Hello Erin Sinclair!

This week we take a look at Erin Sinclair. I asked her some quirky questions and got plenty of interesting answers!
Welcome Erin!
Erin Sinclair writes for the following publisher(s): Devine Destinies (mainstream imprint for eXtasy Books)Erin’s favorite color? “It changes depending on my mood but primarily green and red. I’m beginning to lean towards sky blue and bronze with the orange undertone though.” Her favorite ice cream flavors? “Dark rich chocolate and mint chocolate chip.” When asked if she’s a cat, dog or both kind of person and if she’d ever own(ed) a snake or some other exotic pet her answers were ~ “Both, but love the way a dog greets me, makes me feel so appreciated.” & “Hamsters, 14 of them at one time, not sure why. I had a Golden Hamster named Goldie whom I taught to do tricks. I think snakes are cool but I’ve known people who have them and their odor is off-putting to me. I’d love to hand raise a beautiful parrot one day, I think they are oddly wonderful creatures.” Concerning her preference for warm weather or cold she states, “Both. I love a day filled with sunshine, then a nice afternoon thunderstorm, followed by a rainbow and bright blue sky, temperature mild (75 to 80 degrees), humidity balanced. I love a bright sunshine winter day with fresh untouched snow on the ground.” As for where she’d live if she could live anywhere in the universe, “Earth, because of the variety of beauty and because it’s in my blood.” In regard to what time of day she prefers, Erin states “Use to be night, now I find mornings very peaceful when all is quiet and I’m alone with my thoughts.” Her favorite day of the week: “Friday evenings.” Her favorite number is 3. When asked if athletic shoes are sneakers or tennies and if a soft drink is called soda or pop, she responded: Sneakers & Soda
Here’s a scenario posed to the author: “You’re at a conference and an agent comes up to you and says, “I’ve seen your name on the web. I’m interested in taking you on as a client. You have a couple of minutes to wow me to convince me that I should.” You can only plug one book in this short amount of time. What book would you plug to land this contract and why?” Erin’s response: I answer this question with some assumptions in mind. The reputation of the agent precedes her and the energy I sense from her will work well with mine. I love the premise of my first novel, Twilight’s Son. It is about an angel who is given the opportunity to descend into humanity for the love of a human woman, so that is the novel I’d sell her on and the selling conversation would proceed something like this…
“Imagine if all your life you’ve loved and lost, not because your choice of men is lousy, but because there seems to be no one to whom you can possibly relate to. Imagine if the only man truly perfect for you was an angel and not just any angel but one selected by Uriel, The Archangel of Judgment, to join his Host and ascend to the next Heavenly realm to work side by side with the being who will one day judge all of humanity. Imagine if your angel, your soul mate, your one and only love tells Uriel ‘No’ and all for the love of you.
I’d like to introduce you to Lt. Detective Brie Carter and Ezekiel, Angel of Earth, former guardian and guiding angel to humanity, now descended, allowed to become human and given the opportunity to explore that love on the Earth plane. There’s only one small problem. The spurned Archangel declares their love to be an abomination, as the last time angels and human women combined it led to terrible consequences. Uriel descends to stop their joining at all costs, even if it means our couple’s demise. Judgment is coming, will true love conquer all? Only my trilogy will reveal the answer to you…”
Thank you for the information Erin!

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What's A Writer To Do?

Whenever an author decides to write a series, the inevitable question comes up. How long is this series going to last? I thought I had answered that question to myself about my Archangel series. I was going to make sure all the Lehor brothers had their HEA and then I would be done. Finished. Kaput.

Then the strangest thing happened to me the other day while I was mopping my kitchen floor. One of my secondary characters, Raphael, paid me a visit.

I’m down on my hands and knees, because that is how I always scrub my floors and he just rudely barges into my house and marches in. The first thing I notice, is the bugger didn’t even bother to take his boots off and he is leaving scuff marks on my freshly cleaned floor.

“Raphael!” I admonish. “Take those things off. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that off tile?” I look up the length of his leather-clad legs, to his taunt stomach, hard chest before setting on his dark green eyes. His collar length, raven hair is slightly mussed, like he left his house in a rush and didn’t take the time to style it properly.

“I heard that you were going to end the series?” He pinned me with an accusing glare.

“Yes, what’s it to you?” I start to rub furiously at the offending marks.

“But, you haven’t given me my HEA yet.”

I looked up, surprised. Raphael almost sounded like he was whining. That was so unlike the normally reserved archangel. As that thought was still rolling around my head, he opened my fridge and helped himself to a slice of cold pizza. Now that really wasn’t like him. This guy was so uptight that even eating off a paper plate was barbaric in his opinion.

“I can’t believe that you could forget about me,” he mumbled around a mouthful of pizza. I watched as bacon crumbles fell off the slice and littered my once clean floor. I stood up and threw the cloth into the sink, realizing I wasn’t going to get anything done until I settled this matter.

“Look Raphael, this series has to end sometime. I’m sorry, but that’s the way things have to be.”

He set his food down on the counter so he could gently grip my arms in a pleading gesture. As I craned my neck so I could look up at him, I wondered why in the hell I had written him so tall.

“You haven’t given me a chance to tell you my story yet.” His gaze was so earnest that I almost caved. Almost.

“Not going to happen, big guy. You tell me your story and then I’m going to have to write it.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pretty, please?”

“No! No! No!”

Then he did the one thing that could shatter my resolve. He gave me the puppy dog eyes. Raphael, one of the oldest archangels, leader of the healers, and angel warrior gave me the frigging puppy dog eyes. So unfair.

Damn. It.

“Fine, tell me you story,” I relented with a sigh.

Then he went on to spell out his future adventures, complete with his heroine and some surprising twists for the angel warriors and I realized there was no way I could pass up the chance to write his story.

“Fine,” I snapped. “You win. After I get finished with the brothers, I’ll do your story next. Happy?”

He gave me a cocky grin. “I knew you would see things my way. I’ll get out of your hair now so you can get to writing.”

“I can’t write yet, because I have to re-mop my floor, you rude angel.”

He made his way to the door, tossing over his shoulder, “By the way, Uriel was asking where you lived.”

No! The last thing I needed was another visit by yet another secondary character. “Please, tell me you did not tell him.”

He shot off another grin. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out. He said to expect a visit sometime real soon.”

I let out a shriek of frustration as Raphael left, shutting my front door quietly behind him.