Jul 22, 2013

In the Spotlight - Erin R Flynn

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The Turning
A Dr. Kelly Murphy Novel

Graduate medical school, start competitive internship, don’t get cut from the program, become a surgeon. It was a great plan. One Kelly Murphy loved and had dreamed of most of her life… And it was blown to hell in a night with an uninvited bite.

Now she’s missing three days of her life, trying to handle her freaked out best friend and parents who called the police when she went missing, all as she realizes she’s not the same person she was before. She’s different. Like has fangs different.

When he shows up on her doorstep claiming to know what happened to her, Kelly’s not sure that makes things any less confusing. But at least he can guide her, right? Either way, she has a plan and a choice she didn't make won’t stop her… Even if she might have the urge to bite her patients from now on.

“Kel, what the hell happened to you?” my mom asked. I could tell she was holding back tears.
“I don’t know. I remember going to the bar after my last exam. I saw Nicole, and she handed me a shot to take, I slugged it back, then I woke up here dying of thirst. Everything in between is a total blank. It’s not hazy details, or fuzzy—I’ve got nothing. Nicole called me and woke me up this morning and she filled me in that I’ve been missing and how long I’ve been gone. Can you guys call the police or whomever you have searching for me and tell them I’m found?”
“Are you going to the hospital? Did you check for bruises? Never mind, we’re coming over,” my dad rattled and then hung up the phone. I wanted to laugh; some things never changed, but it wasn’t a laughing time right now. I sat on my couch with my pop, wondering where I had been.
Checking my phone, I saw I had a lot of missed calls. Chugging the pop didn’t seem to help my thirst so I finished that and got a bottle of juice. That wasn’t working either. Thinking it was odd, I yawned and realized I was really tired. I laid down just to close my eyes for a minute, but promptly fell asleep.
The knocking at the door woke me with a start and hearing my parent’s panicked voices made me immediately go to open it. It seemed I was there instantly.
Wow, I must be still out of it because I don’t usually move that fast. As I opened the door, I could swear I heard something that sounded like two heartbeats. Staring strangely at my parents as they came in, I just dismissed it. They must have been very anxious from not knowing where I was and had rapid heartbeats.
“Kelly, oh my god, you really are okay!” My mom started gushing as she came in and just about tackled me with a massive hug.
“Mom, I’m fine. I swear,” I whispered, glad for something familiar when I was freaking out.
“Jen, let the girl breathe, you’re choking the air out of her.” I looked up at my dad to say thank you and realized I saw something I hadn’t seen for years. He was crying. “Are you sure you’re all right, Kel? I think we should take you to the hospital to get checked out and—ah— well, get a rape kit done.”
“Dad!” I said, completely shocked. My dad and I had never discussed anything like that before, not even a birds and the bees talk. “I’m sure nothing like that happened, Dad. Everything is, well, kind of as it should be. I mean there’s no way when I was drugged or whatever, taken, that I was raped. I have no bruises or cuts and not a button out of place.”
As I was talking I was drawn back to my mom. She smelled great, sweet even. I sat down next to her, and I know she was talking, but I wasn’t listening to a word she said. I just couldn’t get over how great she smelled. I just wanted to eat her up!
Until I bit my tongue. “Ouch, damn that hurt!”
“What, are you okay?” Mom said, looking panicked again.
“Yeah, Ma, I’m fine. I bit my tongue, hang on it’s bleeding.” The next instant it seemed I was in the bathroom.
“Wow, Kelly, you sure are moving fast these days,” my dad yelled from the living room, but there was a twitch of nervousness in his voice. Now why would that make him antsy?
“Got to keep up with the docs at the hospital,” I said, trying to laugh it off. The blood from my tongue tasted so good in my mouth it was starting to weird me out. I opened my mouth to see how much damage I had done. What I saw made me think I was hallucinating. “Holy shit!”
“What? What’s wrong?” my dad hollered from the living room. I heard him start to get up.
“Dad, don’t get up. I’m fine, just tripped.”
“How did you know I was getting up? You can’t see me from there.”
“I heard you,” I said dismissively. I wasn’t as concerned about my hearing as I was with the teeth I thought I saw in my mouth. I opened my mouth and looked in the mirror again. How the hell did I all of a sudden have, well, fangs? I touched them, just to make sure. Could it be a hallucination if you could touch them?
“I didn’t make a sound. How did you hear me?”
“I heard the floor board creek and it was where you were sitting.” Okay breathe, I told myself, just breathe slowly and deeply. As I relaxed, the fangs seemed to shrink back into normal teeth. Well shit! Did that just happen?
“Kelly, he didn’t make a sound. You’re starting to really worry me.” I could feel the concern from my mother, and it snapped me back. In the next instant I was standing right next to her. “Crap, Kelly, how did you get over here so fast? You scared the shit out of me. You seem so pale, but your skin is flawless. Did you start using a new moisturizer?” I gazed at her in utter dismay, and my look must have said everything because she got up and walked to the window. “You’ve got to open these blinds more often, it’s not like you are a vampire living in a coffin.” She laughed as she said it but it hit me like a ton of bricks and then she opened the blinds.
“Ahh, Mom, close them! The light is killing me,” I said a little louder than I meant to.
“Are you all right?” My dad said with a raised brow, but I was too busy focusing on what my mom had said—vampire.
“I’m fine. I just need to get some rest,” I replied, trying to hint that they should leave. I had a lot to think about, and the sound of their hearts beating was drawing me closer to them. I was just so thirsty I didn’t know how much more I could take. After what my mom said I was scared to think why I was so drawn to them.
Crap, I watch way too many horror films!

Behind the Scenes

Ø  Did you make any marketing mistakes or is there anything you would avoid in the future?
Frisbees and beach balls with my logo on them weren’t really such a hit. They sounded cool to me, but apparently not everyone wants them and they really don’t want their kids to have them with the website of an erotic romance author on there…

Ø  How do you relax?
I’m sorry, could you repeat the question? I don’t know that word. Maybe use it in another sentence so I get the context? Wait, let me get my dictionary.

Ø  What is your favorite genre to write?
Anything paranormal. If it’s contemporary, it’s too much like reality to hold my interest.

Ø  Do you ever suffer from writer's block? If so, what do you do about it?
No, not yet

Ø  When you begin a story do you start with character or plot?
Um, neither. I normally just start with a dream. Either it puts me at one scene that I work backwards from or it’s build of a previous book or lots a different things. I’d need more options.


Growing up on the northwest side of Chicago, Erin is a loyal Cubs fan, but she also admits to being a die-hard Green Bay Packers girl. From target practice to candle making, she enjoys an eclectic list of hobbies that feed her outgoing and creative personality.

Feeling unfulfilled with her life in corporate America, Erin decided to pursue her true passion, and her first novella was published in May 2010 under the pseudonym Joyee Flynn. To date, she has published over 70 books in the erotic romance genre, and her dedicated readers eagerly await each installment to her numerous bestselling series. Wanting to give her characters a bit more action, mystery, and adventure, Erin decided to branch out from romance and her Joyee pen name to create successful, strong, independent women with a paranormal twist.

Living near the Rocky Mountains, Erin spends her days curled up on the overstuffed chair with a Mountain Dew and her 8 year old Weimaraner, Marius, at her feet, telling the stories her characters whisper in her ear.  Her love of the written word hasn’t changed much over the years. The only difference is that she no longer has to hide in her closet to read after bedtime.

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