Author: Kelly Ethan
Genre: Paranormal Romance Novella
This is book one in the Vegas Mythbehaving series.
What’s the next step when a girl is forced to tell the truth and deal with crazy Greek gods? Have mind-blowing sex with a hunky god, of course.
Cassandra Troy comes from a long line of fortune-tellers and her mother is no exception. But having sworn off the business when her mother goes missing, Cassandra’s not impressed.
She has to track her mother down before the family business drives her round the bend.
But with strange accidents, an inability to tell a lie, a hunky hotel manager named Hermes and a host of people who swear they’re gods of mythology, the task might be harder than she thought.
It’s time for a girl to lay down the law.
A little bit about Kelly...
Kelly Ethan enjoys writing paranormal and urban fantasy both adult and young adult. She has had both paranormal romances and a non fiction book contracted to various publishers. No matter the genre, Kelly loves kick-ass and sarcastic heroines who like to save the day and the hero.
Writing is her outlet for madness. She has worked as a library assistant and reviewed category romance novels. She moves regularly around Australia every few years and is a supernatural/paranormal TV junkie. She inhales paranormal, erotica, urban fantasy, science fiction and fantasy, middle grade, young adult, and military spy thrillers.
She has many influences but loves Sherrilyn Kenyon, David Weber, Matthew Reilly, Jennifer Estep, Kelley Armstrong, Cassandra Clare, Ally Carter, Gini Koch, Rick Riordan and Illona Andrews to name a few.
2007 EPPIE award finalist for The Beast Within. The Eppie Awards recognize outstanding achievement in electronic publishing. The awards have been given out annually since the first EPIC conference in 1999.
Q&A with Kelly Ethan
Ever since I can remember I’ve loved writing and reading. But it really started when I was pregnant with my first child and being driven crazy by hormones. My mother who writes as well and lives to corrupt me suggested I give writing a go. The first attempt was horrid and I shudder when I see it but from then on I was hooked.
Do you have any strange writing habits?
Moi? Strange…nooooo. I have to eat almonds and chocolate while writing. My muse just won’t work without it. Also I have an addiction to The Vampire Diaries so when I edit I either have the soundtracks playing or have one of the episodes running ;)
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Finding time around children. I have three including twins and sometimes it looks like Armageddon here. So finding time is a massive challenge.
Tell me about your current project
My current project is called Miss Predictable. The first in my Vegas Mythbehaving series. A series featuring Greek Gods in Las Vegas. The story features a cynical, non-believer descended from a long line of fortunetellers and a hunky Greek God. Think lots of heat, a swoon worthy hero, a smart mouthed heroine and lots of intrigue and fun ;)
Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?
She’s strong despite what she see’s as the angst of her past. She won’t let anyone get the better of her. Sometimes she says things she regrets but in the end she wants to do what’s right regardless of the cost to herself. Love isn’t something she’s interested in but eventually she takes that leap of faith. Oh and she’s an Oracle to ultimate power. Sounds special to me ;)
Which actress could you see playing the lead character from your book?
Mila Kunis, Anna Kendrick, Eliza Dushku, Phoebe Tonkin, Emily Blunt and Jennifer Garner. Just to name a few.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
The surprising sense of achievement you feel when you type ‘The End’. It warms your whole body and you feel like you could take on the world or toddlers hopped up on sugar.
Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?
Emmy Ellis. The head of art at Totally Bound Publishing and all around art goddess designed the cover. I wanted a snippet of a Vegas city scene and temple column to suggest something otherworldly. But the heroine was totally Emmy. She pulled the picture of what I wanted straight out of my head.
What is the weirdest thing that has ever been said or done to you by a fan? (Internet stalkers count)
The nudge, nudge, wink, wink as someone asks me where I get my ideas for my love-scenes can sometimes weird me out. All I can say is I have a great imagination.
What can we expect from you in the future?
Since I have just finished number four in the Vegas Mythbehaving series you can expect a lot more Greek Gods, werewolves, a sexy male muse and a descendent of Medusa. An Amazon princess or two and maybe a dragon and a slayer might appear in a new series.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Write. Write. Write and oh yeah write again. You can’t edit a blank page. So even if you feel it’s crap you can’t fix what isn’t there. Oh and I love my Dana Alphasmart, that helps too ;)
Here is a sneak peak from Miss Predictable!
Copyright © Kelly Ethan 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
“Oh, damn.” Cassandra flinched as a jagged blue bolt of lightning sizzled overhead. She planted her foot on the accelerator and roared up the curved driveway of the Olympus Hotel and Casino, praying she didn’t hit one of the many peacocks that wandered throughout the enclosed landscape.
Reaching the entrance foyer, she ground to a halt with a screech of brakes and, releasing the seatbelt, threw herself out of the vehicle. At least that was the idea. In reality her foot caught in the belt and she ended up on hands and knees on the cobbled courtyard. She scrambled to her feet and backed away from the car… Just in time.
A new lightning spear hit the roof of the vehicle. The hood flew open with a monstrous belch. Black smoke billowed high into the sky. A bellhop scampered past and screeched to an undignified stop next to the dying Chrysler, his mouth open as he stared at the charred mess.
Cassandra ignored him. Instead, she bared her teeth at the dark cloud hovering above what was left of her car and flashed a one-fingered salute at the gods. “Bloody hell. What next?” She raised her voice. “Any other natural disasters you want to throw at me?”
On the day her mother disappears, suddenly ferocious heat-seeking lighting stalks her? What storm follows a person at all, let alone from Chicago to Las Vegas?
Speak of the evil black in the sky… Cassandra cringed as another charge of lightning-fed electricity traced a path across the driveway then circled back behind the peacocks that clustered in a group in the shade of a nearby bush. The birds, already upset by the noise of the thunder, set up a frantic cry. Another follow-up flash was enough to send them in a last-ditch charge.
As one, the feathered flock raced across the driveway toward the apparent safety of the foyer. On the heels of another roll of thunder, the peacocks increased their pace until they bobbled like frantic aerobics instructors on steroids. As they reached the cobbled area in front of the open door, Cassandra found herself surrounded. She flung her arms out, trying to dodge the peacocks with little steps in an effort to get out of their way. A sharp beak prodded at her bottom and, with a shriek, she rubbed her offended posterior. Well, so much for that.
The birds surged into the building. Bellowed curses followed their entrance. Cassandra, along with the bellhop, moved closer to the door then peered inside. She couldn’t help but wince at the agitated peacocks attacking the many marble statues scattered throughout the lobby.
She hugged herself tightly around her middle and backed away. She grimaced and shook her head. Another apology. The list grew longer every minute. The car, the feathered freaks. But weren’t hotel employees trained for different kinds of situations? She wondered if killer storms were part of their training package.
Another question. Why did everyone ask questions?
“Everything’s fine. It’s just Beat On Cassandra Week.” Not a horrible answer. Twist her words a tad and no one got hurt.
Her run of bad luck had started seven days ago when her apartment had died as a result of storm damage. A deluge of water had descended on the apartment roof and flooded her place, making the building uninhabitable. No wonder the insurance company cursed the Troy name. She’d had no choice but to camp with her mom.
Cassandra curled her lip at her well-meaning-mother-avoidance plan. No paranormal interaction needed, just bury myself in work. Except three hours after she’d shifted into her mother’s one-bedroom apartment above the shop where she ran her business, Cassandra found herself without a job. Wouldn’t you know it? The library where she worked had closed owing to a mold and mildew problem.
Then what does Mom do? She runs off for a weekend away and here I am a week later—no parent in sight. Cassandra snorted. What was worse was that she was supposed to look after the business.
Her mother ran a little shop selling all kinds of occult paraphernalia. Old books, crystals, wands and a myriad other things people in the woo-woo trade seemed to think was necessary. Total bunkum, as far as Cassandra was concerned.
The main focus of the business, though, was her mother’s tarot readings and crystal ball gazing. And she’d been left to run it? Damn difficult when she didn’t believe in any of this bull. The shop she could have dealt with, but the rest? No way, no how! It felt too much like suckering people in and taking their money under false pretenses. In fact, the whole thing grated on Cassandra’s last nerve. It was time to drag her runaway mom back home and restore reality to its rightful place.