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Monday, October 14, 2013

INTERVIEW / An Undying Oath By HK Savage


Interview with HK Savage


Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Hmm, well, obviously I write. Also, I like to be busy so I’ve always got a few things cooking. Right now I’m working on a few stories, picked up a part time job waitressing at a bar to people watch, and I’m still trying to do all that other stuff like handle family and pets and all that jazz.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Maybe that I always have to write to music and for whatever the scene is I have certain songs that get me right there emotionally in seconds. Also, when I’m stuck I go for a walk. By the time I get back to my computer I’m ready to write. Sometimes I can’t wait to get home and end up running more than walking. Hehe.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

I have to say Poe because he was so dark and raw yet his work had an elegance to it we don’t see much anymore.

What book are you reading now?

I have a few going. One is for research, On Killing. It’s a study on the human condition and what is happening in our society that’s causing the rise in mass killings. Then I’m reading Airicka Phoenix’s Octavian’s Undoing and Kendall Grey’s Beats which is just filthy hilarity.

Who designed the cover for this book?

I found the image and I loved it so I bought it months before the book was ready. Then Airicka Phoenix of Airicka’s Mystical Creations helped to put the type on.

Do you have another book in the works?

Always! I’m working on the next on in my bestselling Admiral’s Elite series as well as two for my new, er um, adult pen name, Kathleen Todd. I Dare You is one I’m hoping to have out next spring and then Show Time is the tentative title for one I’ve just started.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Of course there’s the usual, “keep writing” but also I’d say develop a thick skin and don’t read your reviews. Also, most important of all is to write for you. Don’t worry what’s trending or trying to sound like your favorite author. Your voice is what makes you stand out so develop it and write the stories that resonate with you because if it excites you, then it’ll excite readers too.

Do you have a day job as well?

I’m an editor in real life. Both for the small publishing company I opened March 2011, Staccato Publishing, but also for print advertising for the last eleven years.

What is your most embarrassing childhood moment?

I don’t remember, I think I’ve blocked it out.

When you have free time what do you do?

Practice martial arts, go for a walk to relax, hang with friends or family, or catch up with a favorite show on Netflix.

Favorite Quote? Why?

Do not go gentle into that good night – Dylan Thomas
Life is what we make it and I don’t want to get to the end and look back with regrets for what I should have done and what would have made me happy. So, as much as I can, I try to take the opportunities life presents.

What song has been the most inspirational in your writing? Why?

This is going to sound cornball but I started writing after Snow Patrol came out with A Hundred Million Stars. The entire Empath Trilogy stemmed from that album. My favorite song from that would have to be Crack the Shutters.


Coffee, Tea or Soda? Flavor?

Tea! Tea! Tea! I drink super strong black tea with cream and sugar. Loads of it!

Tent or Hotel?

Hotel all the way. To ignore centuries of civilized evolution just seems rude, don’t you think?

Favorite Scary Movie? Why?

I can’t stand scary movies but I do like a good psychological thriller, does that count? Hard to pick just one, I’m always bad with those questions. Maybe Sixth Sense. At least that’s what’s coming to me right now.

If you could be any Paranormal creature, what would you be?
Vampire for sure. I’ve loved them since Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake series when I discovered it in high
school. Don’t have to eat, sleep, or get old? Sounds cool. Sure, you might go mad over time but I guess there are always trade offs.


Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! Seriously, it’s the brightest spot in my day when I get a post on my Facebook page or an email from someone who has read my stuff and it touched them. To see that something that came out of my head was good enough to get someone to read it all the way through and enjoy, that’s just huge. Our time is so precious and there are so many books out there that to be picked by a reader feels amazing. I’m absolutely humbled and grateful to each and every one of them.



Synopsis:

Sergeant Justin Shaw returned from the war with what is left of his unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as test subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with them exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but also the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them could end up with her dead.





Excerpt

“I’ll go with her, Sarge.” Jimmy hopped out to make room for her to exit. Shaw was already out, landing lightly on the balls of his feet on the opposite side of the door. He moved like a fighter. Sam had seen a few truly good ones at the gym and at least Shaw was better than any she’d seen before. She would be willing to bet the other two weren’t slouches either. “No, I will.” He waited for Sam to take the lead, surveying the streets for threats. “Hear anything, Jimmy?” Sam watched Jimmy grab headphones off a hook below the narrow table serving as a desk in the cramped van. He listened for a minute and shook his head. “Nope. Can’t hear anything but that don’t mean it’s clear.” They exchanged a look Sam didn’t understand. She considered making a break for it and Shaw closed the distance between them, not touching but his message clear. Shaw let her open the outer security door leading into the complex then followed her into the building, but put his hand over hers when she slid the key into her lock. She jumped at his warm touch, noting in passing his hands felt calloused but not overly rough. Her eyes went to where their hands were stacked on her door and wondered how many people his hands had broken. How many women has he touched? Mortified at herself, she dropped her hand and stepped aside to let him open the door. He eased past and held a hand out indicating she should stay behind him. Seeing the way the men worked together and had her covered, Sam pretty much figured it was pointless to stage an escape attempt in her building or try to cry out and involve someone else. She couldn’t handle any more guilt, and apparently she was having some sort of breakdown brought on by stress. Thus, she was relatively subdued as she followed his silent command though she glared daggers at his well-developed back as he crept into her apartment. They were a few feet down the hall when Sam heard something tap the bathroom door, making her jump. She spun to face it and before she could do anything else, Shaw had his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her tight up against him with one hand, a gun appearing in his other. It was so fast she barely had time to recognize what was happening. Just one minute she was facing the bathroom, the next she was staring at a blue tshirt stretched snug over broad shoulders smelling a combination of fabric softener and hot man. Heart beating wildly, Sam put her hands out to push against his back and peer around him. His muscles were hard under her hands as he turned his head, placing his profile a hand’s breadth from hers. She could see the glints of gold and definitely auburn in the stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in at least a day. “Stay close.” He commanded in a whisper, taking his hand from her waist and pushing her back with his body, giving him room to open the door while hugging the wall as tightly as possible. Frightened enough to listen Sam stayed close, feeling the cool wall behind her. The result was a Sam sandwich. She breathed short, shallow breaths and moved with him. One hand reached out and twisted the knob, shoving it open in one fluid motion. Into the hall flashed a gray streak, low to the ground and yowling the whole time. Sam saw the gun tracking it and brought her hand down on his forearm, instantly re-aiming the gun’s muzzle at the floor away from its target. “Wait. It’s Bill,” she cried in a panic. The tension in his arm eased and she wriggled herself out from behind him to dash after her terrified cat


Author Bio:


HK Savage has been a voracious reader of anything she could get her hands on going back to the second grade when she would set her alarm two hours early to read before school. Her passion for the written word has continued and flowed into writing going back nearly as far. Her books have fans in twenty countries on six continents with hopes of attracting attention on Antarctica if for no other reason than to check a box.


Currently, HK is a mother, wife and black belt in Karate as well as an avid dressage rider. Her three dogs: a Doberman puppy and two ancient Doxies keep her busy when she is not writing or working.


HK has been an editor for several newsletters over the years, her favorite being for Heifer International where her ideas were put into effect and complimented by those on high. Currently her editing skills, honed for nearly a decade in advertising media, have been focused on her peers and clients in the writing world as Founder and Editor in Chief of Staccato Publishing and new digital imprint, Darkest Night Publishing.


Paranormal is a favorite genre as well as science fiction and the possibilities we have not yet realized. Her favorite premise: "what if?"



STALK HK!