Welcome author Elysa Hendricks
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contemporary, western historical, fantasy and sci-fi. I let “the story”
decide which sub-genre it needs to be in.
sister-in-law passed away early that morning. My husband, his mother and
younger sister, as well as our older son, took the train to Phoenix to attend
the funeral. We postponed celebrating Christmas and I remained at home with our
younger son. That night, after putting him to bed, I sat down at my typewriter (yes,
I began writing long before computers were common) and started writing what I
thought was going to be a short contemporary romance. It turned out to be about
a winged, telepathic alien who stows away aboard a passing space ship. That
book is hidden under my bed guarded by killer dust bunnies. Maybe someday I'll
resurrect and rewrite it. Maybe.
fictional world it's fun to revisit it, so I have several books that are linked
together. My western historical
romances THIS HEART FOR HIRE and HER WILD TEXAS HEART are companion books about a brother and sister surviving in the old west. My
sci-fi romances STAR CRASH and STAR RAIDERS are both set in the same
futuristic universe, a combination of Star Trek/Star Wars and Planet of the
Apes/Pirates of the Carribean. I also have a series of alternative universe fantasy
romances published by ImaJinn Books that are all linked together:
came via email, so I've never gotten “the call.” (Editor's note: LOL) I've just recently
jumped into the self-publishing pond (ocean) with several books that I've
gotten my rights back on, as well as some new titles. I have a traditionally
published book DARK STAR DAWNING is coming out with ImaJinn Books in 2013. Because
I want to have my cake and eat it too, I intend to pursue both traditional
publishing and indie publishing.
(good and bad) of me, it's hard to pick a favorite. I suppose if I had to
choose the one that reflects me the closest I'd say Brandon Alexander Davis,
the slightly neurotic hero of THE SWORD AND THE PEN.
good boys? I'm assuming both are heroic, but which ones are more fun to write?
to write, they're definitely NOT easy to write. Writing bad boys is nearly as
hard as living with one in “real” life. They're strong, opinionated,
pushy, arrogant and always think they know better than the woman (or author) in
write the bad girls or the good girls?
girls” just girls who haven't found the right man yet, but both are tough
characters, which one would it be and why? Where would you go?
love of her life for over forty years, so I'm not going to step out on him with
anyone, not even a fictional character. Besides, if I even tried, the woman in
that character's life would get pissed at me and some of those ladies are
really, really tough.
companions, who would you bring? What would you do there? What would you bring
if you could bring anything?
Surviorman, Less Stroud. I think I'd bring along a portable generator that runs
on sea water. Need to have electricity for light, heat and running hot and cold
water. I'll leave it to your imagination as to what I'd be doing.
one of your books. What will you do to celebrate?
probably wouldn't do much different when I reach 100,000. Besides, I'm afraid
by the time it happens the only thing I'll be capable of doing in celebration
is sipping my Ensure through a straw.
wouldn't know or guess about you?
boring and bland. No secrets. No skeletons. I'm 5'6″ tall. I have curly
hair and brown eyes. I'm an author, a wife, and a mother. Everything
else is subject to change without notice. If you want to know more check out my
web site or Like my Facebook page.
my list of favorite authors and books is extensive. Here are just a few of the
authors whose books are on my keeper shelf: Kathleen Woodiwiss, Susan Elizabeth
Phillips, Karen Robards, Arthur C Clarke, Robert Heinlein, and Isaac Asimov.
I have several projects actively in the works.
TANGO IN PARADISE is a contemporary adventure romance featuring an idealistic
schoolteacher and a mercenary caught in the middle of a South American
revolution. THE NINE LIVES OF THOMAS CASH RILEY is a humorous contemporary
fantasy romance that features a matchmaking cat. I'm also working on another
sci-fi romance in my Star Chronicles series. And I have about a dozen other
stories on simmer in the back of my mind just waiting to be written.
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Alexander Davis was ready to move on. Ready to stop hiding in his fictional
world. Ready to start living a real life. There was just one problem: as he
plotted the noble death of Serilda D'Lar, his fictional creation, complete with
mile-long sword, skimpy leather outfit and badass attitude, appeared in his
both fantasy and reality. She was an invitation to rediscover all he once
knew–that life is an incredible, magical journey and, for love, any man can be
heels, and stared at him. The position put her full breasts nearly in his face.
“Definitely not a warrior.” She pinched his arm. “You have
muscle, but not enough to wield a sword in battle. No courage, either. Priest?
Unlikely. They don't fear the sword. Only their god makes them cower. Wizard? Perhaps, but not one of any
power, or else I'd be at your feet. So…you're the wizard's assistant most
likely.” As if satisfied with her conclusion, she rose to her feet.
I have business to discuss.”
she sounded and looked extremely familiar. Why? Was she a crazy fan he'd
somehow communicated with before?
She was five feet seven or eight inches, rather than six feet, and she was less
buxom and had softer features than the character he'd ultimately developed.
reddish blonde curls framed an elfin face. Dark lashes fringed large, cat-like
green eyes. Sun-kissed skin covered high cheekbones, and her lips, though
currently set in a hard line, were full and red.
and probably outweighed her by sixty pounds. That size difference gave him a
bit of confidence, but the nasty-looking sword she held with such
self-assurance negated it. One could never trust the actions of a crazy person.
is what I eat to ease my bowels.”
you doing here in that ridiculous costume?”
“what I wear is a matter I will discuss with your master. Where is he? Has
he run to hide from me? It will do him no good. I'm determined to find him and
told her that? He eased back from the lunatic toward the phone. Could he wrest
the sword away from her before then?
radiated strength and skill. The odds seemed against him. To win he'd have to
hit her– hard– and he doubted he could bring himself to do so. The lessons of
chivalry his grandmother had taught were too deeply ingrained. In that way, he
and Donoval were of one mind. No matter how greatly provoked, men didn't hit
around the hilt of her sword.
with someone else. If I knew who and where he was, why would I protect
loyalty in his minions. But you should fear me more than him,” she warned.
coward.” Being called one triggered something inside him. Having phobias
about crowds, insects and small furry animals didn't make him a coward. Not
conversation. Come to think of it, he hadn't liked the original direction,
crossed her features, though anger quickly erased it. “I'm loath to believe
it, but you are the wizard. Did you construct me so you could play God in my
world? Does it give you pleasure to toy with me?”
trying to make a living. I write stories for people to read and enjoy. It's