This is an opportunity to go behind the scenes, get into the nitty-gritty of the many paranormal worlds and enter into the fertile imaginations of authors I love. Bring a flashlight. It’s sometimes dark in here, but so worth the trip. Remember, monsters need love too. Otherwise, how would we ever have baby monsters?
Think on THAT a while…
Welcome, Chris Cannon Here! You’ve just released Going Down In Flames. Tell us a little bit about your story.
Bryn discovers she’s a shape-shifting dragon when flames shoot out of her mouth for the first time. (Not the present she’d hoped for on her sixteenth birthday.)
Do you consider your book(s) urban fantasy, paranormal romance or something else? What attracted you to the genre? Going Down In Flames takes place in modern times, but there is magic and paranormal elements. Of course there’s also romance. How about paranormal, urban fantasy romance?
Is this a series? Stand-alone book? If it is a series, what does the future look like for this series? How many more books to come? What can we expect and more importantly…WHEN!
Going Down In Flames is the first book in my shape-shifting dragon series. Book two is schedule to come out early Winter 2015. I’m about halfway through book 3.
What else are you working on?
I have a New Adult novel which I’m pitching as The Matrix meets La Femme Nikita. In the future, Psychics are recruited a.k.a kidnapped and forced to work as spies.
Of all the characters in your fictional word, which one or couple would you most like to hang out with over a long weekend? What would you do together? What actor or actress would play him/her in a movie?
I’d like to hang out with Valmont, Bryn’s knight. He’s snarky and smooth with a side of sexy.
Let’s talk about craft. Are you a plotter or pantser? What are the first steps you take before diving into the writing of the next book? I’m a panster. I start with characters and put them in a situation, which will cause conflict. I know the major plot points of the book but how I get from point A to point B is a mystery until it pours out onto the page.
Do you have any advice to new authors or anyone considering writing fiction?
Read, read, read.
Can you give us a taste of what to expect?
Finding out on your sixteenth birthday you’re a shape-shifting dragon is tough to swallow. Being hauled off to an elite boarding school is enough to choke on.
Since Bryn is the only crossbreed at the Institute for Excellence, all eyes are on her, but it’s a particular black dragon, Zavien, who catches her attention.
Zavien is tired of the Directorate’s rules. Segregated clans, being told who to love, and close-minded leaders make freedom of choice almost impossible. The new girl with the striped hair is a breath of fresh air, and with Bryn’s help, they may be able to change the rules.
At the Institute, old grudges, new crushes, and death threats are all part of a normal day for Bryn. She’ll need to learn to control her dragon powers if she wants to make it through her first year at school. But even focusing on staying alive is difficult when you’re falling for someone you can’t have.
Bryn’s heart beat fast as she flew through the night sky. Up above the clouds, there wasn’t much to see. Everything was gray and damp, which fit her mood perfectly.
The wind buffeted her wings, making it difficult to fly in a straight line. Her short practice flight hadn’t prepared her for this type of exertion. What if she couldn’t make it? A cold blast of wind knocked her off course and sent her veering toward Zavien.
He moved out of the way with ease. “Hello, I was flying there.”
Like she needed crap from him right now. A growl rumbled from her throat, and smoke shot from her nostrils.
He must’ve realized how close he was to being barbecued, because the next word out of his mouth was, “Sorry.”
Twenty minutes later, Garret and Zavien began a spiraling descent. Thank God. She landed next to them on the ground and stumbled sideways. Using her wings, she steadied herself. Why were landings so hard? Tired and embarrassed, she shifted to human form. Her legs felt like they were made of cement.
A tall, black, wrought iron fence stood between them and the buildings beyond. A security guard with red hair and a muscular build like her father’s stood by the gate. He didn’t appear happy to see them. “What are you doing out here? Curfew is in ten minutes.”
Zavien produced a letter from his shirt pocket. “Believe it or not, I’m on official duty for the Directorate.”
The security guard scanned the paper. “There’s a first time for everything.” He pressed a code into the numbered pad on the side of the gate. It swung open on silent hinges. “Best get inside. It’s late.”
Bryn stepped onto the school grounds and examined the campus that would be her new home. Something about this place was off. Old-fashioned streetlamps lined the walkways, casting a haze of light. Imposing buildings, complete with statues of gargoyles, loomed against the night sky. Dark figures could be seen on stone balconies. Some stood on two legs, while others had wings.
Half a dozen buildings surrounded the large park they walked through. The landscaping was too perfect. It reminded her of the time she’d gone to Disneyland, where the bushes had been trimmed to resemble giraffes and lions. There wasn’t a stray leaf or weed anywhere. But this definitely wasn’t the happiest place on earth.
“This way.” Garret led them toward a building on the right. When they reached their destination, he held the door open for her. “Welcome to our dorm.”
As she stepped across the threshold, a sea of curious, hazel eyes met her gaze. She did a double take. Every single person had the same coloring as Garret. Same dark skin. Same brown hair.
And she was gawking. Clamping down on the anxiety attack she felt certain was coming on, she gave a tight smile. Her audience pointed and whispered. Not the friendliest greeting she’d ever received. At least they weren’t pelting her with textbooks.
Where can we find you and your books online?
Chris Cannon lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and her three dogs, Pete the shih tzu who sleeps on her desk while she writes, Molly the ever-shedding yellow lab, and Tyson the sandwich-stealing German Shepherd Beagle. She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures.
I’ll be at the Vegas Valley Book Festival in October.