Would you tell everyone a little about yourself?
I’m Pamela Palmer, the New York
Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Feral Warriors shape-shifter series,
the Esri series, and the soon-to-be released Vamp City vampire series. I live
in the D.C. suburbs with my accountant husband, and write full time, now,
though once upon a time I was an industrial engineer for IBM. When I’m not
writing, I’m doing things to fill the creative well—reading, watching movies,
exploring the D.C. area, and trying new things like Tae Kwon Do, firing a gun,
and fencing. My husband waits (in vain) for the day my passion turns to
something a little more normal, like gardening or cooking.
What sub-genre do you write?
I write paranormal romance and
urban fantasy romance, though a lot of people might consider them the same
thing. The way I think of them, paranormal romance is one complete romance per
book (as in my Feral Warriors shapes-shifter series) whereas urban fantasy
romance takes several books to tell the story of one couple (as in my Vamp City
series).
Who/what is your writing muse? And in what environment or
conditions do you write?
I’ve discovered that my muse likes
space. I’ve never been very productive with a wall or a desk hutch in front of
me. So I write where I can look out a window, if possible, or at least across
the room. I’ve even written on the stairs. (Thank goodness for laptops.) And I
need music—moody, evocative instrumental music. My favorite: Keiko Matsui,
though I sometimes switch to the soundtracks of movies such as Inception or
Twilight, or the video game Halo3.
What are you working on at this time?
Right now, I’m finishing up the
seventh book in my Feral Warriors shape-shifter series. It’s due to my editor
April 1st, then I’ll be digging into the second book in my Vamp City
series. I’m writing both series simultaneously, alternating back and forth. My
muse enjoys the variety, and when she’s happy, so am I.
Fun questions of what you prefer
Dog or Cat? Dog.
Comfy or Formal? Somewhere in between.
Denim or Leather? Leather
Wine or Beer? I love them both!
Mountaintop or Oceanside? Oceanside.
Boxers, briefs or commando for your hero? Boxers, although a
couple of my shifters, who can’t keep their clothes on when they shift into
their animals, insist on going commando. The fewer clothes to shed, the better.
Can’t say I blame them.
Please pick one of your books to feature with this interview.
I will need the books bulb, cover and if you can a sexexcerpt if not a regular
and excerpt will do fine.
The book: A BLOOD SEDUCTION, release date May 29, 2012
Blurb: Vampires live only for lust and pleasure in the
eternal twilight of Vamp City. But the city's magic is dying. The only person
who can restore it? A beautiful woman from the mortal world...one who knows
nothing of the power she wields. Quinn Lennox is searching for a missing friend
when she stumbles into a dark otherworld that only she can see--and finds
herself at the mercy of Arturo Mazza, a dangerously handsome vampire whose
wicked kiss will save her, enslave her, bewitch her, and betray her. What
Arturo can't do is forget about her--any more than Quinn can control her own
feelings for him. Neither one can let desire get in the way of their
mission--his to save his people, hers to save herself. But there is no escape
from desire in a city built for seduction, where passion flows hot and
blood-red. Welcome to Vamp City...
Excerpt and cover are attached separately
A
BLOOD SEDUCTION excerpt
Arturo
turned her, pulling her back against him, sliding his arms around her waist. “I
like you.” His warm breath brushed her temple. “And I want you. I want the
passion I’ve glimpsed within you, but I will never get it by force.”
“Cajole
and seduce,” Quinn murmured, her breath unsteady at the feel of his arms around
her, and of the thick ridge at the small of her back.
“Yes.
Perhaps. But never force.” He tilted her head and pressed his mouth against her
neck, nuzzling her. Kissing her. But she felt no fangs. “As you’ve said, today
is not the day for such intimacies, not after what you’ve seen. But I will
watch.” His hand slid down over her abdomen and lower, his touch tense with
desire, his fingers just brushing her pubic bone. “And I will want.”
“Watching
that orgy…aroused you.”
“I
may no longer be human, but I am still male. Decide quickly, cara. I do
not have all day.”
Everything
inside her rebelled at the coercion. But he was giving her a choice and he
didn’t have to. It was rather remarkable that he was. And, heaven help her, she
was nearly shaking from the desire to step beneath the spray of that shower. So
what if he watched?
“All
right.”
Wasting
no time, he lifted her shirt over her head then reached for her pants. She tried
to brush his hands away, but he ignored her.
“I
can do it, Vampire.”
“As
can I.” He pushed her pants down over her hips.
“My
boots.”
“Sit.”
She
did, finding the bench rough beneath her bare thighs.
The
vampire knelt on the wooden floor of the shed and pulled off her boots and
socks, then her pants, tossing them into the corner with her shirt. Then his
hands went around her and he unfastened her bra, tossing it onto the pile, too.
When
he reached for her hips, and her panties, she grabbed his wrists. “Enough. I
can do the rest.”
The
look he gave her was rich with heat and a gleam she didn’t entirely understand…or
trust. But he capitulated, turned to sit beside her, and pulled off his own
boots.
Quinn
remained where she was, uncertain how she wanted to proceed. “Are you going to
watch me from over the door?”
“I am
going to join you, piccola.” He stood and pulled off his shirt,
revealing far too fine a sixpack. “I am going to wash you.”
Quinn
lunged to her feet, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. “You said watch. Watch.
Not wash.”
“Easy,
cara. I will not remove my pants. I said I will not take you today and I
will not.”
She
eyed him dourly. “You are pretty free and easy with the lies, Vampire. Your
word doesn’t mean a lot, does it?”
His
eyes flashed and she wondered if she’d gone too far this time. But he only
shrugged. “My tongue is glib, I’m afraid.” He reached for her, cupping her face
in both hands, sliding cool fingers into her hair. “Have I ever hurt you?” His
gaze grew infinitely serious, surprisingly soft. “Have I?”
“No.”
“Trust
my actions, then, if not my words. Trust your instincts. I tell you I want more
than to watch you. I want to touch you, to pleasure you. Only that. Do your
instincts believe me?”
“You’re
hard as a rock. I know you want sex.”
“I am
ready for sex. Of course I am. I’m staring at a very beautiful, very naked
woman. But I do not want that from you today.”
“You
won’t take anything for yourself?” she said dubiously.
“And
why do you think that touching you is not for me, also?” At her frown, he
leaned in, brushing his lips against her temple, her cheek. “I love the way you
respond to my touch, tessoro. I feel your pleasure rise every time I
touch you, even in the simplest way. You are sensual, magnificent. I am not
usually this sensitive to another’s pleasure, but your pleasure feeds my own.”
He pulled back, lifted her chin. “Will you trust me? In this?”
It
wasn’t like she had much of a choice, but the truth was she really didn’t
believe he’d hurt her or take her against her will. That didn’t mean he
wouldn’t still try to seduce her, but she honestly didn’t think he’d push her
if she said no. And the thought of his hands on her…just that…set up a deep,
sensual longing. “Yes. I will trust you in this.”
His
smile was swift and delighted. Without warning, he kissed her, his lips cool
against her own, yet infinitely warm. His lips moved softly, a first
exploration, a first kiss despite the fact she stood naked before him, having
just given him permission to touch her wherever he pleased. His mouth moved
over hers, his tongue sliding lightly along the crease of her mouth until she
opened for him, giving him access. And then he was inside, his tongue sliding
against hers, stealing her breath, her thoughts, the last of her inhibitions.
He
tasted of dark liqueur and darker nights, lush and crystal clear. Without
thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his
chest, the feel eliciting a moan deep in her throat.
Firm
hands slid up her rib cage and down over her hips, back and forth, making her
moan with the pleasure. She loved being touched. Especially by a man with a
sure, if gentle, hand. A man who knew what he was doing.
His
fingers slid into her butt cheeks, gripping them hard, kneading them as he
pulled her against him and the hard ridge that lay between them within his
pants. Her own hips began to rock of their own volition, seeking…needing…
Oh
yes, her vampire knew what he was doing.
Her
moan turned to one of dismay as he released her mouth, pulled her arms from
around his neck, and set her away from him. Once more, he cupped her face,
forcing her to look at him through the haze of passion.
“Your
body screams for mine, cara, but I fear it is your passionate nature
speaking and not truly your will. Do you wish me to remove my pants?”
She
closed her eyes, trembling with desire, and tipped her forehead against his
shoulder. “No.”
He
gathered her against him with a sigh, holding her against his warm length. “I
feared as much.”
“Do
you want to stop? And let me take my own shower?”
“Never.
My control is exquisite. And there is nothing I want more at this moment than
to touch you. Not sex, not blood. Just to touch you.” His hands traced wide,
warm circles over her back.
She
blinked. “Why aren’t your hands cold any more?”
He
pulled back with surprise, meeting her gaze. “You can feel the warmth?”
“Yes.
You feel hotter than I am.”
A
funny look crossed his face. “When I touch you, when I kiss you, I feel as if
I’ve stepped into the sun for the first time in centuries. You smell like
sunshine to me. And I feel a warming of the flesh I’ve not known in far too
long. I thought I was being fanciful.”
“You’re
actually warm to the touch.” She looked at him curiously. “Is this my magic?”
“I do
not know.” He frowned, his fingers running through her hair. “I wish you had no
magic.”
“Why?”
“Because
then I could keep you for my own.”
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