Tell us a little
about yourself.
I'm always busy doing something, because I hate the feeling
of boredom. I work as a nurse supervisor, and in my free time I write
paranormal fantasy, and also, Alternative Healing books that I offer free on my
website. I love helping animals, so I founded the Read for Animals anthology
project, the royalty from the sales of the books is donated to animal shelters.
I provide manuscript critique and book interior design/formatting service to
fellow writers, and I do occasional contests on my website to promote
authors.
Coffee or tea?
Coffee, definitely coffee. I always search for the best
flavor mixture, thus I always have at least 4-5 different coffee beans in my
cabinet.
Do you have a
favorite type of music to write to?
I love listening to classical music when I write. My
favorites are Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Kodaly, Puccini and Beethoven.
Of your characters
which one is your favorite?
I only have one book published so far, Protected By The
Falcon, book one of the Ancestor’s Secrets series. Book two, Chosen By The
Sword is coming soon.
My favorite character is Ilona. She is sensitive, honest and
strong. She has to learn about her heritage, and accept the supernatural powers
bestowed upon her. She is forced to fight for her family, friends, as well as
the future of her people, whilst dealing with everyday life and her confusing,
yet exciting love life. She
is conflicted between having confidence in her inherited abilities, while
having no confidence as a woman. Her insecurity created barriers, which
keep others out, and I also keep her caged in. She has been evacuated from her
easy and steady life, and is forced to face the unknown. Ilona is determined to
control and guide her own life. Resourceful and daring, she crosses the line
and breaks the sacred rules, but also must face the consequences.
Excerpt:
Suddenly, out of the blue, I heard the seductive voice from
my dream. Am I losing my marbles? As
if confirming that I wasn’t losing it, I heard the voice again, right behind
me. The sound started electrical ripples down my spine. I glanced over my
shoulder and saw the man from across the gallery the other day standing beside
Robert. He was even more attractive up close. He turned toward me, probably
sensing my stare. Startled, I tried to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes
mesmerized me and held me captive. I wanted to keep his face etched in my mind
forever. I slowed time a little, and from the corner of my eye, I saw those
around me moving in slow motion.
His face contorted into an evil and sinister grimace, as he
stared right at me. His movements didn’t slow with the rest of the people
around us; he moved with normal speed, just like me. His eyes became black, and
his pupils distended. His body posture displayed a charging mode, as if he were
going to attack me. He shook his head, then shuddered and snarled quietly. A
great inner turmoil showed on his face, as if he were fighting with something
extremely powerful. He clenched his fists and his knuckles turned pasty white.
His jaw was shut tight and I heard him grinding his teeth. Sickening warmth
spread from the pit of my stomach through my entire body. I could swear my legs
turned to jelly, and my palms sweated. I had to swallow hard to get rid of the
lump building up in my throat and couldn’t fathom how such a gorgeous creature
could become so malevolent.
I was in shock and didn’t understand what was happening when
his face smoothed and his body relaxed. I quickly returned time to normal, and
he seemed as if he hadn’t been aware of what happened. His inviting blue eyes
sparkled as he smiled at me, and then turned to Robert.
I just imagined it. I
had to… he can’t be that malicious person I just saw. Oh, crap! What is
happening to me and why? I questioned myself, knowing I couldn’t get the
answer, not there and not then. I turned back to the computer, my heart thumped
in my chest so loudly I was afraid the others might hear it, and tried to
compose myself. Deep breaths steadied my raging thoughts and racing heart.
Then I heard Robert’s voice. “Ilona, let me introduce to you
Zoltan Kiss, one of our new physicians. He will be training with me today, and
he’ll be your partner after he settles in,” Robert explained, tapping my
shoulder.
My heart fluttered like a startled bird in its cage ready to
take flight. I was afraid to look up. What
if I see that evil look in his eyes again? I hesitated, pretending to
finish the sentence in my notes, and then raised my hand to make him hold on
for a second. I gathered my courage and looked straight into a pair of deepest
and warmest blue eyes I have ever seen. He looked perfect, and I didn’t see or
feel any trace of evil in him. His eyes locked on mine for a fraction of a second,
and I thought I saw a brief shock on his face and a hint of pain in his eyes,
but after a fleeting second, it had vanished.
I am totally losing my
mind. I'm sure of it. He is gorgeous, and he seems perfectly normal now. Why do
I have to see evil where there is none, or is there? Does that mean that
because I’m a Hun adult I have the power to see what is deep inside people? If
this is the case, I don’t want this, and whoever gave me this ability of
insight, can take it back. I wanted to forget his sinister look and tried
to force myself to believe it never happened.
“Hello,” he said simply. His deep, purring voice sounded
exactly as in my dream. How could my
unconscious mind conjure up his voice in my dream? I never heard his voice
before. I gathered my courage, turned my chair and looked at him. He
extended his right arm slowly, offering our traditional greeting. He looked
into my eyes, and something awoke in my core that had been dormant all my life.
I felt the electric tingling sensation shoot through me, as if it wanted to
reach every cell in my body. It was an exciting and new sensation. This feeling
was pure and good, nothing like the powerful evil feeling I had before. I
ground my teeth and forced myself to act normal.
Say something damn it,
and hold yourself together. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoltan,” I whispered,
still feeling his mesmerizing vibes. I looked down at his hand, and noticed the
small blood-red ancient symbol, etched into his inner right wrist, just like
mine.
