Welcome Gloria, thank you for being with us today.
Please, tell me three
words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.
What are your
three favorite things?
Family, Music, Books
What for
you is the best part of writing?
I love the actual
writing and rewriting – I don’t even mind the editing.
What is the
worst?
Marketing
and promoting myself and my books.
I have to agree, that one is very tough. How much is
your character like you?
My heroines are all pretty optimistic women, who against the
odds, really believe things will work out in the end. I think I’m pretty much
the same way.
Music is a big
influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire each chapter, or the
whole book. What helps to inspire you?
I love music. There are certain musicians who always make me
think “I need to write.” I think scenery inspires me some. Certain landscapes
make me think of a story that could be set there.
Before you go, can you share a blurb of your new book with us?
Blurb:
Although Ophelia Garrett loved Cade Scott first, it
was her sister he married and took home to his plantation. When Ophelia
receives word of her sister's murder and Cade's arrest, she travels there on a
mission to learn the truth. She soon finds the halls of Almenara are haunted by
secrets, peril, and quite possibly her sister's ghost.
Despite the cold, angry man Cade has become,
Ophelia's heart refuses to believe he is a murderer. Vowing to do everything
she can to prove his innocence, Ophelia must open wounds she'd hoped were long
healed and face the feelings that still burn between her and Cade. As everyone
looks to Cade as the suspect, evil haunts the dunes and halls of Almenara,
bringing death to two more young women and forcing Ophelia to confront the
danger.
Excerpt:
“How did
Desi die, Cade?”
He lifted his head, his face mere inches from mine. Emotion
clouded his gaze, and he opened his mouth as if he meant to answer me. Instead,
a low moan escaped him and he caught my mouth in the hungry kiss I had dreamed
of for six years’ worth of lonely nights. For just a moment, the reason for
that loneliness was completely forgotten.
A cry rent the air, and I jerked away from Cade, guilt and
alarm whipping through me in equal measures as I turned to stare at the maid
who had finally returned with the broom and dustpan.
“Oh, Mr. Scott, forgive me, please.”
“No need for apologies, Susan,” Cade said, bringing the
woman’s stammering apology to an end.
He looked at me, his eyes shadowed with pain. “I am the one
who should be sorry. I’ll see you at supper, Ophelia.”
I was left standing in the hall with the maid, who stared at
me with open disdain. Her voice was sharp and cold when she spoke.
“I thought you were Mrs. Scott, you know. Kissing her
husband like that. It made me think Kathleen was right and she had come back
from the grave after all.”
“People don’t come back from the grave, Susan,” I retorted,
hoping my haughtiness hid my shame. If Desi were to come back to haunt the
halls of the home where she’d died, I was fairly certain what I’d just done
would be reason enough for me to be her target.
That was great, and for all the new Gloria Marlow fans here's how you can not only get the book, but how you can stay in touch with the author herself.
Twitter: @gloria_marlow
