Interview: Chacelyn Pierce

Happy Thursday! You know what my favorite part of today is? It's almost Friday. Today, I'm hosting Chacelyn Pierce with an interview and excerpt!

The author is also offering a prize on this tour. You could win one of two e-book copies of The Last Pyr of Eden! Go here to enter. Good luck!

Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Last-Eden-Hearts-ebook/dp/B00ALZZA9A/

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Blurb

Outside the protected gates of Eden, ancient enemies lurk in waiting to drain elementals of all their power.

For eons, the four elementals have bled their nourishing blood to sustain life for superior spirit elementals known as Daemons. No race has suffered in despair as critically as the fire elementals—the Pyr. Their numbers dwindled down so miserably, that Raynor is the last known warrior of the race, living on a faint hope that there is more of his kind between both worlds. He ventures out constantly searching for elementals to save from enslavement. In reality, he searches for a female to bond with. After a yearlong trip away from Eden—an elemental settlement hidden deep in the woods—he is immediately confronted by the enchanting Sylph, Samira. She ignites desires and emotions in him that he considered long dead and nearly destroyed like his people. Indulging in his erotic cravings with Samira can be a daring game to play, because elementals have never intermingled in all recorded history.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

Interview

Welcome aboard! Tell us a little about yourself, please.

Thanks for having me! I live in the mighty city called Dallas, the one in Texas. I'm a southern gal at heart, even have a truck to prove it. No, I don't own a ranch and no, I don't listen to country. Rock music inspires me most of the time, but music in other genres helps my muse as well. For example, I'm a big Josh Groban fan. Also, I'm a huge villain chick.

What about your latest release?

The Last Pyr of Eden is about Raynor, a fire elemental in his quest to find another female fire elemental. His kind is nearly extinct but when he returns home, Samira, an air elemental has him feeling things no fire elemental should feel towards another of a different race. He thinks leaving his home will stop those feelings but out the protected home of Eden, enemies lurk waiting to drain him of his energy. Samira's not going to leave the male she loves to face a dark fate alone. Not when she can help him on his mission to find more elementals in need of help.

Ok, let’s get down to the fun stuff. If you were stranded on a lush tropical island, and all of your basic needs were met, what two items would you have with you? What person would be with you? Remember, you’re stuck there for an indefinite period with only each other to occupy the time.

Well, my person would of course be my husband. He's proved very resourceful over the years and I know if something needed fixing or built, he'd be the one I'd wish for. As far as two things: a telescope, so that I can star gaze at night. Also a few books that I wouldn't mind rereading so that I could escape into another world when I wanted.

If you could play opposite any of your lead characters, which one would it be and why?

Samira, I mean who wouldn't want a fiery male warrior protecting them at all time?

If you could lead any of your secondary characters, which one would it be and why?

Draven, seeing as how I love villains anyway, Draven stole my attention a lot of times during this book.

You’re locked in a closet with Johnny Depp, Colin Farrell, Kate Beckinsale, three paperclips and a string. How do you get out?

Who'd want to get out? We could just wait till someone happened upon us. I mean all the yelling and screaming is bound to bring someone around.

Name five things you can do with a pencil.

Write. Clean your ears with the eraser. Flip through fingers. Tap on the desk. Chew on during frustration. It's a universal tool obviously. LOL

Who’s your favorite character from your book(s)? Why? Don’t worry, we won’t tell.

Draven and Isric, I love villains, and I love writing villains. My villains seem to get an extra pow added to them at times.

Where can we find you around the vast interwebs?

http://www.chacelynpierce.com
http://www.facebook.com/chacelyn.pierce
https://twitter.com/chacelynpierce
http://chacelynpierce.tumblr.com/

What about your books? Where are they being sold at?

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1884
http://www.amazon.com/The-Last-Eden-Hearts-ebook/dp/B00ALZZA9A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1355195452&sr=1-1
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastpyrofeden-1018043-143.html

Thanks for dropping in! Any last words?

Thanks for having me!

Excerpt

Ten years ago

Raynor knew the ignited fire had absorbed the encounter, and his skin sensed the horror in the flames. He heard the bloodcurdling scream of the girl, mere echoing shatters in the wisps of wind between the torrid blazes. His vision saw the subliminal outlines of human blood and death, the misshapen evil Phantoms between the flares. For a Pyr, fire could be used as an opaque narration, to be viewed as a distorted script or even a sketchy photograph. The inferno told him what its sparks touched, who lurked in the darkness and revealed that blood had been spilt. Elemental blood. Raynor hoped that a female fire elemental had started the fire. But because the fire was untamed, he stepped cautiously out of the ley line.

He took in the scene in the distance. The ranch house was only lit by the fire burning up into the midnight sky. The nasty, ghoulish Phantoms circled the ramshackle house like buzzards, picking a strategy best suited for hunting elemental prey. Using the pull of the bonfire’s heat, he teleported in front of the house, right between the advancing malicious Phantoms and whoever was inside the house.

Without delay, he kindled small flares from the bonfire, creating an amber ring of flames. His incandescent design raged savagely as he twisted the barricade to hinder the evil spirit elementals or detain them. At this moment, any little setback would help in ground-level attacks. Thirty of the greasy bastards floated around the ranch. The smoky shapes only knew one thing…to kill heartlessly.

The house behind his back was in shambles, barely standing on its rickety support beams. All the windows were blown out. Crumbs of glass shone like glittering diamonds on the dirt and reflected back the summer moon. The fallen-in house looked as if it had been abandoned but Raynor knew better. The fire didn’t lie, there was an elemental somewhere within its crumpled walls, and all he had to do was make it safe for her.

He scanned over the human elderly owner of the house. Her corpse was face down in the ginger dust, blood pooling from her distorted body. She’d clearly been propelled from the living room window. Shards of glass were still embedded in her frail skin and tatters of her blouse clung to the windowsill. Raynor hated that he hadn’t made it in time to save her but the spirit Phantoms would pay for her horrid death. It wasn’t in their nature to kill humans but if the mortal stood in the way of their goal, a quick death was a relief.

The vile spectres circled him in shifting, vague humanoid shapes, looking for weaknesses in his scorching barrier. Soon, they’d be bold enough to fly over it. Their featureless inky silhouettes were agitated, clearly pissed off that he’d shown up to interrupt their evening plans. Now they focused on him as their main target, he could feel their hunger heighten at his arrival, but he couldn’t show distress. The Phantoms loved to prey on elemental beings, sucking the energy out of his people like cemetery ghouls. Ignoring his fear, he raised his fiery sword in defiance. They hesitated momentarily, then shrieked at him in retaliation. The searing embers of the elfin-charmed blade would burn their oily substance, igniting them in a blaze and killing a few of them quickly, but he couldn’t destroy them all.

As the last male in the elemental fire race, he was doing the one thing that the Pyr had been good at, destruction and protection. He was used to being daring, eradicating the wickedness of the spirit elementals whenever he’d sensed them near. Raynor had never been surrounded by so damn many before. He’d quickly realised that he was outnumbered, and if he died, he knew the Pyr race would be extinct.

Lost forever. 

About the Author

A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn't personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer. For more information about Chacelyn and her books, visit her website at http://www.chacelynpierce.com.