Note from Jessa: Meeting people in the story community is much like following links on the web: You meet one cool person who knows a cool person who knows a cool person, and by the time you look up, you have a bunch of cool readers and writers all around you. Case in point….
Today, we have KC Klein whose first (and I mean first) book DARK FUTURE is out now with Avon Impulse. As you know, we here at Silk And Shadows love us some dark heroes. So of COURSE we had to have the author of DARK FUTURE tell us more. Welcome, KC, and congrats on your debut!
Let’s pretend we are trying to get our best friend to read your book, what should we tell her to get her most excited? (And pretend we can’t read the back cover blurb; pretend our friend is running out to the bookstore RIGHT NOW and we have to tell her quick.)
Umm…let’s see…there are some really good sex scenes in DARK FUTURE. The interrogation scene (part of the excerpt in this post) won first place in “Reveal Your Inner Vixen” contest. So that’s good, right?
Your heroine, Kris, is a doctor who has to go forward through time to save the world (and the hero, of course). What interested you about time travel and the future world? And how much of Kris is KC?
I loved the concept of time-travel and a future world because I could make the world out to be whatever I wanted (I was never very good at research). How much of Kris is KC? Umm…that is a tough one. Since DARK FUTURE is my first book I put a lot of myself into the heroine (and not necessarily the good parts). I think Kris is KC, but to the 3rd power. Kris is a bit over the top and not really tempered with a wife and a mom’s hard earned wisdom. But, hey, she was a hell of a lot of fun to write.
Your hero is dark sexy warrior (yay!) ConRad Smith. What did you find most compelling about him as a hero? And what does Kris see in him?
When I wrote ConRad, I was looking for a hero who was a little harder and grittier than the heroes that I was reading. Now, in the world of paranormal romance, there a lot of tortured heroes to choose from, but close to ten years ago that wasn’t the case. Kris sees in ConRad what I love to see in my heros—a sense of security. I’ve been married to the same man for over sixteen years, and my husband still makes me feel protected and cherished. What more could a gal want?
On your website author bio, you say you were surprised to find out you write dark. Why were you surprised?
Well, truly, I was surprised to find out I could even write at all. I come from a family of machinists and bankers. Needless to say, creativity doesn’t run high on my family’s list of priorities. When I started to write, I thought I would lean more toward family dramas and fun, quirky, westerns because that’s my sense of humor. But it was funny, every time I started writing a light romance some character always ended up dead or tortured—I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
DARK FUTURE was the first book you finished, started when your first child was born (who will presumably take longer to finish). How much should we hate you that you sold your first book?
Oh please, even though DARK FUTURE was my first book I re-wrote it like four times. So really, it was more like my fifth book. And to make everyone feel better I have book two and three sitting in my hard drive with no place to go (those were my attempts at funny, quirky, westerns).
Which are your favorite apocalyptic-y scenarios besides aliens? Do you like homicidal computers, plagues, environmental collapse? How do you feel about zombies?
World-wide floods, meteors, deadly plaques, the latest ice-age, I love them all, the more catastrophic the better. I say that, but apocalyptic scenarios do not keep me up at night. I was talking to a guy about things we worry about, and he mentioned he was concerned the sun would one day burn out and we would have to find a new planet to live on. I thought…umm…I’ve never worried about that a second in my whole life, but…I would love to write about it.
Assuming the apocalypse is coming soon, which one weapon and two canned goods would you recommend?
Oh no, don’t get me confused with a character from my book. I’m not the courageous type. I wouldn’t know what to do with a weapon, but I sure can play a mean game of rock, paper, scissors. And as far as canned goods—do a bottle of gin and a bottle of tonic count? Hell, what am I thinking? The world is ending. There are no rules! So yes, gin and tonics DO count.
Thank you, KC, for posting with us. Maybe we’ll have you back for a dark cowboy next
My website is www.kckleinbooks.com
Awakened in the middle of the night by a future version of herself, Kris Davenport is given a mission: go forward in time to save the world–and His life. Of course, her future self doesn’t tell her who he is, just sends her into an abyss and straight into an alien invasion.
He turns out to be ConRad Smith, the callous, untrusting Commander of Earth’s army and the world’s last defense. There’s only one way to know for sure if this strange woman is an alien spy–slice her throat. Except, he didn’t anticipate the heat he would feel as he interrogates the hot-tempered, warm-blooded woman. For a man whose sole focus has been survival, she’s more temptation than he can handle. But a world on the brink of destruction leaves no room for love…and time is running out.
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“Mmm, you taste human. Like salt or more like … warm sunshine?” He pinned me with his gaze. His eyes spoke a primal language. Desire warred with anger; need against punishment.
I looked away. Embarrassed. Violated. His body crushed mine, suffocating in its nearness. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe without crushing my breasts against him. I always considered myself strong and physically fit, but he subdued me with barely any effort. Heart racing, I panicked.
The feeling of no control would break me–complete powerlessness always did. I used whatever weapon was available; whatever maneuvers would give me a fighting chance. This was no different. I turned my head, opened my mouth against his neck, and … sunk my teeth in.
He cursed. Grabbed hold of my shirt, picked me up, and slammed me back against the wall.
A painful whoosh came from my lungs. My vision rocked–brain swished inside my skull.
“You bit me.” He sounded shocked.
My head hurt so bad I had to blink hard to keep my eyes in their sockets. “You licked me,” I shouted back.
He assessed me, aqua blue eyes hooded with thick, long eyelashes, for what seemed like an eternity. “I will ask you one more time. Who are you?”
“I’ve told you everything.” My voice sounded desperate, tired, even to me. “I went running and fell into the dark … I’m a doctor at a hospital. If you don’t believe me, just call them. I’ve worked there for years.”
He stood still, his body hard against mine, creating an insurmountable barrier. His face so close I could see his pupils enlarge, almost hiding the hard blue of his irises. The rage in him lived and breathed. One hand ran along my scalp in a mock caress, grabbed hold of my hair and pulled.
“Liar,” his voice barely a whisper, the knife was back … shaking at my very exposed, very vulnerable artery. “There hasn’t been a hospital anywhere on Earth since the year 2075.” And in one efficient movement, he drew the knife across my throat.