Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Tanya Jean Russell ~ an interview and her novel Shadows of Our Past

Tanya Jean Russell

I live in England and am married to an amazing Elvis & Neil Diamond tribute artist, thanks to whom I have a house full of jumpsuits & trophies. This, of course, is a source of much embarrassment to our two teenage children!

I am a little obsessive about books and have an embarrassingly huge and ever growing pile of things that I just 'have' to read next to my bed.

I squeeze my daydreaming ... ahem ... 'writing' around my family and my day job in HR, and am convinced that chocolate & diet coke should be considered a well-balanced diet!

Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: It’s really embarrassing to admit but I’m not either. I hate mornings and love going to bed early – if you catch me mid-afternoon you might have a chance of a half decent conversation!

Q: Bedtime, relaxing so you can sleep sounds. Is your preference white noise, TV, soft music, ocean waves, forest or meadow sounds, babbling brook, or something else?
A: Absolute silence – I’m well known for my need for total dark and silence to get to sleep. In my defense, it works really well as I sleep brilliantly!

Q: Dress up or dress down?
A: Definitely dress down. I have to wear proper grown up clothes for my day job and love getting home and changing into my jeans (or if it’s the winter my pajamas – because the dark nights are the perfect excuse for hibernating!)

Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: Oh, tea every time. Proper English tea with milk. Although, apparently my preference for weak tea, over the kind that is so strong it’s a dark orange and strips the moisture out of your mouth as you drink it, makes me weird! 

Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: As I was growing up, my mum used to say I lived in fairyland because I spent so much time in my own little daydream world. Writing has given me a valid excuse for those times people are speaking to me and I don’t even register it, because the imaginary people in my brain are talking!

Q: Are you a sit down and play it by ear kind of writer, or do you need a structured guideline, or maybe a little of both?
A: I’m definitely a play it by ear writer. After going on an amazing course once I tried to follow all the tips to plan and structure my work in progress. Unfortunately I hated it, which is weird because I’m usually really organized, write endless lists and drive my family mad with my planning.

Q: Do you always know how a story will end when you begin writing it?
A: Yes, although I don’t plan, I usually have a really clear picture of how the story starts and ends when I start writing; it’s the journey between the two that’s a mystery that slowly reveals itself as I write.

Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m working on a book called Shadows of Truth which focuses on Pippa, she’s the best friend of Amory, the female lead in Shadows of Our Past. It’s so much fun to write because she’s a real kick ass character.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: Not yet but keep your eyes peeled for Shadows of Truth later this year!

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes, the links are below. Get in touch, I love hearing from people!
Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: I am, details below

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Jackson Halland has spent ten years running from a mistake that cost him everything, including Amory Parker, the woman he loved. With his gut-wrenching response to her reappearance, he realizes that if she will forgive him, then maybe, just maybe, he can forgive himself.

After ten years of working undercover Amory agrees to one final mission. Vowing to get justice for the woman she promised, and failed, to protect, nothing will stand in her way, not the prolific criminal she’s determined to bring down and certainly not coming face to face with the man she fell in love with on her very first undercover assignment, even if he has no idea who she really is, or the part she played in his past.

Amory was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear the approaching sound of bare feet, padding on the smooth wooden floor, until a deep groan broke through them and she looked up to see Jackson. His mussed, dark blond hair was shot through with strands of gold in the overhead lighting.

The man was incredibly made. His arms stretching up and behind his head caused the bottom of his t-shirt to lift a few teasing inches, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a tanned, rock-hard stomach. They weren’t the sculpted lines that came from the gym, but powerful, solid muscles. A fine trail of hair led the way to the top of his loose navy shorts. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze was transfixed.

His legs were long and thick, every muscle rippling as he moved down the stairs into the hallway. A rush of heat shot through her body, setting every nerve alight. Her stomach rolled as she absorbed the sight while a little lower everything tightened and tingled. She’d hoped that her memory had been flawed, tinted by the rose-colored lenses of what she had long since accepted was her first love. That clearly wasn’t the case. Rather than letting himself go he had become more impressive. The slenderness of youth had filled out, living up to the promise of overwhelming masculinity.

His lean muscles had broadened, and whilst the softness of youth had faded from his features, it had left a strong profile in its wake. Jackson had grown up all man. She gulped, heat flooding her.

The good feeling from her run was replaced by a more base desire to touch every inch of his perfect body. To pull it hard against her own and feel those muscular planes mold against her. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched him.

As she met his eyes, the feeling of heat evaporated, replaced by a harsh chill of dread that sank through to her toes. His emotions were playing across his face and it was clear that, despite her DCI’s reassurances, Jackson had joined the dots and figured out who she was. The recognition clearly shocked him as his whole body jolted abruptly to a stop.

Unable to move, she stared helplessly as he began to walk toward her, his face a mix of unreadable emotions. As he reached out, her body began to respond to the heat that rolled off of him. The scent of his skin washed over her, but she moved back defensively. It was a tactical mistake, giving away that she knew who he was, that she had known all along.

“Amory?” he whispered, hope shining oddly through that one word.

Almost imperceptibly shaking her head, all her professionalism flew out the window, and with her heart sinking she managed a stuttered whisper, “N-n-no… No, you’re wrong. I’m Olivia.”

No amount of training was going to get her through this. Despite her only half-admitted hope that he’d see who she really was, Amory knew too much was at stake for this to happen, but it had. Now she had to endure the awful consequences of him recognizing her, the hatred that would follow this moment.

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