Tiffany Allee is visiting, today, and has something pretty hot to share with us, as well as answering some questions to get to know her even better. Read details about her latest paranormal romance and the excerpt she's sharing. There's also a fantastic GIVEAWAY if you live in the US.
CPA-turned-romance-author Tiffany Allee used to battle spreadsheets in Corporate America, and now concentrates on her characters’ battles to find love. Raised in small-town Colorado, Tiffany currently lives in Phoenix, AZ, by way of Chicago and Denver. She is happily married to a secret romantic who tolerates her crazy mutterings.
She writes about ass-kicking heroines and the strong heroes who love them. Her work includes the suspense-driven From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency series which revolves around a group of paranormal cops solving crimes and finding love, and Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid, a lighthearted paranormal romance (Entangled Publishing).
Tiffany has an MBA in accounting and nearly a decade of experience in corporate finance. All super useful stuff for a writer who spends far too much time trying to figure out fun ways to keep her characters apart, and interesting ways to kill people (for her books—of course!).
Let's find out a little bit more about Tiffany...
Take yourself back 20 years and tell us if you had any aspirations to become an author at that time.
Yes! I was actually doing my best to write books, but I was young and didn’t get too far. Since I was really into epic fantasy, I mainly planned worlds and their histories and lost interest by the time it came to actually writing the stories. I drew up some pretty great maps for a girl who couldn’t draw! I did get about fifty pages into one book at around that age, but it was essentially fifty pages of backstory about a large cast of heroes (I believe there was at least one elf in the bunch!).
What were you mainly doing as a daily occupation at that time?
I was thirteen, so homework and mowing lawns for extra book money. I eventually moved past the lawns to become a CPA and work in corporate finance.
And today? How do you mainly spend an average day?
Today I write full-time, which requires more time spent doing things other than writing than one might imagine.
Now jump forward 20 years from today. What do you think you’d like to be doing then?
I’ll be writing. I’m very determined. ;)
Good thinking! What’s your preferred genre for reading material?
I love romance (obviously) and will read just about any subgenre. I also love thrillers/mysteries, fantasy, and nearly anything speculative. I enjoy both young adult and adult fiction, although most of my reading time is spent with adult books. I will try just about anything. Voice is very important to me, so if I try a sample and it pulls me right in, I’m usually set for the ride regardless of genre.
I'm reading lots of different genres these days and find the variety quite enlightening. What genre/ sub-genre do you feel comfortable writing in?
I feel most comfortable in romance, particularly in paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary. But I’m a big believer in trying new things that I’m interested in, so I’ll likely be writing in other genres as well.
Yes, again - I agree. I'm writing across different genres and love the challenges each present. What do you think will be the main reading materials within the next decade? Books, some form of portable tablets?
I don’t believe that print books will ever disappear, but I would expect ebooks to slowly continue to take up more market share. It seems like tablets are the preferred method, although I love the e-ink technology in ereaders, so I’ll probably stick with that and print.
In recent years there’s been a movement towards popular cult-type stories- sometimes driven by what’s been popular on TV and the cinema, like Vampire, shifter, time-shift sub-genres. What do you see as being the ideal focus to capture the imagination in 5 years time?
Gosh, I wish I knew—I’d probably start writing in it now if it interested me. The focus in romance lately has seemed to heavily lean toward contemporary (which I love, don’t get me wrong), but I’d love to see more interest in subgenres we don’t see as often like fantasy and science fiction.
Can you give us an idea of what your writing schedules might be like during 2014?
I will be working on books two and three in my Sons of Kane series—book two is out in April. I also have a couple of other books in the planning stages that I will work on this year.
Fast and furious:
Ice cream or chocolate cake? Cake! No, ice cream. No, cake. …Can I have both?
Home made lemonade or rum cocktails? Wow, you force some tough choices. Probably lemonade, but there are days I’d take the rum. ;)
Cycling tour of France or a beach holiday in the Caribbean? France! Probably the cycling would be minimal, but I love the idea of cycling across the French countryside.
A date with a politician, or a date with Gerard Butler? Uh Gerard Butler. How is this even a question? ;)
Children or pets? Pets. I love kids, but I don’t have any yet, so I’ll have to go with my cats.
Great answers, Tiffany, thank you!
Ava Keller sees the future. When she suffers a horrifying vision of a man’s violent death, she knows from experience nothing she does will stop it from becoming a reality. But when she meets a strong, broken man, he makes her want to believe in second chances.
Vengeance consumes him . . .
Tortured by his past, Karson has worked tirelessly to wreak vengeance on the demons who murdered his family. But when Ava inadvertently disrupts his intricate plan for revenge, his focus shifts to an all-consuming need to keep her alive and in his arms.
Love could save their souls . . .
Thrown together by fate, Ava and Karson explore their new feelings and discover hope for the future. But they must battle the demons threatening humanity to find a destiny worthy of their love.
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Read on and you'll find a fantastic excerpt for your coffee break read!
Monstrous. That was the only word for it. Deep reds and yellows flashed at me, hurting my eyes. The sparkles were almost enough to put me right over the edge. What the heck were those things?
Rhinestones? Who wore rhinestones anymore?
“What do you think, Ava?” Miriam asked.
I bit my lip, searching my mind for a way to tell her that it was the fugliest thing I’d ever seen without off ending her. I cast a quick glance about us. Thanks to the after-dinner hour, the hospital cafeteria where we sat at a chipped Formica-topped table was almost empty. No one else seemed to notice us, or the horrible dress that my best friend was waving around. But combined with the smell of disinfectant that clung to the stark white walls and pastel plastic furniture, the dress was enough to make me dizzy.
Nope. There was no way to be polite.
“I think it’s horrible,” I admitted. Miriam’s fashion sense tended toward the wild side, but that dress crossed a line. Besides the garish sequins, the neckline looked like it would hit her navel.
“Really?” Miriam held the dress at arm’s length and studied it with a critical eye. “I thought it might be nice for the graduation party. I don’t graduate from medical school every day. Might be a good chance to wear something saucy.”
I suppressed a shudder at the idea of wearing something so flashy in public. But that was Miriam. Brave and fun and willing to journey into the scariest places fashion offered. Despite our differences, we’d been best friends ever since the day in middle school when Miriam decided we would be.
Miriam got what Miriam wanted.
She was also my favorite person in the world. So it worked out pretty darn well for me.
“Besides, once I start my residency, I won’t be out of scrubs for years,” she said. “There’s only so much you can do to make scrubs look good.”
The ache that had settled into my chest ever since the reality of Miriam leaving had hit me flared into pain. I was twenty-five for crying out loud, far too old to be using my best friend as a security blanket, even if she was leaving me alone in Chicago to pursue her dream of being a medical doctor in New York City. Mentally quashing the loneliness, I forced a grin.
My grin didn’t fool her and she frowned at me, then shoved the dress back into a Nordstrom bag. “You’re tougher than you think.”
“I know,” I said automatically. My fear of getting physically near people—heck, even being in the same room as large groups—was the source of many, many, many of our arguments. Especially lately. The last thing I wanted was to get into it again. Miriam was a gem, but she spent way too much time worrying about me.
Some things weren’t fixable.
I pushed down the self-pity the thought caused. The emotion was silly, self-indulgent, and unfounded. Sure, I wasn’t exactly sociable because of the constraints placed on me by my curse, but I still had a decent life. One that was a heck of a lot better than most people’s.
As long as I was careful not to touch anyone.
“So, I need to get as much Ava-time in as I can before I go. What are you doing tonight? You should come with me to find something to wear to the party, since you have to compete against this amazing dress.”
Compete against that? So not my style. The dress was a walking banner proclaiming Miriam to be vivacious and outgoing.
And more than a bit of a daredevil. If my clothes had a sign attached, it would identify me as “cautious,” or just scream “don’t touch.” There was no competition. And shopping? A sudden need to be out of this place, alone and in my own space, hit, and I tugged on my sleeves.
Miriam’s gaze shifted, just enough that I could tell she noticed. Awesome friend that she was, she pretended she hadn’t. “Actually, I’m a little beat,” she said. “Maybe I could bring a movie over? Something filled with angst and love and Colin Firth.”
“Are you ever getting out of the Colin Firth phase?”
She pushed up from the table, face serious. “Colin Firth isn’t a phase, Ava. He’s a way of life.”
“He’s a tad refined for my taste, but”— I stood and pushed my chair in—“I wouldn’t want to deprive you of something so important.”
Miriam turned to walk out of the cafeteria when she suddenly froze, her eyes widened, and her gaze locked on something over my shoulder. She let out a quiet whistle. “Wow, cute. Forget Colin Firth.”
As casually as I could, I snuck a glance behind me.
The man was anything but cute.
He could have been anywhere from his late twenties to midthirties. His good looks weren’t marred by the thick and ropey scar that ran down the side of his face and neck. I could see him playing Double Oh Seven, not Darcy. But the way he carried himself—arrogant but guarded—seemed out of place in the quiet hospital. His gaze weighed and categorized everything it took in and made my stomach clench and my heart speed up.
Fight or flight?
I looked at Miriam. “Quit grinning at him,” I whispered. “He looks like a thug.”