Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.
She joined the Romance Writers of America, and attended their National Conference in Orlando Florida in 2010. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn is drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.
She's a member of the RWA, and the Nashville RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.
What motivates Carolyn Rosewood the author? Why do you write?
I’m motivated by a desire to tell stories. Sometimes my inspiration comes from a building or a person, and sometimes the characters just start talking to me, faster than I can write down their dialogue.
When did you know you were a writer? Was it always your destiny or did you stumble upon your craft by accident?
I’ve been writing stories since I could print. I’ve always loved making things up – places, people, their background, and why and how they got where they are today.
What is your favorite genre to write and why?
I’m drawn to love stories with a little spice. Up until recently, I kept the sex scenes very vanilla, but I’m finding it’s a lot of fun to spice things up.
How did you get into EBook publishing?
I belong to an online community called Litopia and my editor at Evernight Publishing, Emma Shortt, is one of the moderators of the community. She put up a challenge thread one day and in response to it I wrote an erotic horror short story – something I’d never tried before. She really liked it and I eventually turned into a 28,000 word erotic paranormal romantic suspense. That was my first release, THE LAST SOUL, which is also book 1 of my Seduced By A Demon series from Evernight.
How many hours a day do you devote to writing? Do you have a set routine or do you write when the mood strikes?
I wish I had hours per day! I work a full time job outside the home so I spend some time in the morning and evenings, and on weekends I often write all day.
My favorite character to date is Van Whitney. He’s an ex-jock, womanizer who became a firefighter because he didn’t know what else to do with his life at the time. He married one of the cheerleaders he screwed around with in high school, and one day while he was fighting a fire at an apartment building he caught his wife outside…in nothing but his former football coach’s shirt. Things spiraled downhill from there and Van was ready to give up until our heroine waltzed back into town. Their story is my sexy romantic suspense novel from Etopia Press, HAUNTED HEART.
Who is your favorite author? And, if given the opportunity to meet them, what would you ask them?
Stephen King! I’d love to talk to him about where his ideas come from.
What did you do when you found out your first book had been contracted?
I was in shock. I read the email over and over, not believing what my eyes were telling me was true.
Has there been a person or influence in your life that has helped you reach your writing goals?
My husband and real life hero, David. He’s been there every step of the way and never gave up on me.
Do you have any words of inspiration to aspiring authors? What advice would you offer a writer trying to publish?
Never give up! If you truly want this you have to work hard for it. Learn your craft, learn the industry, and surround yourself with people who can help you learn, and will support you no matter what.
Tell us about your current release.
HUNTED is book 2 of my Seduced By A Demon series from Evernight Publishing. It’s an erotic paranormal romantic suspense, and picks up where THE LAST SOUL left off, although the books can be read out of sequence.
For the past four hundred years, Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.
Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.
Do you have any upcoming projects in the works?
Yes! PLAYING FOR KEEPS is the third and final book in the series. Teresa is a demon being hunted by her king for betrayal of one of her own, and because she continued her involvement with one of the mortal men she seduced into signing away his soul. Alone and on the run, she cons her way into a job as a waitress in a small-town bar. She thinks the owner, drop-dead sexy Damien Walker, is the perfect mortal to help her hide. He doesn't ask questions or act suspicious when Teresa shows up out of nowhere asking for a job, and he's great eye candy. Surely a little fun on the side with a clueless mortal wouldn't hurt, would it?
Damien Walker would bet his bottom dollar that Teresa is on the lam from Hell. He should know. He used to track demons before he was forced to give up his Nephilim bounty hunter status. Now he serves drinks to locals in a run-down bar. It's easier to mire in self-pity when you do something pointless for a living. But Teresa isn't like other demons masquerading as humans. She's sexy but scared shitless, desperate to hide her true identity-and the reason she's on the run-from everyone, including Damien. The fact that he's drawn to her is a complication he'd rather do without, but one he can't ignore.
Where can readers connect with you?
My website is http://carolynrosewood.com
Thanks so much for stopping by and for leaving us with a little taste of Hunted.
Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.
Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?
The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.
Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.
The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.
The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.
When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.
“Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.
The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.
She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. Her pussy grew moist and her nipples strained against the fabric of her crop top. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh
“I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”
Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?
“That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
“Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?
A grin that made her clit throb spread over his face. “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”
“Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”
“Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”
“What is he?”
Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”
“A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”
“Why is it embarrassing?”
“Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”
Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”
“Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.
Jahi bit the inside of her lip. If she could move right now she’d drag him into the bedroom of this hotel room and fuck him silly. “You’re a Nephilim, aren’t you?” Of course he was. The Nephilim were known to take delight in seducing humans, but she didn’t realize they’d also seduce demons. Doing so was supposed to be forbidden. Had the rules changed and she missed the announcement?