Interview with Margatrita Felices

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First why don't you tell us a little about yourself?

I work for the BBC and I live in a beautiful part of the UK known as Wales. I live with my partner and three mad lively little dogs and I am Gothic. I love gothic stories, architecture and music. The club I write about is real, it’s called something else, but it’s real and I would never have been able to write about some of my characters without the club.
When I started to write I knew straight away that I wasn’t going to be able to write anything normal - nothing romantic or about real life as it is today (although I did have a stab at a short romance, but the urge to turn them into something supernatural was overwhelming at times!J). I began my writing journey by sending in short stories for inclusion in women’s magazines. I managed to sell over a dozen stories and it paid my way through college. I was always interested in history and the supernatural, I’m a horror film fan, and I love anything that messes about with your head. I do avoid slasher type films and stories - there’s nothing clever in that type of thing. But I love love love Vampires!

Newest release?



My next novel is the second part of my JUDGEMENT OF SOULS trilogy and is a prequel. It’s at the edit stages at the moment so there’s nothing much I can say about it. But it does include sword fighting, a handsome Count, the French revolution, and a lot of new surprises and characters.

What can we expect from your stories, action, drama, romance, sex, blood and guts?

My story is sex blood and rock n roll. It’s a Gothic ride about vampires, lost treasures, revenge and blood, lots of it. I have car chases, romance, laughs and bitches.

Do you have a favorite character in your stories? Who? and Why?

I love Rachel, for all her faults she just wants to be loved – don’t we all? I can’t honestly say I have a favourite, you see they all have their qualities. Arun is such a hero, he’s handsome, smart, bossy, affectionate and a joker. Daniel is gorgeous too, the kind of person that turns anyone’s head. And Max? Well what can I say about Max? He’s a bad boy. A very bad boy.
DANIEL RACHEL
ARUN MAX

How about your least favorite character? What makes them less appealing to you?

Least? No I love them all, they are my friends, I’m very loyal.

Has there been any other authors who have inspired your work or helped you out with your stories?

I have messaged Anne Rice on Facebook and she came back to me almost immediately, she was very helpful. I also get a lot of encouragement from the publisher I’m signed with Books To Go Now, and their authors.

What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Review it. Indie authors depend on them and also promo and share it around. The more publicity we get the better. It’s such a hard business especially when places such as Amazon only promo famous authors. Since they got rid of those tags, I can never find my book in a category anymore.

Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published?

Writers.
Don't give up. If you have a story that is dying to be told, then work hard to tell it. But make sure you are doing your best work and you get an editor that can help you make the most of your manuscript.
Don’t give up even though you may get rejection letters. If everyone thought like that there’d be no books, no films. Keep writing, even if its dribble! Then read, re-read and edit. Try and write a little each day. One hundred words a day is seven hundred a week, twenty-eight hundred a month and one hundred words a day is so simple!
And carry a Dictaphone or a notebook and pen!
Readers.
Please don’t forget to leave reviews when you finish reading our books, it means such a lot. Share share share…

Do you have a favorite author? If yes, what draws you to that person’s work?

I am such an Anne Rice and Stephen King fan. Anne can describe a place and situation so beautifully and artistic and Stephen King can send those hairs to stand on end with every paragraph.

Can you remember one of the first things you wrote? What makes it memorable?

I wrote a short story and submitted it to a magazine. It was published, heavily edited (to fit one page) but at least it was sold, I knew from that moment on that I wanted to write – it just took longer than expected to implement. I rewrote that short story and it’s on sale as The Psychic.

Where do you gather most of the inspiration for your works?

People around me or conversations I hear or music.

Do you have any other interesting hobbies, pets or stories you would like to share?

I love taking pictures, I’m lucky that I live close to such beautiful countryside and coastline. Did you know that you can find fossils around our coastline? I have 3 mad Yorkies, they are everything to me.

Favorite places to travel or visit?

My favourite place is an island called Jersey. It’s in the Channel Islands and I go as many times a year as I can. It’s a very spiritual place to me, I can recharge my batteries and it’s one of the very few places where I can sit and just think.

And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:( Include links to were we can find your work)

It was nearly 11.30pm and things were getting heated at the Underground Palace. This was the first time Rachel had visited this club. She had followed a group in fancy dress costume and taken a playful curiosity in where they were going. Inside the club, people were dressed in costumes, vampires, zombies, and dark angels - a refuge for every kindred heart. Theatrical lights hung from the rafters, casting warped shadows on the dancers, the gothic arches and the stained glass windows. Against the walls, small intimate arches with red velvet sofas under them were almost always occupied by some of the clubs regulars. From here you could admire what was going on in the centre of the club as well as being a place for more private engagements. Fake cobwebs had been sprayed onto the pillars, the stage area and walls, with most of it hanging precariously over the gathering of youths who were quickly chugging down their drinks in a race to see who would get drunk first. Black and white cut-out pictures of monsters were stuck on the walls and over the bar area hung an ultra violet light that rotated in a sort of semi-circle and shone across that part of the room and towards the pictures, giving them a startling effect. It also gave whoever stood near the light an eerie ultra glow to their eyes and teeth. A very fascinating and interesting result!
On the black stage, a disc jockey generated a thundering mix of tormented Goth and heavy metal to long haired men and women who shook their heads with such ferocity you feared for their safety.
Women in various types of PVC Halloween costumes, heavy eye makeup and with fake blood dripping down their faces and necks hung around the areas surrounding the stage and dance floor, and men with multiple piercings and equally interesting costumes queued at the bar.
Rachel was surprised at what she was seeing. They were all so beautiful, so translucent, and they shone when the lights hit them.
At last! Somewhere she didn’t feel out of place with her pale skin, dark eyes and black clothes. She looked around. Velvet and lace adorned some of the women; leather, piercings, ripped shirts and velvet jackets adorned some of the men.
The music was a mixture of haunting love songs full of betrayal and death.

Juliette, the club’s resident singer, stepped onto the stage and stood in front of the mic, spotting Daniel she blew him a kiss and waited until he sent one back,
but all he did was wave. Other bands often frequented the venue, but she was the club’s regular entertainment.
Juliette had long red hair, skinny thighs, long fake nails painted black, and a smart mouth. Her features were accentuated by large brown, almost black, eyes and red expressive lips. Daniel loved Juliette, she had become a member of his family and he loved her as a brother would a sister.
A four-piece band followed her on stage and began setting up.
The drummer, a bald man in his late twenties, wearing tartan trousers covered in chains, a torn black T-shirt with a ‘Fuck You’ motif scarcely covering his muscled torso. The two guitarists were twin brothers who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jim Morrison from The Doors and who posed and dressed like the ill-fated singer. Why they would choose to imitate someone who’d been dead for years always puzzled Daniel, but whatever the reason, the crowd liked them. The last of the group was a young and nervous keyboard player, who seemed out of his depth, but happy to stay in the background. The group adjusted their instruments while Juliette adjusted her mic.
A faint tune emerged from the group.
Juliette swayed with the tempo and then the music dipped and the stage lighting changed to pinks and purples and blues that swirled around the stage area. Dry ice spouted out of a machine to the side of the stage and floated eerily across it.
The guitarists and keyboard player continued the slow beat and Juliette, in a seductive deep voice, uttered into the mic: “I can feel your pain.”
The audience erupted in claps and jeers.
The song, with its haunting melody, once a familiar tune that was a hit for a well-known Gothic band filled the club with ghostly lyrics that made the audience sway in time with the music, forgetting their troubles, forgetting their very existence, losing themselves in her voice.
Daniel was watching one of his regulars, Sarah, as she danced with the stranger she’d just met. Sarah had always paid particular attention to him, and tonight he wondered if he shouldn’t give her another chance. It’d beat going home alone again. But as he watched he also noticed a new woman who’d entered the club and was making her way to the bar.
Tobey noticed her too.
They watched as the svelte figure made her way past them, and both men sat, mouths open in awe.
“Now that’s a bit more like it,” said Tobey, nudging Daniel on the arm.
“Sorry mate.” Daniel stood up, and with a grin he looked down at his friend. “But I saw her first.”

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