1. How long have you been writing? What inspired you to pick the pen up one day and create characters that capture the imagination?
I've been writing since, like, grade school. Even before that, I was one of those kids always playing dress up (and dragging my sister with me). I've always had characters bouncing around in my head. I had a teacher, though, who was big on creative writing. I credit her with giving me the idea of writing things down (although I'm sure I would have gotten there eventually). I actually still have some of that early stuff...somewhere...in the chaos of my house. Except for the story with talking horses. I think I burned that one in my fireplace :)
2. Most people envision an author’s life as being really glamorous. What’s your take on this? Can you tell us something unglamorous you did within the last week or so?
Oh God...glamorous? Me? Hardly. You should see the state of my office. I sit there surrounded by clutter (and usually with at least one light bulb out somewhere), buried in papers, quite often muttering to myself. I'm doing good if I remember to clean out the litter box.
3. Plotter or pantzer?
Oh, pantzer, most definitely :). Half the time I don't even stop to figure out character names in the beginning. I just get an idea and run with it. I might take a break a chapter or so in and do a quick outline, to get an idea of where I want the story to go, but it's generally extremely bare-bones. And most of the time, the characters disregard my input entirely and go where they want :)
4. What do you do when you’re suffering writers block?
Usually, I force myself to push through it. I sit down and make myself write, even if the sentences don't make sense, and even if I know what's coming out is utter crap that will hopefully never see the light of day. If that doesn't work? I know it's time to switch projects until the muse decides to cooperate.
5. Looking over the past year, what has been the best moment for you in your writing career?
Hmm...well, I'd have to say anytime I get an email from one of my editors, saying they want one of my books :) It's that first moment of validation, you know? That someone else actually likes what you've written (friends don't count, lol).
6. What do you enjoy doing with your spare time, your non-writing time?
I read. A lot. Fiction, mostly, although lately I've been bogged down in research. I'm working on a degree in Medieval Studies, and that's taking up pretty much every non-writing second of my life right now.
7. If you could choose one vice, what would it be and why?
Oh, I'm pure as the driven snow :) Seriously, I have a bit of a filthy mouth sometimes. I figure at least with that one, it's not causing any permanent harm, lol. That and the occasional drink...or two...and I'm covered in the vice department!
8. What are you working on now? Can you tell us a little about it?
Currently, I'm working on a couple projects. I try to settle on one story and finish it, but that never seems to work out so well! I keep getting inspired (which, I suppose, is a good thing). At the top of my list are two: Tristan and Boys Will Be Boys. Tristan is a sequel to my novel released this summer, Lucky, a paranormal/shifter tale. For those who've read it, Tristan is the brother of Michael, one of my main characters. He's a tough guy, a private investigator. And he's about to be brought down by a bouncy werewolf :) Boys Will Be Boys is something I've been working on for quite a while, off and on. It originally started out as a heterosexual romance, until I started actually listening to the Mitch, my main character. I couldn't get the love interests to click because Mitch is, apparently, gay, and the whole girl thing really wasn't working for him. So I'm redoing it, and so far, I'm extremely pleased with how it's coming.
9. Are you in love? Have you ever been?
Um, I'd have to say no. I'm currently single; I've had a few relationships, but no one that really 'clicked', you know? Personally, I'm pretty happy on my own. I get enough romance through my characters to fill any gaps :)
10. What kind of comfort food do you like best?
Chocolate. Chocolate. Coffee. Chocolate. I won't turn down cookies, either :) If it's got cocoa or caffeine, I'm there.
And now a bit from her brand new release!
by K.M. Mahoney
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Teddy should really know better than to agree to one of Pierce’s “great ideas,” but he’s never found it easy to say no to his best friend. Which is why he finds himself on the middle of a snow-covered road, heading into the mountains to spend the Christmas holiday in a rental cabin. And, like always, Pierce’s great plan backfires. The cabin is a dump, it’s freezing outside – and then comes the snowstorm.
Pierce isn’t sure how he’s going to handle an entire weekend trapped with Teddy. Sure, the guy is his best friend, but tell that to Pierce’s body. It’s getting harder and hard to keep his hands to himself.
Teddy doesn’t think Pierce is interested in his nerdy best friend. Pierce doesn’t think he’s good enough for Teddy. Everything Teddy has ever wanted is right in front of him, if only he can find the courage to reach out and take it.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Teddy, ask me that again, and I’m going to pull this car over and toss you into a snow drift.”
Teddy sat back, crossed his arms over his chest, and huffed. “Sheesh, cranky much?”
Pierce rolled his eyes. For a second, he entertained the lovely image that the steering wheel he was gripping so tightly was, in fact, Teddy’s neck. “The first three times you asked that question, I answered. The next six times, I ignored you. You’ve now moved beyond that and are into obnoxiously irritating. Stow it.”
Silence enveloped the interior of the car for several long moments. Then Teddy mumbled, “Sorry.”
Pierce grinned. That was his Teddy. He never could stay at odds with anyone for very long.
“Turn right in one-point-two miles,” the GPS system stated in a dull, broken monotone.
“Thank God.” Pierce nearly whooped. “I think we’re getting close.” He turned where the small navigation map on his dashboard indicated. The bottom of their battered sedan scraped ominously over the snow-covered gravel.
All right, so maybe Teddy had a point. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea Pierce had ever had. But it was a little bit too late to back out now. No way in hell was Pierce driving back down this mountain in the dark.
“I don’t see anything,” Teddy said, sounding doubtful. He chewed on his fingernail, expression nervous, eyes fastened on the darkening woods surrounding the small road.
“It’s up here. Somewhere.” Damn. That hadn’t come out as reassuring as Pierce had hoped.
The GPS remained unhelpfully silent as the car bumped its way along. Twilight was quickly turning into night. The looming pines closing in on all sides didn’t help, deepening the gloom. They were truly in the middle of nowhere, no streetlights, no sidewalks, the roads rough. Hell, there wasn’t even a McDonald’s. Civilisation was most definitely far behind them.
At the moment, Pierce would have gladly traded his stupid GPS system for just one tacky strand of twinkling Christmas lights. Anything to suggest they weren’t lost in the mountains. And why the hell was it so dark out here?
The cabin practically jumped out at them. Pierce rounded a curve and slammed on the brakes. His heart thumped madly as he studied the battered porch steps, dangerously close to his front bumper. Beside him, Teddy let out a belated squeak of alarm.
“Destination in five hundred feet,” the GPS chimed.
K.M. Mahoney's Bio:
K.M. lives in the Midwest surrounded by cornfields. To compensate for the lack of scenery at home, she spends her time visiting exotic locations with gorgeous men.
All right, so the men are mostly fictional. So are the locations. Everyone needs a hobby.
In reality, K.M. lives a fairly unexciting life with her cat. She writes mainly m/m romance, usually with paranormal or fantasy elements. K.M. loves to follow her characters wherever they decide to go. She maintains that any naughty behavior is all their doing. Honest.