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Monday, December 16, 2013

Author Interview- Gloria Marlow

Welcome Gloria, thank you for being with us today. 

Please, tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.         
Able, Blessed, Caring

What are your three favorite things? 
Family, Music, Books

What for you is the best part of writing? 
I love the actual writing and rewriting – I don’t even mind the editing.

What is the worst?  
Marketing and promoting myself and my books.

I have to agree, that one is very tough. How much is your character like you?  
My heroines are all pretty optimistic women, who against the odds, really believe things will work out in the end. I think I’m pretty much the same way.

Music is a big influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire each chapter, or the whole book. What helps to inspire you?   

I love music. There are certain musicians who always make me think “I need to write.” I think scenery inspires me some. Certain landscapes make me think of a story that could be set there.

Before you go, can you share a blurb of your new book with us?




Blurb:

Although Ophelia Garrett loved Cade Scott first, it was her sister he married and took home to his plantation. When Ophelia receives word of her sister's murder and Cade's arrest, she travels there on a mission to learn the truth. She soon finds the halls of Almenara are haunted by secrets, peril, and quite possibly her sister's ghost. 
Despite the cold, angry man Cade has become, Ophelia's heart refuses to believe he is a murderer. Vowing to do everything she can to prove his innocence, Ophelia must open wounds she'd hoped were long healed and face the feelings that still burn between her and Cade. As everyone looks to Cade as the suspect, evil haunts the dunes and halls of Almenara, bringing death to two more young women and forcing Ophelia to confront the danger.




Excerpt: 

“How did Desi die, Cade?” 

He lifted his head, his face mere inches from mine. Emotion clouded his gaze, and he opened his mouth as if he meant to answer me. Instead, a low moan escaped him and he caught my mouth in the hungry kiss I had dreamed of for six years’ worth of lonely nights. For just a moment, the reason for that loneliness was completely forgotten.

A cry rent the air, and I jerked away from Cade, guilt and alarm whipping through me in equal measures as I turned to stare at the maid who had finally returned with the broom and dustpan.

“Oh, Mr. Scott, forgive me, please.”

“No need for apologies, Susan,” Cade said, bringing the woman’s stammering apology to an end.

He looked at me, his eyes shadowed with pain. “I am the one who should be sorry. I’ll see you at supper, Ophelia.”

I was left standing in the hall with the maid, who stared at me with open disdain. Her voice was sharp and cold when she spoke.

“I thought you were Mrs. Scott, you know. Kissing her husband like that. It made me think Kathleen was right and she had come back from the grave after all.”

“People don’t come back from the grave, Susan,” I retorted, hoping my haughtiness hid my shame. If Desi were to come back to haunt the halls of the home where she’d died, I was fairly certain what I’d just done would be reason enough for me to be her target.

That was great, and for all the new Gloria Marlow fans here's how you can not only get the book, but how you can stay in touch with the author herself.

Twitter: @gloria_marlow



                                                                                                                                 



2 comments:

  1. Thank you for being here today Gloria, can you tell a little about what inspired your story?

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  2. Thank you for having me, Angela! I really can't pinpoint the inspiration. The opening line just came to me "Ophelia and Desdemona. Those were the names my mother whispered as the midwife placed my newborn self in the crook of one of her arms and my twin sister in the other." The rest of it sprang from that line.

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