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Now, for the interview! :)
I‘m a lover of coffee, cake and hot men. I’m addicted to books and music. I cop to being a voyeur any day of the week. I’m a fan of late nights, not so much early mornings. I’m also great at being still and quiet.
What sets you apart from other writers?
See above…Hah. Nah. Not sure, my winning personality and cat-that-ate-the-canary smile?
Who are your favorite authors?
My favorite authors list is way too long to roll out here. Suffice it to say anyone who can bring the angst, the tears and the smexy is on that list.
We’re in a bar and I’m buying you a drink. What’ll it be?
A cold Corona, seconds away from freezing.
What are you currently reading?
Nothing and that’s only because I’m doing this interview. Once this is finished, I’ll browse my vast collection and settle on something chock full of man-love.
What are your writing vices?
I don’t have vices. I have quirks and even those aren’t as weird. I just need my music and my iced coffee and all is golden.
How do you deal with rejection?
I take a breath. Then I move on. It is what it is.
Where did the idea for your novel come from?
Nowhere really. I simply closed my eyes and the characters appeared. I took it from there.
You’re stranded on a deserted island. What three items would you take?
A romance novel (Like Silk by Mary Lynn Baxter), a large iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts and Jason Statham.
What project(s) are you working on now?
I’m hard at work on book #3 in the Paranormal Security Council series, Till Mercy.
What would I find in your couch cushions?
Pens. For some reason we always have a lot of those. No idea why.
Do you ever encounter writers block?
I do, but rarely. I read and turn on some slow jams. Works wonders.
Do you have a day job?
Is your writing based on real life experiences or is it all imaginary?
All from the old noggin.
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author?
Tough to say. I’m steady cursing them out and yelling at them, so maybe no? Plus I’m mad boring; I’d just curl up on the couch and read all day thereby ignoring them.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie?
Japanese actor Joe Odagiri was my inspiration for Saint and Alex Pettifer as Ryken.
Would you like to say anything to your readers / fans?
Thank you for giving me a chance and for reading and reaching out. You’ll never fully know how much that means to me.
Where link-wise can your readers / fans stalk you?
Friend me on: http://www.facebook.com/writeravrilashton
As a writer, it can be difficult to find enough time in the day to get everything done. Would you like to share your favorite ‘quick and easy’ recipe?
All right, here’s the thing. I love food. I love to eat. Therefore I have to cook. I don’t like it, don’t quite get it, but that’s the way it is. I like one pot meals so I’d season chicken (any kind) with garlic, salt, black pepper and rub it down with Jerk seasoning. Mild cause I’m not a fan of the fireball. After the chicken is marinated for a few hours, peel potatoes along with carrots, onion and bell peppers. Cut the potatoes into not too thin slices then add them along with the chopped carrots, pepper and onion to the chicken. Rub them all together to make sure they’re all coated with the Jerk seasoning then drizzle liberally with olive oil and pop that in a hot oven. S’all good.
Thanks for hosting me :0)
Paranormal Security Council, Book 2
Paranormal, Erotic, MM
May 7, 2012
The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray.
Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.
Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.
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“No killing the target until you hear from me.”
Takayo ‘Saint’ St John leant back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, and raised an eyebrow at his boss. Remi Parascu pushed a folder across the large mahogany desk towards him.
Saint grabbed it and flipped open the brown folder. “Tell me again how I got chosen to babysit a freaking human?”
This wasn’t his normal assignment—most of Saint’s missions were in-and-out jobs, like the one he’d recently completed in Germany. . He hadn’t even disembarked the Council’s private jet when Remi showed up with this new gig. The Paranormal Security Council—known as the Council—marshalled the different paranormal sects in the US and abroad, providing security for high-ranking Para officials, and making sure Para laws were upheld. When anyone stepped out of line and broke those laws, the PSC also dealt with them. ‘Dealing with them’, more often than not, meant killing them, and Saint was one-fourth of the team given the termination assignments.
The president of the PSC met his gaze with unblinking eyes. “This is an elite’s job and, since Prescott’s on another assignment, you’re up to bat.”
That still left one other person. “And Voltaire?”
The female head of their team known as the Death-Bringer was the deadliest of them all. This job seemed more suited to her. Besides, Saint really wanted to sleep. And get laid. Though not necessarily in that order. It’d been a long-ass minute since he’d had a good dick suck and a balls lick. Fuck, but he was due.
Remi pushed her chair back and got to her feet. The tight grey skirt and blue blouse she wore clung to her lithe frame. Saint didn’t have to be into chicks to appreciate her gorgeous feminine form.
“Voltaire’s in Colorado.”
The words were spoken evenly, but he had a feeling more went on behind Remi’s direct stare.
“She’s mated with a wolf out there and is apparently still in the honeymoon phase.” Remi grimaced.
He chuckled. “Must be one crazy-ass wolf to risk mating with V. She’s a live one.”
“Yeah, well, at least she hasn’t left completely. In fact, she’s the one who recommended you for this.”
“No shit.” A knock came on the door of her office and Remi headed towards it. “Read up on your cover and the target. Wheels up in five hours so I suggest you get that pesky hard-on taken of asap.”
Folder in hand, Saint surged to his feet with a grin and snapped a salute. “Yes, boss.”
A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
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