Welcome to The Plain, Abbey.
Thank you for having me on your blog today, it’s lovely to be here.Tell us where you’re from.
I live in Hampshire, UK.How would you generally categorize the books/stories you write?
Romance, with elements of fantasy or the supernatural, and a touch of chick lit too.A wonderful blend. Do you set your books/stories in your hometown, or do you prefer more exotic locations?
So far, my books have been set in England, but I’ve been lucky enough to have traveled to places like Malaysia, Bali and India, so I might weave my experiences there into a book one day.Sounds like your have lots of exotic fodder for future stories. How much of your writing is based on people or events familiar to you?
I have a vivid, sometimes weird imagination, so most of it is made up. For character and story ideas, I love to people watch, and I have an awful habit of eavesdropping on strangers’ conversations.What was the hardest part of the story to write?
The fight scene. I needed it to be epic, edge-of-your-seat stuff—there are swords, daggers and a magical blizzard involved—but I had to careful not to write to much blood and gore… it is a romance after all.What was the easiest part of the story to write?
My female protagonist, Cami. She’s self-conscious and naïve, but underneath she has a determined spirit that sees her through the dreadful things I put her through.Was there much research involved?
I had to research ancient weapons, like Scottish Claymore swords, Egyptian daggers and many more. (Some of my characters are immortal so they have weapons from many time periods.) My Google search history looked like I was creating an armory!Do you have a set writing routine?
On the weekend, I like to get up very early (5am) in the morning to write to for a couple of hours before the rest of my family get up. And during the week, when I’m not doing my day job, I try to fit in some writing when my kids are at school.Do you listen to music when you write?
Absolutely not. I like to have complete silence when I’m in the writing zone. Not easy to achieve in a houseful of four kids! I’ve been known to lock myself in the cupboard under the stairs, Harry Potter style. (It’s quite big, with a desk and a chair so it’s really not that bad at all.)What’s next for you? Can we look forward to a new story soon?
I’m working on the follow on to Touched, book two in the Immortal Ties series, and a sci fi romance.Name a few of your favorite non-writing activities.
I like watching TV and movies, mainly anything fantasy/supernatural, and I like reading, painting and sewing too.Thank you so much for telling us about yourself. And now, let’s take a peek at Touched.
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When inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.
Jaded immortal Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is until they meet.
Chemistry sizzles between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid's curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals, Joseph included.
But the fated lovers discover her curse is the least of their concerns when a friend's deadly betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.
He might have just saved her life, but pinned to the freezing concrete by some wannabe hero was not her idea of fun. Cami Wilson shoved the unyielding wall of his chest, fighting not only him but the rising panic. ‘Get the hell off me!’
The guy remained on top of her, using his large frame to protect her from the chunks of smouldering metal hurtling to the ground around her. Icy air met with fiery heat and smoke infused the atmosphere like the fifth of November, but there were no sparkling fireworks to admire, only the flaming inferno, which seconds earlier had been her car.
Maybe if she hadn’t been so intrigued by the antique brooch she held in her hand or distracted by the weird, periodic buzzing emitting from it, she might have seen him coming at her in full, rugby tackle mode.
He lifted a little, easing the crushing pressure on her ribs, but remained inches from her face. Glacier-blue eyes met hers, captivating and intense. ‘Are you hurt?’
His gravelly voice did something tingly to her insides. She went to speak, but no words came. Nothing came to mind. Not the explosion. Not the contents of her shopping trolley strewn all over Morrisons’ car park. Not the fact she could have been killed. Somehow, none of it registered.
She gawped back at him like a doe-eyed teenager, taking in the angular sweep of a jawline peppered with dark stubble, and well-defined lips that parted invitingly as he drew in his breath.
His gaze lingered on her mouth in a breath-taking moment right out of one of those soppy rom-coms she liked to watch.
Forget burning cars and curious brooches… hel-lo, future husband.
Somewhere to her left, an engine revved loudly, and he turned his head towards the sound. Overlong, tousled hair tickled her cheek, and she got a faint whiff of citrus shampoo.
A second later, his attention returned to her. His grave expression burned with an urgency that brought her down from the clouds. ‘Dammit! I asked if you were hurt.’
In a move so swift it wasn’t humanly possible, he leapt to his feet and hauled her up beside him. The brooch slipped from her gloved hand and landed on the ground.
The man cursed under his breath and stooped to retrieve it. With an exasperated look, he waved it in front of her as though she were a baby dropping her dummy for the hundredth time. ‘You need to take more care of this. Don’t you know how important it is?’
Sudden indignation flared. Cami snatched the jewel from his grasp and slipped it back into her coat pocket. Okay, the guy rocked the sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look, but his patronising attitude set her teeth on edge. What right did he have to tell her what to do? And what on Earth did he know about a weird, vibrating brooch she’d been given by her adoptive mother, the only clue she had to her past?
About Abbey MacMunn:
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
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