Please welcome my colleague Violetta Rand. She was the spark behind the creation of the anthology of Viking novellas entitled Sirens of the Northern Seas. Getting five busy authors to collaborate on creating brand new stories around a central theme is no easy feat, but Violetta’s enthusiasm and determination to see it through resulted in a publication we are all very proud of. She’s also a fellow World of de Wolfe Pack sister.
Where were you born, Violetta?
What do you like most about where you live now?
Everything. Alaska is such a wild, untouched place. I love nature.
What’s your favorite season?
Any high school memories you’d like to share?
I often had stories I was working on confiscated by my teachers in class.
Do you have any personal heroes/heroines?
Our military men and women.
What is the worst job you ever had?
A dishwasher at a BBQ restaurant when I was 15.
Have you had any unusual or noteworthy occupations?
Do you have any hobbies?
Going fast on anything with an engine.
What is your feeling about social media?
Beneficial for many reasons—lets me connect with family/friends, fellow authors, and readers.
Tell us something you are really good at.
Can you confide something you’re not good at?
Staying in one place.
What’s your pet peeve?
Chewing with your mouth open.
Do you like animals? Pets?
Love them. I have three dogs and two cats.
What do you enjoy most about being a published author?
I love sharing my stories. Sometimes it’s a lonely job, sitting in front of my computer while everyone else is in the world.
How do you deal with writer’s block?
Never had it.
To what do you attribute your success as a writer?
Relentless determination and the people who have helped me along the way.
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
From real-life experiences mostly, and a big shot of imagination.
Tell us about your latest release.
Love’s Fury, Book One in The Viking’s Fury Series:
Caught between duty and passion…
After losing a drinking wager with his eldest brother, Konal the Red finds himself drafted by the Danish prince and fighting in Northumbria. Once his military contract expires, he intends to return to Norway where he belongs. But his exploits have earned him respect, lands, and a few enemies. Rewarded with a Saxon beauty who inspires more than simple passion, he’s determined to win her trust and body.
Caught between a heart locked on revenge and seduction…
Silvia, the only child of the church undersecretary, vows to avenge her beloved father after he’s killed in a siege. It doesn’t matter which Viking wielded the axe—an eye for an eye is the only thing that will satisfy her. When Konal claims her as a spoil of war, she sees it as the perfect opportunity for revenge. She never expects to discover a pure heart buried beneath Konal’s barbaric exterior.
As Konal slowly rekindles a spark of life inside her, their fates become hopelessly entwined. Not only must they withstand the violence of the envious lust-mongers who threaten them, Konal and Silvia must choose what’s most important—tradition or love that cannot be denied.
Do you enjoy writing series?
I love writing series, it gives me and readers a chance to really understand the history/world I’m presenting, and to get to know my characters better.
Buy link: Amazon
Silvia clutched a dozen scrolls to her chest as she raced through the scriptorium searching for somewhere to hide. She covered her mouth and coughed violently. Smoke filled every corner, diminishing the afternoon sunlight that typically filled the high-ceilinged room. Shelf after shelf of manuscripts had been obliterated by the steel axes these heathen occupiers hefted. God’s breath… She halted. A man-beast of mythological proportions stood nearby, his attention focused on the table before him. The place where the monks passed their long days studying.
“No!” She couldn’t remain silent—couldn’t stop herself from screaming as he tipped the torch he held, the loose parchments providing the kindling the flames needed to spread.
She clung more desperately to her precious cargo, texts her father specifically requested she grab before he was cut down. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, stifling tears that threatened to spill, ones she’d held back so she could think clearly. But nothing helped now, how could she keep the harrowing memory of her sire’s death out of her head? The answer came as goosebumps crept up her flesh like a cold wind.
She felt the weight of the intruder’s stare and opened her eyes. Had the heathen heard her yell? Or was he simply in search of something else to burn?
“Jeg er glad for å se at det er mer enn bøker i denne forlatt stedet.”
His words were not lost on her. Her father had taught her enough Norse to communicate with the filthy invaders. This was no Dane, but a Norwegian. The bloody animal dared to humor himself whilst devastating her home.
“Brenn i helvete,” she cursed him. Burn in hell.
He laughed riotously, then turned his attention back to the room.
Fool. He obviously underestimated the threat of a woman. Panic gripped her heart, but she had to remain focused. The secret tunnel running along the north wall came to mind. If she could reach it … her gaze searched for a clear route. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see three feet in front of her. Nor did she know how many men were still inside. Her greatest chance of survival depended on getting out, now.