EtS Welcomes Tricia Schneider!
Today we will be talking with Tricia Snyder, who has a new book out from Wild Rose Press. Welcome Tricia!
Do you like stories full of suspense, intrigue and danger? Perhaps with a twist of the paranormal? And a healthy dose of romance, as well? So do I. In fact, I’m addicted to such stories. So addicted that I write them.
My debut e-book novella, The Witch and the Wolf, is a story that was inspired by my love for these elements. A gothic romance it has, as its title hints, a witch and a werewolf. These elements fascinated me since my youth. I can trace the influence for this story back to a particular television show that completely captured my fascination as a child.
When I was a young girl, every night at seven o’clock my mother turned on the television to watch re-runs of a show she’d watched as a child herself. She’d literally run home from school so she wouldn’t miss it. That show was a soap opera called Dark Shadows.
Any of you remember that one?
She loved the show and during the course of watching it every night I grew to love it, too. Its mystery, suspense and drama were all well and good, but it was the episode where Willy Loomis broke into the Collins’ family mausoleum searching for the gold they presumably stashed in the chained coffin concealed in the secret room that captured audiences (and me!). After slowly opening the heavy lid to the coffin, the episode ended with a look of terror on poor Willy’s face as a bejeweled hand reached out and grabbed his throat.
How could you not be addicted to a show after that?
Introduce, Barnabas Collins, a man who lived during the 1700’s, loved a woman named Josette and cursed by another woman, Angelique. Since Barnabas did not return Angelique’s love and continued to pine over the lovely Josette, Angelique did what she did best. Being a witch, she cursed him. Cursed him to become a vampire. Ah, the intrigue! And the anguish Barnabas suffered! Especially when his beautiful Josette, in a fit of despair, threw herself off of Widow’s Peak (aptly named) rather than be tied to Barnabas for eternity as his vampire bride. Eventually, Barnabas’ horrible secret was found out by his father, who then had him chained in a coffin and stashed away in the secret room in the family mausoleum. Surely, no one would find him there! Fast forward nearly 150 years to the greedy and desperate Willy Loomis.
Oh, that show had everything! Vampires, witches, ghosts, werewolves…. You name it, they had it. They even created it! A Frankenstein-like monster brought to life and then a woman created to be his mate. Gypsy curses, demon hands, sorcerers, time travel, parallel universes. Oh, I could go on and on….
Needless to say, the plotlines and characters intrigued me so much that every night after the cliff-hanger ending, I turned to my mom and asked ‘What happens next?” And, of course, my mother who had seen and memorized every episode as a child, would smile and tell me I’d have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
Oh, what torture!
My novella, The Witch and the Wolf, was heavily influenced by Dark Shadows. Although my heroine, Lillian, is a witch she is no Angelique. The hero, Jeremy, could be compared slightly to the tormented Quentin who was introduced as an evil ghost but when Barnabas goes back in time he discovered Quentin was cursed to turn into a werewolf. Oh, yes, this show was perfect for a paranormal fanatic like me. And today, my writing reflects my love for the paranormal and gothic tones, the mystery and intrigue of such shows just like Dark Shadows. I hope you’ll enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Tricia Schneider worked in a bookstore for 12 years as the resident ‘romance expert’. Now she’s a stay-at-home mom and writes during nap time.
Tricia’s website: http://www.triciaschneider.com
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Lord Jeremy North’s curse is to become a werewolf during every full moon, turning into a bloodthirsty monster that kills with no remorse. When he finds a woman nearly frozen upon his doorstep, his sense of honor compels him to hellp her, even at the risk he might kill her himself.
Lillian Merriweather hadn’t planned to get caught in a blizzard while traveling the English countryside. Nor had she planned on finding refuge in a house full of secrets. But Lillian has secrets of her own. And what she’s running from is not far behind…
There were several moments Jeremy North suspected he suffered hallucinations. Most of those times had been when he had first begun to change into the beast during the full moon. And now, as he answered the knocking he had at first imagined to be the pounding in his skull, he wondered if the brandy he had been drinking this evening was perhaps tainted. He could not quite believe his eyes.
A woman stood on his doorstep, covered in a layer of snow, her bright blue eyes silently pleading to him just before her eyelids fluttered closed, and she crumpled at his feet. He managed to set the candle down safely on a table in time to catch her before she cracked her head on the stone beneath her. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, brought her into the house, slamming the door closed with his foot. He hurried into the library with his unexpected guest. North had returned earlier seeking the warm oblivion of yet another glass of brandy. He grimaced at the memory of countless other sleep-deprived nights spent in much the same way. Sans an unconscious woman, however.
He placed the bundled woman onto the sofa, ignoring the fact that the snow was bound to create a water stain on the fabric once it melted. He leaned over her, pushing the curly brown strands of wet hair off her face and checked to see if she still breathed. Satisfied when he felt her breath on his hand, he went back to the corridor.
“Amery!” He roared.
Turning back to the woman on his sofa, he again felt the necessity to blink his eyes, wondering if they played a trick with his senses. He lit more candles to brighten the room and added more wood to the fire. Then he walked back to the woman and knelt at her side. He found her hand dangling over the edge of the sofa and took it gently in his, the digits frozen stiff. He inhaled a gasp. He cupped both of his hands instinctively around hers, hoping to lend her his warmth.
He heard the shuffle from the hallway and Amery’s muttering, then a noisy yawn.
“Bloody hell! What is this?” Amery bellowed from the doorway.
North ignored the query. “We need blankets,” he said, instead. “She’s frozen through.”
Amery nodded and left.
A muffled groan from behind drew his attention, and he turned to see the woman’s eyelids flutter open. He inhaled sharply as her bright blue gaze fell upon him.
She studied him for a moment.
And then, she smiled.