Today I have the pleasure of introducing my friend Marie Rose Dufour. I enjoyed her book Fated Mates and look forward to her next release Irish Rising. I'm sure it will be another hot read. After reading her interview I recommend you grabbing a copy of her book! :o)
How did you start your writing career?
Writing has always been a big part of my life. I remember writing a story about this run-down Victorian home in my town. In the story, a girl could walk through a magic mirror and find herself in an alternate universe. I graduated to writing on the school paper in high school and then “real life” took over for a while and I didn’t write at all. It wasn’t until about a year and a half ago, did I start writing again. Despite brief periods of writer’s block, I can’t imagine my life without writing.
Tell us about your favorite character from your books.
I have to say Dragon, the hero from my first book, is near and dear to my heart. He came to me fully formed. It was easy to write about him. He’s been through so much in life and never dared to hope that he would find a mate. When he does, it is so special. There was a lot of back story about him being a POW that never made it into the final copy of the book. He is so wounded and flawed but it makes him so strong!
Tell us about your current release.
Fated Mates is out now. It’s the first book in a series. I would classify it as erotic, sci-fi romance. The premise starts with the notion that ancient aliens visited Earth and found that humans made perfect mates for them. When mated to a Serralian, it is for life and according to them, even beyond. In the story we find out what happens between Liz, a divorce school teacher with an abusive ex-husband decides to take a chance at love, and Dragon, a scarred Serralian warrior who doesn’t believe he is worthy of finding love himself.
Tell us about your next release.
My next book is a contemporary love story set in Ireland between a romance writer and a super-sexy pub owner. It’s going to be release in March in time for St. Patrick’s Day.
Do you use a pen name? If so how did you come up with it?
I do use a pen name to protect the innocent, mainly my mother and my “dreaded day job”. My mother still tells me from time to time that she hopes I’m not writing anything that would embarrass the family. The name I came up with is actually part of my real name partnered with a family name.
Who are your books published with?
My book is currently published with Secret Cravings Publishing. You can also purchase it at Amazon, Bookstrand, and Are.
What are your favorite TV shows?
Right now I’m totally addicted to Once Upon a Time. I would love to write a script and send it in to them, except I’m sure it would end up in the trash! I also like Fringe, Modern Family, and Dancing with the Stars.
Plotter or Pantser? Why?
I’m a little bit of both. I can’t start writing if I don’t have a vision of where the story is going. On the other hand, if I try to outline the story, I find that it stifles me and I lose interest. So if I had to pick one, it would be a pantser!
Morning person? Or night person?
I am SO a morning person. I do so much before work and before the sun is up. Normally, I write my blog or respond to blogs and do some writing on my WIPs.
Where do you dream of traveling to and why?
I have a dream of traveling to New Orleans. I had a chance to go a few years ago and couldn’t make it. I always regretted not making that trip for some reason. Something about it calls to me.
I would love to thank Amber from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be interviewed on her blog. As a newbie, I constantly pepper her with questions. She never minds and is always patient with me. For this, you will always have my gratitude!
Fated Mates Book Blurb
We know that we are no longer alone in the universe. Descendants of Earthly ancestors have returned to find the other halves of themselves, their destined mates.
Dragon, a scarred Serralian warrior drawn to the planet of his ancestors, never believed the Goddess had a mate for him but no matter what he believes, he’s unable to resist the pull of the planet deep within in soul.
Liz, a curvy teacher who escaped an abusive marriage three years earlier is afraid to take another chance on love. Tired of being a
bystander in her own love life, she participates in an ancient ritual to identify Serralian mates. Taking that chance changes her life forever. Can these two people overcome their pasts to become each other’s true Fated Mates?
Fated Mates Excerpt
Liz woke up with the sounds of waves crashing in her ears. Confident of the lack of beachfront property within her condo, she wondered what destiny had in mind for her now. She sat up looking around at her surroundings. Lying under a beautiful canopy tent draped with yards and yards of gauzy royal blue material swaying gently in the breeze, and keeping the rays of the sun from beating down on her body. Liz ran her hands over the bedding beneath her. It felt softer and smoother than the highest count Egyptian cotton sheets bought in Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
The beautiful beach reminded her of pictures of exquisite Caribbean beaches with turquoise waves and miles and miles of powdery white sand. The gentle breezes lightly ruffled her hair as she walked down the beach to the edge of the water which rose up to meet her feet, tickling her toes.
“Well, Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said looking up at a foreign sky with two moons in the distance.
“I must be dreaming. I read so much information about Serralia I’m dreaming about it in Technicolor. Damn! This is one realistic mother of a dream.”
Suddenly, her senses went on high alert. She didn’t know if the air around her had changed or if her body sensed another person behind her, but she knew she was no longer alone and somehow her mate stood behind her.
Two strong bronze hands slowly encircled her waist, pulling her gently back to into a lean, hard body. Liz sighed. This felt right. She snuggled deeper into the embrace. Nothing ever felt this right before. She could stand here in the safety of his arms forever.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I thought you would never get here,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry it took so long. I never let myself believe you existed.”
“I read your file.” The hands moving on her stomach stilled. “I’m sorry for what you had to go through alone. I would have been there for you if I had known.”
“I wouldn’t have been there if I had faith I would find you someday.” Dragon’s chest expanded letting her love and comfort wash over him. “So you know?”
“About everything that happened to you when you were taken prisoner? Yes, I know. I know you lost an eye and still wear an eye patch. I bet it makes you look rakishly handsome.”
She felt the chuckle in his chest before she heard it. The heat of his body warmed her back and aroused her body.
“I have never been told such a thing.”
“Well, I’m sure it does.”
She stroked the muscular forearms at her waist with light caresses. His body trembled behind her.
“We’ve never met in person, but I already feel connected to you. Is it normal?”
“The bonding happens when we are connected as mates. Normal. I don’t know. Right, yes.”
“Do you know about me?” she whispered.
“I know you are perfect.” He leaned down and sweetly kissed the top of her head.
Liz stilled, she might as well tell him about her marriage. She didn’t want any secrets between them.
“I was married before,” she blurted out nervously. “He was not a nice man. He hurt me, not only physically, but verbally too. It took a long time, but I left him.”
Dragon fully stilled behind her. All the wonderful stroking stopped. Her stomach dropped down to her feet. Shit! I’ve ruined this already. She knew her mistake of a marriage would follow her around for the rest of her life. She knew it.
“You don’t know how much pain it causes me to know how much pain you had to endure. I would gladly be tortured again if it meant taking it away from you. You never have to be afraid with me. I would sooner cut off my own arm than hurt a hair on this beautiful head.”
Liz nodded, the lump in her throat making any physical speech impossible.
“I realize it might be a while before you believe this, but it is true.”
“I do believe you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Good. Now, we can continue what we started here.”
Callused thumbs again stroked her stomach making it quiver and her pulse quicken. If this was what he could do to her body with only his thumbs, she might actually die from pleasure. She smiled thinking about what her obituary would say. Woman dies from having the most intense sexual experience of her life, then her brain stopped working; her body took over and went into overload.