Please welcome fellow Aussie Jess Anastasi.
It's great to have you here today, I'm sure my readers would love to know some more about you.
Jess has been making up stories ever since she can remember. Though her messy handwriting made it hard for anyone else to read them, she wasn't deterred and now she gets to make up stories for a living. She loves loud music, dumb movies, and a good book on a rainy day. Jess lives in regional
with her very supportive husband, two kids, one spoiled border collie, and one seriously crazy cat. Victoria, Australia
Q. What are your favorite movies?
A. Depends on my mood. My favorite comedy would be something like Dude, Where's My Car or Zoolander for the sheer stupidty. How can people not find that kind of dumb humor funny? My favorite action movie (and probably my favorite movie of all time) is The Mummy with Brendan Fraser (watch that and you'll see a romance novel hero come to life!) but I also love a good romance like Two Weeks Notice with Hugh Grant or When in
with Josh Duhamel. Rome
I love Brendan Fraser movies too.
Q. We all love romance. What in your mind defines a great romance novel?
A. When you can see the characters really struggling and growing to get where they need to be for their
HEA. Love never comes easy in a great romance novel.
Q. Do you ever suffer from writer's block? How do you cope?
A. Sometimes I get a bit stuck on where the story needs to go next. Often I'll do something away from the computer, like go for a walk, or a drive, sit out in the backyard, or even vacuum. When I'm not trying anymore, that's when the answer usually comes to me.
Q: If you could be a cartoon character which one would it be?
A. I don't know if many people will know this, but about ten or twelve years ago there was this Cartoon about a teenage girl at high school called Daria. She was hilarious because no matter what happened, she always came across so flat and sarcastic and always had the best come back for the jocks and cheerleaders and her clueless parents. I used to love it when I was a teenager and part of me still wishes I could come up with some one liners like she did.
Q. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
A. Easy! I would move to Far North Queensland here in
. Its up near the equator - we're talking the tropics - white sandy beaches, the Australia Great Barrier Reef, Daintree Rainforest. Its truly magical up there and if I ever decided to move, that's where I'd be going.
Q. What are your current projects?
A. I'm working on the fourth Sanctuary book, currently titled Sinner and also another sci-fi/fantasy type book called Heart of the Warlord. I've got a couple of other ideas I'm playing with, but those two are the main ones.
Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?
Cadmiel, the Angel of Destiny, knows better than anyone what a bitch fate can be. Five hundred years ago, the only woman he ever loved was killed, shredding his soul and leaving a void in place of his heart. Now Archangel Michael comes to him with a shocking and forbidden proposal. He wants Cadmiel to travel back in time and save Emilyn. Though Cadmiel wishes beyond all reasoning to do as the archangel asks, messing with time goes against his own beliefs and the very foundations of angel lore. But Michael doesn't give Cadmiel a choice and thrusts him through time and space, back to 2012.
The first time Emilyn saw the gorgeous man, she was affected on a level she couldn't comprehend. Cadmiel isn't like any other guy she's ever met, and he makes her wish love at first sight were true. But there are forces at work she never dreamed real. In the space of a day, she goes from normal, every-day college student, to a pawn in an apocalyptic war between angels and demons.
Emilyn's very life is in Cadmiel's hands. Will he risk the future of the entire universe to save her, or let her die and destroy himself in the process?
He hated it when his memories got the better of him, but at least this time, he could blame someone else.
Cadmiel took a deep breath and forced his fists to unclench as he stared at Archangel Michael. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you."
Michael crossed his arms, dark eyes glinting. "No, you didn't. You heard what I said. You have to go back and save her."
Apprehension and disbelief coursed like lava through him, burning everything it touched. "And this is why you called me here? To ask this of me?"
"I thought you would be happy, Cadmiel." Michael tilted his head, his unwavering, endless gaze disconcerting in its intensity. "I thought this was what you wanted."
He closed his eyes, so much pressure pounding in his head, his eyes ached. Damn, but he'd never wanted anything other than Emilyn, wished every night of the past five hundred years that he could have saved her, that he could go back in time and change things. But messing with time was one of the biggest no-no's in angelic lore. Going back to alter anything went beyond bad into the realms of catastrophic. And here stood Archangel Michael, calmly telling him he had to go and do exactly that. His heart skittered, because more than anything he wanted to agree. Yet he couldn't.
"You know I would have given anything to be with Emilyn even one more day, but not like this." His voice came out rough, the words uneven.
Michael paced a few steps away and stood in front of the windows that took up an entire wall of the archangel's residence. "And why not? I am offering you that and more."
Cadmiel threw up his hands in disbelief. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because it breaks about a dozen angelic and cosmic laws; maybe because you don't know what effects might ripple out from it and change the last five hundred years' worth of history? Do I need any more reasons than those? I'm the Angel of Destiny, Michael. I, more than anyone, knows what a bitch fate can be. And no matter what, she can't be messed with."
Michael's dark eyes sparked with golden fissures of power. "I don't answer to fate, not anymore. I make my own way. It is not common knowledge, but I can see alternate timelines. I decided I didn't want to sit back and watch things end bloody. So, I'm changing things. And saving Emilyn is just one part."
Cadmiel sighed. Weariness and an underlying sense of defeat he'd been carrying for the past five hundred years sat heavy within him. "Are you doing this so I'll join your cause? I know I refused before, but Archangel Zadkiel's really been pissing me off lately. He wants to see your insides on your outsides, by the way. I'll reconsider, but you don't have to offer me something so totally insane."
Michael walked forward, closing the distance between them. "Let's get one thing straight, Cadmiel. I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it for me. And there is no choice. You will go back and save Emilyn."
He scoffed as he crossed his arms. "You can't order me to go. The other archangels have disowned you, cast you out, like Lucifer. No one would blame me for disobeying you. Especially if they knew what you've asked of me."
"The other archangels may have renounced me, but they are the ones who've forgotten our true purpose. They're so busy fighting the demons, they don't care that humans are getting caught in the crossfire, the very people God charged us with watching over. I'm trying to do what's right." Michael's expression hardened, his features telling of steadfastness to his cause. "We're wasting time, Cadmiel. It's exactly five hundred years today since she died, you need to go."
Cadmiel's breath caught painfully in his lungs. Five hundred years today since Emilyn had died. It'd taken him a long time to forget this day. At least four hundred years. Every year, this day would come and bring pain, desolation, the question of why he even bothered going on when half of his soul had been shredded and cast adrift. But who ever heard of an angel committing suicide?
And plus, it wasn't like there was someone else who could step up and take on his job. Only he had the curse of seeing people's fates. Everyone's but his own. And Emilyn's. That's how he'd known the first day he'd seen her that she was special, that she was meant for him. In a city street full of people whose fates hovered over them like clouds on a rainy day, she had cut through the swathe like a golden ray of sunshine in the gloom. A blank slate. A person whose destiny he couldn't envision.
And if he could have seen their shared fate, would he have walked away, knowing the pain in his future?
Michael gripped his shoulder, pulling him out of the dark reveries. "This will be for the best, for all of us. I don't care what you believe about my endeavors or me, but know that Emilyn shouldn't have died. She should not have been taken away from you. This needs to be rectified."
He shook his head as his eyes burned, unable to talk over the lump in his throat. No. It could not be. It wasn't natural. Although he and Michael had never been close, he'd always considered him a friend, so why was the archangel torturing him this way?
Michael's lips pressed together, his expression harsh. Around them, a muted rainbow haze coalesced as sparks of golden power burned in the archangel's gaze.
"I know you're angry, but you'll get over it when Emilyn is with you again. We'll talk when you get back."
Anger singed away the pain. "Get back? I'm damn well not going anywhere. Screw you, Michael. Blast me into oblivion for disrespecting you, but I am not—"
Michael reached out a hand and touched him in the middle of the forehead, forcing him backward.
Cadmiel threw his arms out as he started falling. He tried to access his powers to stop himself hitting the floor, but it was like someone had cut the electrical connection, he didn't get even the tiniest spark. And he never made the floor. He just kept falling. High-octane power whistled past his ears, like being buffeted by a wind strong enough to burn. Colors flashed in his vision, their intensity blinding. He shut his eyes and curled himself into a ball. Impact was going to be a bitch.
Q. Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?
I also have recently released another book, the 3rd book in the Sanctuary series called Singularity.
Blurb: Marc Andros saved the life of an angel. Now he's mystically bound to her until she can repay the act in kind. To make things more complicated, he's working for Archangel Michael. Not the kind of guy he thought would end up being his boss back when he was spending his days hunting the demons and angels plaguing the universe. And just because fate hasn't quite finished twisting him up, with the bond in place he and his angel can't be separated by too great a distance before they both experience an excruciating level of pain. They are literally. Stuck. Together.
Charmeine thought being bound to a human and forced to interact with him on a daily basis would be about the most tedious thing that had ever happened to her. But instead she finds herself fascinated by her apparent savior and constant companion. On a mission to retrieve a valuable sacred relic, Charmeine risks her life, drawing on a considerable amount of her supernatural energies to save Marc. That single act drains her powers to the point of turning her human and thrusts her into a position of doubt and uncertainty.
With enemies all over the universe and the demon king stepping up his offensive to systematically wipe out humans, Charmeine doesn't know who to trust. Will Marc help her if he knows the truth, or will he use her mortality against her to find a way out of their mystical bond? It's an impossible situation, and the wrong choice could mean death for both of them.
Q. Where can we find you on the net?
At Noble Romance Publishing: https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/130/Jess-Anastasi
Thanks for joining me today Jess.
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