Today, fellow author Alistair Cross is stopping by to talk
about his latest book!
Hello! Thanks for having me.
My pleasure! Let me ask a few questions since you're here...
All right.
The
Angel Alejandro is
about an angel on a mission to save a woman’s life. He ends up with amnesia
after crash-landing to earth during a severe storm. As he tries to uncover his
lost identity, his latent supernatural powers begin tipping the natural
balance, drawing the attention of dark entities who want to harvest his soul …
and wreak plenty of havoc among the townspeople while they’re at it.
It
will be out later in January, and will be available in ebook on Amazon first,
followed by book retailers everywhere in paperback. You can pre-order it now.
Fascinating!
And how exciting for you too, as the book officially releases tomorrow! Happy new release! :)
So, what inspired you to write this book? How did you get into writing dark fantasy?
This book was mostly inspired by my own curiosity about angels, demons, amnesia, and… well, strippers.
I never set out to write in a specified genre. I just write the story that wants
to be told and let the powers that be decide how to package it. And this one,
as it turns out, is “dark fantasy.”
Nice!
Well, I hear ya! I try not to box myself in too much when it comes to new projects. I guess that's why I sometimes end up tangled in a genre I've never written before. LOL. The 'multi-genre' title just fits me better these days.
So, tell us...what, do you feel, sets your book apart from other books in the genre?
Probably it’s curious blend of romance, humor, and horror.
Great!
Stepping down the sloped roof, Madison’s shoes lost traction and
her feet shot out from under her. The caulking gun flew as she windmilled for
balance. The gravelly asphalt raked her elbows as she came down hard on her
tailbone. A sickening thunk! resounded and a flash of white blinded her
as the back of her head smacked the brick chimney. Pain bit her, crippled her,
and she rolled down the slope, a tattered rag doll. Though barely conscious,
she felt the roof disappear beneath her. Then she was freefalling.
Help me! she thought, unable to scream, to speak.
In the dream-like instant of her descent, the sky flashed - not
lightning, but a shooting star streaking toward earth.
She plummeted into the koi pond below.
Icicle-cold, the water stole her breath. She panicked, tried
fighting, but body and mind had parted company. She sank, paralyzed as blurred
ribbons of blood rose and eddied around her. Like a failing bulb, her vision
flickered and went out.
She was not aware of any time having passed. As if waking suddenly
from a nightmare, she shot from the water, gurgling and choking, her lungs
starved of oxygen. Splashing, writhing, her nails bit into bare shoulders and
with the sound of rusty brakes, she sucked in a deep lungful of air. The black
world resolved, and she glimpsed the face of a man, a stranger - no, not a
stranger, not exactly. I know you, don’t I?
She gagged, clawed for purchase. Water gushed from her nose and
mouth in explosive bursts as her lungs purged themselves. She locked onto the
stranger, her fingers like anchors in his bare arms. Seconds later, she was on
the sodden earth, on her back. She coughed, vomiting water. Hands clutched her
head, turned it to the side, and water spilled from her mouth and nose like
unspooling ribbons. More gurgling, more body-wracking gasps. Her vision came,
dissolved, settled midway between blindness and sight.
A mouth covered hers, blew, and Madison’s lungs expanded with
borrowed breath. As if the man were blowing on dying coals, warmth glowed
inside her, spreading and swelling through her solar plexus, expanding,
reaching her limbs, bringing heat to her skin and clarity to her mind. She
could breathe, she could see, and what she saw was the stranger’s face.
Handsome. Full lips, strong cheekbones, eyes she couldn’t yet
fathom. Close-cropped, golden hair backlit by a near-blinding halo of light.
Yes, she knew him from somewhere – but where?
The warm buzz swam through her. Her fingers and toes tingled. She
was losing consciousness again, but she didn’t care; the panic was gone. As the
world pulsed in and out, the man leaned over and blinked black-lashed silver
eyes at her. Not gray, but silver. Bright and shining, like disks of polished
steel. The light behind him swelled and brightened just before the world
relapsed into black and nothingness wrapped itself warm around her.
-Excerpt
from The Angel Alejandro, by Alistair Cross
Copyright © Glass Apple Press 2016.
Copyright © Glass Apple Press 2016.
Riveting!
I’m working with my collaborator, Tamara Thorne, on the ongoing Ravencrest Saga, as well as a novel called Darling Girls, which serves as a sequel to Tamara’s vampire novel, Candle Bay, and my novel, The Crimson Corset. In my solo life, I’ve begun a new book that features the “Dream Reaper”, Gremory Jones, from The Angel Alejandro. It will be a new story in a new setting, with new characters, except for Gremory. He’ll have a significant role in the next book. I guess I haven’t had enough of his wicked antics yet.
Sounds fun!
My characters often surprise me too. Just when I think I'm finished, I get roped back in. ;)
Thanks so much for
stopping by to tell us about The Angel Alejandro, Alistair!
Thank you for having me here!
Of course!
Here is the blurb for The Angel Alejandro.
A Man without a Past
After a near-fatal accident, Madison O'Riley is faced with an astonishing problem: What to do with the man who saved her life. Naive and heart-stoppingly handsome, he calls himself Alejandro ... and he has no memory of his past. As they set out to recover his lost identity, Madison realizes he harbors deep - and otherworldly - secrets that will shatter her understanding of reality ... secrets that may put her in grave danger.
The Devil in the Details
And now, there’s another stranger in town. Gremory Jones has something for everyone, and for a small price, he’s willing to make a deal. By day, he walks the streets of Prominence in top hat and trench coat, tempting the citizens with nefarious wares from his shiny black briefcase. By night, he and his legion of insatiable acolytes corrupt the locals at Club Mephistopheles, a den of unholy delights housed in an abandoned church.
The Battle has Begun …
The townspeople are changing in outrageous and appalling ways and it's up to Madison - with the help of a psychic, a local priest, and the new chief of police - to help Alejandro unlock his forgotten powers before an unspeakable evil tears apart the fabric of existence ... and costs them their very souls ...
Purchase Links:
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This book looks awesome! We'll be sure to check it out!
About the Author:
Alistair Cross’ debut novel, The Crimson Corset, a vampiric tale of terror and seduction, was an immediate bestseller earning praise from veteran vampire-lit author, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, and New York Times bestseller, Jay Bonansinga, author of The Walking Dead series. In 2012, Alistair joined forces with international bestseller, Tamara Thorne, and as Thorne & Cross, they write – among other things – the successful Gothic series, The Ravencrest Saga. Their debut collaboration, The Cliffhouse Haunting, reached the bestseller’s list in its first week of release. They are currently at work on their next solo novels and a new collaborative project.
In 2014, Alistair and Tamara began the radio show, Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!, which has featured such guests as Charlaine Harris of the Southern Vampire Mysteries and basis of the HBO series True Blood, Jeff Lindsay, author of the Dexter novels, Jay Bonansinga of The Walking Dead series, Laurell K. Hamilton of the Anita Blake novels, Peter Atkins, screenwriter of HELLRAISER 2, 3, and 4, worldwide bestseller V.C. Andrews, and New York Times best sellers Preston & Child, Christopher Rice, and Christopher Moore.
Visit Alistair @ alistaircross.com
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