Oct 21, 2013

In the Spotlight with Honor James!

Welcome this Week’s Featured Author


Honor is a thirty-something woman, born in the mid-seventies, who has always had a love of the written word. Whether it is reading a book on a rainy day, or pounding away at the keyboard of her computer, she’s always exploring new worlds. Her tastes are eclectic, from Shakespeare to mysteries, paranormal to the erotic. She will literally read practically anything she can get her hands on.

When first starting out it was with poetry, for nearly a full three years. But don’t bother asking to see any, she won’t show her earliest works to anyone, not even her husband has gotten a peek at them. After that she moved onto short stories before she finally began to write for more than just writing. Not just whatever came to mind, she started to create whole worlds, developing characters and delving much deeper into just who these “people” were.

But real life sometimes throws you for a loop. Family came next and, while working as a Customer Service Rep and raising two children became her main focus, the writing she so loved as a teenager was pushed to the back burner. For a time.

As her children grew up and were steadily becoming less dependent on her, which she still is a little miffed about, she was able to stretch her writing muscles once more. So, between dealing with the latest of teenage angst, she began to flex her inner brain and practice her craft once again.

Starting with scribbles in a notebook that never completely developed, her imagination never fully at rest, she looked to another outlet. For where one door closes, another one opens up. In this case, she got a computer and was off to the races, or so you could say.

These days Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding on her keyboard. A consummate professional by day, she slips into her writing cape by night and into worlds very similar or very, very different from our own. In the wee hours, when her husband and children are tucked in their beds, visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads, she is diligently working to weave together the perfect blend of words to give her readers a glimpse into the world she has envisioned. Honor James has brought us new worlds, new realms, new characters of spice, heat and a lot of sex appeal that are burning up the pages and having her readers asking for more.

Crowning Glory
The Royal Wolves 3

When you are the oldest of five brothers there are certain standards that you are held to no matter what. Don't hit them (even if they really deserve it), set a good example, and keep them safe from all enemies. Lazlo Farkas has always lived by the rules his parents set out before them and tried to do his best by his family at all times. Thrust into a role of parent at too young an age, he had to keep them from all becoming the next victims of the Rebels and to ensure that all his brothers had the life their parents would have wanted. Never taking for himself, he has always given, but a man can only give so much before he wants something in return, and in her he finds it.

Brash, loud, authoritative, and just plain crazy, Desmonda Franco is attitude personified and proud of it. She has never been one to just lie down and take it. Dishing it out was always more her style. And then it happens she meets the man that can stand up to her and even put her in her place when needed. He's strong, determined, and unbelievably sexy, and she just arrested his brother for murder. Not exactly how one expects to meet the man of her dreams, but it could have been worse…maybe.Thrown together against their wills but with Fate giving each a strong push, these two have more than just a killer to worry about. They have whole society wanting his head on a silver platter. Together they must stay ahead of all those that are coming for them and find a little time for romance and love, too. Oh, to be King for a day…that may be all they get!


The song from Madagascar 2, “I like to move it”, was stuck in her mind and was a nightmare to try to think over and around the tune as she looked at the scene before her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Desmonda, or Demon as everyone called her, asked the rookie standing before her looking green and pasty. The crime scene behind her was a mess and a half, the rookie’s eyes already glazing over as he tried desperately not to stare.

“They are asking if you want each part to be put in a separate bag.” His body heaved. Throwing his hand over his mouth, he didn’t wait for her to excuse him as he ran past her, rushing for the safety of the trash cans lining the main street. 

“Puke in a bag, don’t contaminate my scene!” She shouted at him and sighed, shaking her head. Rookies, you couldn’t live with them, and killing them was just too much trouble. 

No, Demon wasn’t the ME but she was the highest ranking officer on the scene, which troubled her to no end. Walking over to the Detective on site she accepted the coffee he held out and looked down between the two narrow buildings and filthy alley. “You do know that you have a serial now, right?” 

“Yeah, and it pisses me off,” the man said as he heaved a sigh, his large bulk shifting slightly from foot to foot. 

“Why didn’t you call for a specialist earlier?” This was the question downtown. It wasn’t like they were in freaking New York City! Hello, her mind screamed to him, wake up and smell the Gouda, asshole. 

“Because as a part of the Upper Ninth, we take care of our own,” he said pointedly. 

“Yeah, smart, and because you take care of your own another woman died. You boys of the Upper Ninth are really brilliant. Remind me never to walk in the dark in your neck of the woods.” Yeah, she was a bitch, but she couldn’t stand incompetence, and that was what the jackass beside her was, incompetent.

Every fiber of her being had him pegged as a wife-beater who got off on making women squirm, just the way he tried to intimidate her told her that much. He was a jackass and she would bet a month’s salary that he had been out on mental medical more than once in his career and likely got off on shooting perps. 

Moving away from him, she walked toward the ME who finally made it and tossed her coffee in the trash as she moved. She was the best there was, the best profiler ever at Quantico, and part of that was because she could usually sum people up with just a brief chat or look into their lives. Her profiling experience launched her into field work and since then she had moved up the ranks and was now lead in the Homicide Division of Quantico, a spot normally only held by a man. 

She had gotten the tip about the murders through a snitch on the streets. After pulling the computer files without the Ninth knowing, she found she had a serial on their hands, one who not only killed in NYC, but Jersey as well. The man doing these killings was an enigma, and she fucking hated puzzles. 

“Hey Bill, about time you showed up.” She had worked with Bill Chambers on more than one occasion, he was quiet and shy, but damn good at his job, too. 

“They had me neck deep in paperwork and sent the rookie.” Said rookie who was now barfing in a plastic bag thrust into his hands by one of the EMTs. “Looks like I will be requesting another one, huh?” he asked and moved toward the body, well body pieces, as it was. 

It was half an hour later, many photos taken of the scene before Bill was able to roll the torso part of the body. The torso still had one arm attached and it was under the chest and when Bill rolled it Demon saw what she needed. “Fuck me,” she growled and then said, “thanks for letting me hang, Bill, will you cc me in on your report?” 

“Sure thing Demon.” He said as he continued to make verbal notes into the voice recorder. 

Striding down the alley and toward the Lexus, she stripped off her gloves and paused at her trunk to peel off the booties over her heeled boots and slipped into the car. Later she would go and check on Harker, but for now she would leave it because Harker’s lover would ask her questions that she didn’t have answers for right now, she knew one thing for sure, she would never, never have a cop for a boyfriend, or even lover.

The Inside Scoop

Q. Thinking back on your first book, is there anything you would have done differently? 
A. Probably a couple things, but nothing I fret over.
Q, Has your perspective on the writing process changed since you became published? 

A. Oh, definitely yes on this one.

Q. Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

A.  I’m the sort that needs freedom from time constraints, I can work under a deadline but I do it under severe and loud protest.

Q. Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing? 

A. There are a few but I’ve learned to watch for them now since I’ve been doing this for a little bit of time. But I’m sure I’ll end up with a few more in the years to come.

Q. How do you know you’ve written a good book? 

A. I’m never really sure. I always feel sure when I send it to my publisher but, even after it’s been out and the fans give me their feedback I always think about what else I could have done or added to make it great.

Q. How do you keep your characters and stories organized? 

A. A lot of luck and a list of things off to the side when I’m working

Q. Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both? 

A. Definitely a Swooper. I have to write the story, errors and all as it comes to me, I can’t go back until I’m fully done to do edits or it throws off my rhythm.

Q. What is the one thing you must have to be able to write? 

A. A can of Red Bull or Pepsi sitting on one side and my phone on the other.

Q. Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits? 

A. Uh, I was supposed to correct them? No one told me this!

Q. Is there anything you haven’t written that you would like to try some day? Why have you avoided it in the past? 

A. That’s a tough one, I suppose I wouldn’t trying my hand at a mystery but I’ve avoided it because I’m too impatient all the time, I tend to drop the hints too early. If I ever break myself of that habit, I might just give it a shot.

Q. Do you have any rituals, habits, or superstitions about your writing? 

A. Not a one, but I’ve been thinking about getting me some.

Q. What types of scenes are your favorite to write? 

A. The final scene, the HEA of the book is the best and worst scene for me to write. The best because it means I’ve completed another book and the worst for the exact same reason.

Q. How do you feel about the term “Mommy Porn”? 

A. It sounds incredibly derogatory.

Q. Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why? 

A. 3rd person definitely, I tried 1st person once and it felt mildly creepy to me so I stopped.

Q. What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance? 

A. Character building is key to any story, if you have bad or incomplete characters than your story will always be lacking. A good hook is necessary too, something that keeps the readers engaged.

Q. Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride? 

A. I haven’t been driving this writing bus since I started. I don’t even attempt to wrestle control back anymore. I do occasionally throw them ideas and either they throw them back or use them.

Q. What is your least favorite part of the writing process? 

A. Finishing a series. It seems so final to me and makes me sad to think I won’t be enjoying the world I created any more.

Character Profile

Name:  Desmonda “Desi” Franco
DOB:  April 1, 1981
Height:  5’ 11”
Eye Color:  Blue
Occupation:  Cop

Bio:  Desmonda is a lone wolf sort of girl, but all she really wants is to be accepted for who she is. Smart mouth and sarcasm included, though that really just hides the tender and too vulnerable heart within. She has had to fight tooth and nail in a man’s world to get where she is and she’s damned good at it. But what she really wants is a family and a man to love and appreciate her for who she is and what she brings to the relationship. Strength, honor and a heart that will never waver from the one she gives it to.


Food:  Cake
Color:  Green
Book:  The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
Movie:  Mission Impossible
TV Show:  NCIS and NCIS: LA
Holiday:  July 4th, fireworks, food and family close at hand
Sport:  Football
Guilty Indulgence:  Anything I can manage to hide from the family over 24 hours.
Dessert:  I love mousse desserts, so light and fluffy…
Time of Day:  Sunset

Lightning Round

Pepsi or Coke:  Red Bull
Boxers or Briefs:  Boxer-briefs
Steak or Chicken:  Steak
Rock or Country Music:  Definitely rock
Beer or Wine:  Vodka, neat

In Depth

How do you feel about being the center of attention?  Definitely not my cup of tea

What makes you blush?  Being the center of attention

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?  I feel fine about them, better if I can get my hands on a fine example of one though with that restraining order…

What is your worst habit?  Chewing on my nails when I’m an emotional wreck

How do you think your exes would describe you?  Fun loving, expressive, chatty (very chatty), friendly to anyone and everyone, there is no such thing as a stranger to me

What are you the most hopeless at?  Being artistically creative (beyond writing) without a how-to manual and a twenty-four hour help line

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