huge. Close to seven feet tall with long black hair cascading around broad shoulders and rippling biceps. His arms were folded across his massive chest, fists clenched in obvious agitation, causing the veins to bulge prominently.