11/4/13

Interview of Tmonique Stephens

Welcome.  Today, here on JBR we are happy to have Tmonique Stephens.  

We have a Rafflecopter giveaway going on, what are you offering for our contest?

I’m giving away a copy of Eternity.

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

WelI, I’ve been writing since high school where wrote my first novel about a reporter and a hockey
player after the U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. I’ve since switched to writing
paranormal romances and fantasy which are my favorite genres. I love writing and reading stories with flawed characters that have real life issues.
I'll read anything about fairies, demons, or angels, but I also enjoy Stephen King and Preston and Childs.
I'm hooked on 'Yes to the Dress', Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and Arrow. I can't get enough of these show!
I was born in St. Thomas USVI, but grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. I love SyFy, the History channels, and Asian cuisine. But my heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean. You can locate me here:

Website: http://tmoniquestephens.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TmoniqueStephens
Fan page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Tmonique-Stephens/334686337991
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Tmoniquebooks
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/tmoniquestephen/
Email: Tmoniquebooks@gmail.com

Newest release.
Everlasting (Descendants of Ra # 2)

Everlasting (Descendant of Ra Book2) is my newest release. Check out the blurb:
Kill the beast. Save your brother. Win your freedom. No problem.
Falling in love with the cop trying arrest you?
Problem.

To save his twin from death, Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead, and
once more become what he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to
none. But he is haunted by those who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog
his footsteps, relentless in their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to
do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the Goddess. She
may own his body, but never his heart.
Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover
what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign
Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.
It is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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

You can expect hot men, passion drenched romances, steamy love scenes (not just sex) that leave you
begging for more, and battle scenes that leave you gasping.
And with that in mind. Meet the Descendants of Ra.
ROMAN NICOLIS
Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked
his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only
to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their
love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her
father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . .
until now.
FAVORITE LINE: “In two minutes, you and I will
leave through your front door, wrapped in that
towel or fully dressed will be your only decision
tonight.”
ETERNITY Descendants of Ra: Book 1
REIGN NICOLIS
Kill the beast, save your brother, win your freedom
from the Goddess of the Dead. No problem for a
2000 year old warrior. Falling in love with the cop
trying to arrest you? Problem.
FAVORITE LINE: Damnation. “I won’t be gentle. I
can’t. Not this time.”
EVERLASTING Descendants of Ra: Book 2
AVERY NICOLIS
One brutal act has left him scared inside and out. Guilt fills his
heart. Chaos fuels his soul. One chance meeting is all he will
have to correct his wrong and get the only thing that matters
FAVORITE LINE: “I don't mind you naked. Wanna keep you
that way.”
EVERMORE Descendant of Ra: Book 3 coming



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

You always remember your first love, and my first love is Roman Nicolis, the hero of Eternity. Roman
was my first creation in the Descendants of Ra series so I spent the most time molding him into the man I wanted him to be. I had a really hard time moving on from Eternity when I finished the story, and there are times when I return to Eternity to read a favorite line.

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

I had a hard time answering this question because I like all of my characters and most of them I love,
even my villain have a place in my heart. I think it has to be that way in order to write the story.

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

JR Ward inspired me to write. Kressley Cole and CL Wilson inspired me to expand my imagination. And Stephen King continues to scare the pants off me.

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

Please leave a review and share your love of the book with your friends and family. If you really love my books, I have a street team on Facebook that would love new members. https://www.facebook.com/
groups/176070939240409/

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

If you like an author, leave a review. It truly helps and don’t be afraid to try an indie author. There are some great writers out there. As for getting published, never give up your dream. Perseverance works.

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

JR Ward’s work. All of her characters are so unique and the way she turns a phrase. Her writing is so
vivid and snappy. With each novel, I fall in love with her all over again.

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

I recently found a journal of poetry I wrote while in high school. They were cheesy and love struck and it was nice journeying down memory lane.

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

I dream my stories. I started doing this as early as I can remember. I would read a book, then redo the ending or continue the happily ever after. Over the years, I honed this skill and now, when I need to brainstorm, I lay down, let my thoughts drift. Soon, I’ve come up with a new character, plot twist, or an entire new novel.

Do you have any other interesting hobbies or stories you’d like to share?

I don’t have any hobbies, but in my nine to five life, I am a Mammographer. I am the person every
woman who is over forty, dreads seeing once a year for their annual mammogram. I have to say I love
my job because I help a lot of woman maintain their health. So, if anyone reading this post needs a
mammogram do yourself and your loved ones a favor and get it done. It could mean life and death.

Favorite places to travel or visit.

Well, I was born in St. Thomas so I love the Caribbean. I try to visit the islands often. Since I am writing stories about the Egyptian Gods, I would love to visit the pyramids. With the unrest happening in Egypt I don’t foresee that occurring in the near future, but hopefully one day.

Now here is a snippet of Eternity and Everlasting.

Eternity:
Curled on his body in the middle of Central Park, Roman let Stella sleep. Holding her wasn’t a hardship
as his mind wandered to the future, their future. Foolhardy, definitely, but what else could he do when he
held the object of his obsession in his arms?
Remember your promise and let her go.
He stroked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and slid his fingers down her silky cheek. She nuzzled
him, turned her face into his palm and kissed him. Every noble intention evaporated like a bead of
sizzling water in a hot skillet. Cock rock hard, he had to kiss her, feel her breath on his skin, in his body.
In the deserted park, he needed her now.
The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He froze. Battle instincts surged to the forefront,
screaming for action, instead, he listened to the night surrounding him and waited. Though not a hub
of wildlife, the creatures of Central Park were silent. They also waited. Somewhere, nearby, a predator
stalked.
He nudged Stella. She stretched, making him aware of every curve and hollow she possessed, and purred,
a sexy rumble deep in her throat. Before she could say a word, he cupped her head and pulled her into a
quick kiss.
“Shhh, we’re in danger,” he whispered against her lips.
Her head popped up and she eased off him. In the gloom, her frightened eyes met his. “What?” She
mouthed.
“We have to get out of here.”
Crouched low, he took her hand, together they crawled along next to the hedge. He looked over. His keen
eyesight picked up nothing and no one. So why did the same excitement he used to get before a battle
race through his veins? Stella squeezed his hand. Her wide eyes sent him a question he couldn’t answer.
He drew his gun from the small of his back and the silencer from his jacket pocket.
“Roman?” Her voice wavered.
He spared her a glance. “Whatever happens, do exactly as I say. Understand?”
Her head bobbed on her neck.
“Walk beside me, not in front or behind. Got it?”
Not far from the nearest road, they stuck to the trees and away from the open expanse of the Great Lawn.
Leaves crunched behind them. He’d never run from anything in his life. Even before the curse and his
immortality, he stood his ground and killed everything in his path. Now, whatever stalked him, stalked
her. His senses told him only one lurked in the darkness, but with Stella to protect, he couldn’t risk it.
The Delacorte amphitheater loomed ahead. He guided her into the shadows. Stationed behind a statue, he
aimed and watched the route they had just taken. Stella clutched his jacket, her shivering body pressed
close.
“Tell me.”
“There’s someone out there.”
“It could be anyone, ’kids maybe?”
“Maybe.” He agreed purely to reassure her. But as he spoke, one hundred yards away, something peeled
away from the shadows of a large tree and charged.
“Stay.” He ordered. Through his jacket, her nails dug into his back. He pulled away, but she wouldn’t let
go. He shrugged out of his jacket and advanced. She called to him, begging him to return, but the blood
rushing in his ears drown out her voice. He rushed forward and focused on the attacking foe.
Wait. He skidded to a halt. He had a shot, but . . . something was wrong. The height was too short.
Whoever ran toward him must be a child—or running on all fours. He squinted at the slice of darkness
closing the distance between them. The tree coverage ended and speckled moonlight dotted the Great
Lawn, uncovering the thing barreling forward. For a split second his mind tried to unravel the impossible
nightmare quickly shrinking the distance, before he fired three shots between its widely spaced eyes. It
roared and charged faster.
“Run, Stella!” He fired running back to the theater. She hadn’t listened. Instead of running away, she
met him. He grabbed her hand and ran, but she couldn’t keep up and the thing behind them closed the
distance.
“Is it him, The Strangler?” she shouted breathless.
They ran past The Preserve, rounded a column and then stopped. Shrouded in gloom, the outline of the
pond appeared in front of the Belvedere Castle. He didn’t want her to see what chased them, but before
he could stop her, she turned. Her scream pierced the night. Yards away, a bellow replied. He jerked her
around and shoved. She stumbled and fell into the water.
“Go!” This time, she didn’t fight. For a second, he watched her swim. Then turned in time for claws to
dig into his side.
Everlasting:
“I have been with you for many days and could have killed you a dozen times, but I did not.”
Reign crowded Alexis until her back was against a wall and her gun was pressed into the center of his
chest. His face was the only thing she saw. Her breath caught. Her insides fluttered.
“Do you wish me harm, Alexis? If you do, your weapon will achieve nothing. I do not know if
my sword will achieve anything, but I dare say you would have better luck with my blade than with your
gun.” The word rolled off his tongue like a sensual sigh. She lowered her weapon and shoved it back into
the holster.
Hilt first, he handed the sword to her and waited until she had a strong grip before releasing
his hold. It pulled her down and thunked into the carpet. She tried to lift it, but couldn’t. Reign smirked
and sat on the sofa while she dragged the blade—cutting a slice in the faded carpet—to the chair. Well-polished and honed to a sharp edge, the sword glinted as she traced a finger over the intricate design. The
cold metal tantalized as she imagined him wielding above his head while he charged onto a battlefield.
The image was terrifying…and erotic.
Braided leather wrapped around the handle and scroll characters traveled down the blade. No, not
characters, hieroglyphics. “Do you know what this says?” She stroked the metal. Puzzlement crossed his
featured, then a dawning awareness. She thought he was about to lie and say no. Instead, he nodded.
He stumbled over the pronunciations a few times before speaking. “‘I am the bringer. Face me
and be judged’. I have never read Egyptian before.”
“How’d you end up cursed in Egypt?” Instead of answering, he looked away. Okay. Next
question. “Why does the tether hold you here?”
His gaze swung back to her. “The Vanquished. When they come and I can no longer function.”
“Who’s the Vanquished?”
“Conquered warriors haunting my soul. They are my penance, my tormentors. The only peace I
find is when I’m within one hundred feet of the one who balances my soul. You are that person.”
She was about to say she didn’t want to be that person when his gaze turned sultry, swept across
her face, down the column of her throat and rested on her breasts. An internal switch flipped and she
flushed. Her fingers stroked down the blade as images of him—of them—entwined and doing things
she dreamed about flickered in her head. The positions, the thrusts, the licks, and touches. Orgasms after
orgasms. She, crying out his name.
His gaze roasted her. Those oceany eyes kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, slid down her body
and settled between her thighs where she ached. Her finger slipped on the metal and blood ran freely. The
sharp sting seared all lustful thoughts away. Instantly, he kneeled in front of her and grabbed her wrist.
She tried to jerk away, but he held her firmly, his thumb pressed hard on the wound.
 “Apologies, your injury is my responsibility. I never should have let you—”
“It’s okay. It’s not that bad.”
“It is. My nearness keeps causing you injury. That, I cannot allow.” His eyes blazed full of
anguish.
Strands of his long hair swept across his face, partially hiding his expression. Alexis brushed the
wayward locks away. She skimmed her palm down his sculpted cheek and through his short beard. His
eyes widened and…he stopped breathing. Amazed that she had actually caused a man to stop breathing at
her mere touch, Alexis leaned in for a taste, that’s all she promised. One kiss to settle the heat stirring in
her blood.
Centimeters away from his lips, she paused, then drew away.
There’s a reason you're celibate, Alexis. Too many relationships had soured quick and left her
swearing off men for the past year. But if there was ever a reason to end her diet, Reign was it.
He waited. Not a muscle betrayed his emotions, yet a vein pulsed wildly at the base of his neck.
But he lied.
What if you approach this logically? You want him. Your panties are sticking to you, you want
him so bad. So have him. Leave your heart out of it. Hell, men do it. You can do it too. Screw him, let him
work all your kinks out. Just don’t fall in love with him so when the shit hits the fan—
I won't be the one cut by the blades.
She pressed her lips to his.
Holy hell! Nothing had ever tasted so delicious, felt as delightful as his firm lips slanted across
her mouth. His whiskers gently brushed her skin, heightening her senses. His scent, woodsy with a hint of
musk, filled her lungs. She leaned into him, parted her lips, and licked the seam of his closed mouth. He
shuddered and his lips parted. His tongue darted inside her mouth and ignited her blood.
He wanted her. She didn’t just feel in it in his touch, but knew it as if she were peeking into his
soul.
They yanked apart, she panting while Reign inhaled sharply and exhaled deliberately. His pecs
heaved as his gaze devoured her. Nothing made sense, not the heat surfing through her body or the
hunger gnawing at her soul. Kissing Reign erased the presence of every man who had ever touched her.
Flustered, she glanced down and saw her finger still pressed between his.
He released her. She wiped away the smear of blood and found perfect new skin. “Okay, so how
did you do that?” She held up the healed digit to his puzzled stare.
“I do not know.” His gaze shifted away.
He’s lying. Disappointment dissolved the lingering taste of him. Wow, that didn’t take long.

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