Spotlight on Author Emma Meade

Emma is a good friend of mine, whom I’ve met while browsing interesting blogs. Emma’s Ramblings is an extremely pleasant place to be. I like spending time reading from the shadows, though I never feel I’m there long enough.

Emma lives in rainy Ireland, which provides plenty of inspiration and the perfect atmosphere for dreaming up stories with vampires, witches, ghosts, slayers, aliens and young, hot shadow men.

She published Night Sights in 2011 – this is what she says about that: Night Sighs started out as a single short story, The Dead Beats.  I happened to be looking up Bruce Springsteen songs on youtube one summer evening and came across a live performance of Because the Night from 1985 in Paris.  The opening sound of the piano was so haunting and Bruce’s singing so passionate that I immediately opened up a blank word doc and started typing.  The words for The Dead Beats came easily and I found that I fell in love with Tristan and Alex and their love for each other, and I had to keep writing.
A follow up short story to Night Sighs, Blood & Mulled Wine can be found for free on the author’s website.

Emma is here today to introduce her new book, Under The Desert Moon, a YA paranormal romance set in Arizona, which she published in August this year. Here’s a short description:

17 year old Erin Harris spends her time daydreaming, hoping to escape her small town life in Copperfield, Arizona.  When a movie crew arrives unexpectedly to shoot a vampire film over the summer, Erin’s small town world changes forever.

Erin is positive she has seen the star, James Linkin, before in a thirty year old TV show.  He hasn’t aged a day. How is this possible? Erin is determined to find out, but how will James handle the scrutiny of an all too intelligent teenage girl?

This is what some of her reviewers had to say:

The story is engaging from the beginning and there are several characters that are important. Their parts in the story helped me to connect with them. Some are funny, some are hopeless, and some I would like to kick to the curb, you know the ones, they like to make themselves look better by belittling you. This made it more real for me.
Under the Desert Moon is a really good story. It’s not only about vampires. I enjoyed Emma’s writing style and I’ll be watching for more of her books. (Laura Thomas)

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This was a light and enjoyable read. I didn’t find it to be full of angst and heartbreak, although it does have its fair share of drama. Sometimes I want all of the entertainment without the constant worry and concern that so much angst can bring. (Liz)

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I had so much fun reading Under The Desert Moon by Emma Meade! Although it is a rather quick read, the story found in these pages is one that is addictive and one that fans of the vampire genre would hope have happen to them one day. (MaryAnn)

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I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Here’s an excerpt from Under the Desert Moon:

Erin stared out her bedroom window, wishing as always that she was elsewhere.  Anywhere but here, she thought wistfully.

Nothing ever happened in this rundown town, not since the last mine had closed a decade ago.  Copperfield, Arizona, was dusty, quiet and old-fashioned.  It took months for the latest movie to make it to The Oracle theatre where Erin worked part-time, but it was the easiest job in the world.  It got Erin out of the house she shared with her brothers and angry, alcoholic father, put money in her savings account, and most importantly, Erin got to see movies free.

It was escapism.  For a couple of hours she could lose herself in another world, imagining herself as the beautiful heroine.  Erin was waiting for the day she would learn she wasn’t her father’s daughter. That her mother had embarked on some secret affair with a handsome, rich man, and it was only a matter of time before he discovered her existence and introduced Erin to his world.

Sighing, she rested her chin in her hand.  A cool summer breeze ruffled the curtains and lifted the strands of her bangs, tickling Erin’s forehead.  She hated this tomb-like town, but had to admit that at night, Copperfield was beautiful.  The desert gleamed beneath a full moon, and the scent of vegetation from the garden was spicy and fragrant.  Erin breathed it deeply.

A cloud at that moment obscured the moon, and the hairs on her arms lifted.  The breeze died down suddenly and she straightened up.  She felt distinctly peculiar.  Was there a storm coming?

The door to her bedroom sprang inwards.  Startled, Erin turned to shout at whichever brother had disturbed her peace.  It was Nick, her twin.

“Do you mind?” Erin said.

Nick’s sea-blue eyes gleamed.  They were just like Erin’s.  “You’re never going to believe this, Sis, sincerely.”

Erin rolled her eyes.  “Try me.”

“A crew from Hollywood is in town.  Copperfield’s the location for some scary movie.”

“Are you kidding?” Erin said, jumping off her bed.

“They’re all in Casey’s right now.  The whole town’s there.”  Nick was practically hopping with excitement.

“Oh, my God,” Erin said.  “Why Copperfield?  What kind of scary movie?”  Slasher or Ghost Story? she wondered.  She preferred the latter.

Nick shrugged.  “Let’s go find out.”

Erin grabbed her jacket and followed him.  Finally, there might actually be some life in this town, she thought.

“Hey, where you kids going?” her father’s slurred voice demanded.

Erin caught a whiff of his beer breath as she passed and grimaced.  Gross.

“Out,” she said, and slammed the door hard.

Casey’s diner was busier than Erin had ever seen it.  Several waitresses were scooting across the shiny tiles in red and white roller skates that matched their uniforms.  Every booth in the place was taken.  Customers were eating their hamburgers and fries standing at the counter.

Erin’s eyes scanned the restaurant quickly as she crossed the threshold with Nick at her heels.  A gust of air at the entrance lifted her long, chocolate brown hair off her neck, and raised goosebumps on her tanned arms.  Strange.  It wasn’t even cold that evening.

She paused inside, inhaling sharply.  Her eyes were drawn immediately to the young man sitting at the biggest booth, furthest in the back.  His presence radiated charm, charisma and self-assurance.  Erin couldn’t help but notice the dusky brown of his eyes tinged with flecks of green, and the easy curve of his lips. He looked so familiar, but she couldn’t place him.

“Hey,” she poked Nick.  “You know his name?”  She watched him laugh heartily with his companions and lean back against the leather seat in complete ease.

Nick shook his head.  “Don’t recognize him.”

“I’ve seen him in some TV show before.  I think,” Erin added uncertainly.  This was going to bug her.

“He’s the lead actor,” Nick said.  “I heard people talking about him when he got off the bus earlier.”

Erin approached the counter.  “Hey, Mrs. Casey,” she called over the middle-aged owner.  Mrs. Casey was a kind woman.  Her husband had died from cancer three years previously, and she was running the joint single-handedly. She also seemed to know everything in town before everyone else. “You know anything about this movie?”

“Sure.  The crew’s just been here for hours, sugar.  It’s one of those scary movies.  Copperfield’s a real cheap place to shoot, I guess.  That gorgeous boy over there,” she nodded in the direction of the young man Erin had been drawn to.  “Name is James Linkin.  He’s going to play the bad boy.”

Erin chanced another glance his way, not wanting to be caught staring.  It didn’t matter. All eyes were on his table, particularly all female gazes.

“He ordered a hot dog from me just before you got here,” Mrs. Casey said.  She chuckled.  “He’s a little charmer from what I’ve seen so far.”

“What kind of bad boy?” Erin asked.  Her stomach was fluttering.  It hadn’t done that since she’d watched Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall last summer in The Oracle.  She’d been forced to throw a Brad weekend there for one of the most popular girls at school, Lyndsey Mason, her older brother’s girlfriend.

Now looking at James, she believed him to be even more handsome.  Erin marveled at her racing hormones.  She usually wasn’t as silly as the other girls in school, or so she liked to think. She risked another look at him.  Dark hair with sunny tints when the light caught it right, pale skin, strong jaw, slender build…

“Vampire, I think,” Mrs. Casey’s voice broke Erin’s train of thought.  “It’s going to be some kind of horror romance.”

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10 Quick-fire Questions with Emma Meade

1. Ireland or the Maldives?

Maldives. I’ve lived in Ireland my whole life so it would be nice to get away for awhile.

2. Accents – sexy or annoying?

Depends on the accent. A slow, Southern drawl sounds good to me 😉

3. Clean-shaven or facial hair?

A beard can look quite good but not so much fun to kiss.

4. Plane or train?

Plane, gets you there faster. I took a train all over Europe one year. Not a big fan of trains anymore.

5. Steak and potatoes or seafood platter?

Steak and potatoes. Irish.

6. Paperback or kindle?

Paperback but I’ve bought more Kindle than physical books recently.

7. Kitten or puppy?

Both.

8. Night-in with friends or night out on the tiles?

Both. Night in Wednesday, night out Friday.

9. Comfy slippers or Manolo Blahnicks?

Slippers all the way. I still can’t walk in heels.

10. Skiing holiday or beach kite surfing?

I’ve never gone skiing so I’d have to opt for that.

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If you’d like to find out more about Emma, find her

on her blog: http://emmameade.com/

on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/emma.meade.5?fref=ts

or on twitter: @emmameade83

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7 Replies to “Spotlight on Author Emma Meade”

  1. Good morning Ella. I got up this A.M. and started reading Night Sighs. OMG! It is freaking great. I loved Under the Desert Moon and had to read more of Emma’s writing. It was a fast read. Alex and Tristan blaze a sexy trail. Can’t wait to tell everyone. I have a feeling many already have met them!

    1. I’m so happy! So many deserving authors out there are not getting the recognition they deserve, for whatever reason. If I can help in any way, I will be well on my way to sheer happiness.

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