Interview with Robin Renee Ray, Author of Paranormal & Thrillers

Robin Renee Ray

Paranormal Romance

      Thank you for joining us this week and we hope you bring your friends along who love those erotic vampire stories! We getting ready to roam through the cemetery with Robin Renee so come gather 'round. We don't want anyone getting separated from the group. We hope all of you brought your flashlights!

     Before we get started, we want to let you know that Robin is giving away 3 prizes on Saturday, the 25th, so be sure to get in on the Rafflecopter giveaway at the end, Robin has three great giveaways! Are we ready? Come on, let's head in and sit at the benches on the inside.

Naughty Reader’s:  Robin, we're thrilled to have you this week! Our readers are ready to be scared a bit and read about your characters. Tell us a bit about yourself  that our readers might not know.

Robin Renee: I’m pretty much an open book, no pun…but most may not know that I love to eat junk food late at night while I pretend to work. LOL

Naughty Reader’s: What made you want to become a writer?

Robin Renee: It was seeing the face of my first grand baby as she was being born. I knew I had to do something in my life that would make her proud, so 6 years ago I put a pencil to a tablet because I had no clue how to type much less use a computer.

Naughty Reader’s: Please share a bit about your new release without giving away any spoilers.

Robin Renee: Bren Woodard’s Hatred With a Passion is my newest release and it is a mini-series that will come in five installments. I first fell in love with the name ‘Woody’ *wink* and the rest more or less wrote itself. She is my best female serial killer and she makes her own weapons. I have a love for horror and suspense but wanted a woman who was the good bad guy, if you know what I mean. And so far, all who have read about my Woody, truly enjoy her! 

Naughty Reader’s: (Brenda) Steve and I were thrilled when you asked to use our names! Do you write under a pen name?

Robin Renee: I never have, but I am thinking about it since I have agreed to do some contemporary work with a few other authors.

Naughty Reader’s: What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Robin Renee: I love strong women and men who can handle their women taking the lead. LOL

Naughty Reader’s: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Robin Renee: I’m not your typical person/mother/grandmother I’m very reclusive and very much a Hillbilly Hippie…I don’t shop or go out to the movies or things like that. I pretty much stay to myself, in what I call my cave either watching my movies or creating worlds here on the laptop. Oh and I eat when and what I want…not too picky about that sort of thing if ya know what I mean.

Naughty Reader’s: Sounds like a nice quiet life. Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Robin Renee: I think I have written in just about every genre out there…and I will continue to find more things to write about. The one thing that most of my work does have in common is my love of horror or anything that comes close to it. I even think that my soft reads are that way because I manage to throw in that bit of ‘OMG’ there is blood gut and gore in here also. LOL

Naughty Reader’s: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Robin Renee: If given the space I have been known to write a full length in under 19 days, but editing can take 3 times as long. LOL Then again I have books that I have been playing with for years???

Naughty Reader’s:  Editing can be grueling sometimes because that's where we tweak and shape our stories! Do you have to be alone to write?

Robin Renee: Absolutely…or at least everyone has to be asleep.*smiles*

Naughty Reader’s: How do you go about naming characters?

Robin Renee: Names like titles just pop in my head??? I also like to use a great deal of friends and family.

Naughty Reader’s: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Robin Renee: I like to actually let the character create themselves, depending on what I’m working on. Short stories are the best; my readers may never know what the person looks like or see what they have on at every turn. To me, it is kind of cool to let the reader put a face on the character themselves. Give a general idea; say hair and eye color then let them have a blast.

Naughty Reader’s: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Robin Renee: Like my Bloodbreeders series, that came from the place I had been to all my life so it was easy…other places are either made up, or I do a little research which I hate!!! Then at other times if there happens to be a forest I just go to one of my favorite places in my mind and have a blast. I have to add that my Bloodbreeders are my babies and the very first thing that I ever wrote in my life. I am a drop out that never went back, so that first book was like a true miracle to me…6 years later and 18 novels and I am still in shock that people call me a writer. *winks*

Naughty Reader’s: What are you working on now and what should readers be looking forward to from you in the future?

Robin Renee: I am doing the corrections of Bloodbreeders 3, the second book of Bren Woodard and the second book to my children’s story the Toodlegnomes. But, I also have in the edits, Arrival of the Prophecy, along with several others. It’s so hard to know what will be hitting next???

Naughty Reader’s: It's great that you write for children, too! Where can readers find out more about you and your books?

Robin Renee: You can find all of my work on Amazon and soon many other sites.

Blog

Twitter

Web site

Amazon Author page

Hellfire Publishing

Readers, Due to me having a Woody character because a very cool lady allowed me to use her name…I would love to offer a signed copy to one lucky commenter as well as one of my Children’s books to another, The Tale of Two Toodlegnomes, which is co-authored with my 6 year old granddaughter, A.L. McBee. And I love my Bloodbreeders and have a set of book one and two in ebook form for another very lucky winner.

Naughty Readers: Wow three winners! Readers get your entries in! Robin, thanks for visiting with us this week. Oh dang, the sun is going down. We'd better get our flashlights out. Leave it to Robin to pull us into a cemetery! LOL

     The Toodlegnomes lived in peace without worry of the outside world and the many dangers that came with it for many years. That is until the dreaded Bumble Bee Dragons were ordered by their evil Queen to sneak in and steal the Crystals that gave life to the Toodlegnome village. All felt their way of life was lost…all but the bravest of the small forest dwellers. Maggie Galestone and her best friend Maxine Thornbread were ordered to leave the village, because all feared their overly brave ways would cause all to pay with a war they felt could not be won. The two little Toodlegnomes begin an adventure that takes them into uncharted territory filled with dangers of forbidden forest, they come upon creatures, which are happy to help them in their quest and some who would like to cause them harm. Few give much hope that either will ever be seen again...

Excerpt: Hatred With A Passion

His body was easier to move then Gordy’s and she had him a good ten feet into the brush at the side of the road and back on the bike within thirty minutes. The same vehicles were at the bar when she drove back by. Woody contemplated on pulling the bike over and into the trees and then go back and take Gordy’s van as far away as she could with making it back to Steve’s house before he woke and figured out that she had been out and about, doing just the thing that she did.  No one in her life had ever made her want to use the respect that hide deep inside her soul, but Steve had breached the barrier that she had worked so hard to build.

There really was damage to Steve’s bike and there was nothing Woody could do to cover it up. The left side gear grip was bent and the back left side finder was scraped badly by the rocks. She pushed it to the back of the house and once again put a blaze to the barbeque pit. Her heart sank as she watched as yet another of her homemade weapons turned to ash. The thoughts that ran through her mind should have been one of shock at taking another life, one who more than likely wanted nothing more than enough money to stay drunk long enough that he would forget about it all anyway. However, it was the pleasant ease of taking the old man’s life and ridding herself of the perfect weapon and all within an hour’s time that had her grinning. She thought on knowing that Steve would have let her put it in the fireplace where the others had been placed, but couldn’t share all of her secrets just yet.

Woody showered, removing the stain of blood that had soaked through her jeans and shirt. She then shoved her things into the washing machine and lay down on the couch next to Steve’s warm form, wrapped only in the sheet and fell asleep.

She woke to the sound of Steve’s truck coming up the drive, having no idea what time he had gotten up and left, but hoped he didn’t come rushing in like the last time, with more bad news. News, which she had created. The truck door opened and closed, but no sound of shoes hitting the steps rang out. Woody jumped up, clutching the sheet to her chest and ran to the back door in the kitchen.

“Hey, you got off early,” she smiled stepping out on the back porch before Steve had the time to walk around the bike.

“I just went in to tell them I was taking off for a few hours to take care of you,” he replied, coming up the back porch steps. “Love the outfit.” He put one hand on her hip and the other smoothed her hair away from her face.

“Well, thank you. It’s the newest trend on the market.” Woody turned and walked back through to the kitchen, showing she had nothing on and very grateful he hadn’t said anything about the damage on the bike.

“Damn woman!” He watched as she dropped the sheet to the floor. “If this is what I had to look forward to every time I came home I would be coming home every hour.” Woody laughed. “Please don’t take this wrong, but I would love to wake up with a Woody every time I opened my eyes.”

“You’re crazy.” She backed up to the counter with Steve coming toward her like a lion stalking a gazelle.

“I see you had a little cook out.” His eyes followed the curves of her body with his hands going straight to her hips.

“I actually had a few,” she replied then pushed him back and picked the sheet up, wrapping it around her nudity. “I can’t let you put your hands on me again without telling you what happened tonight. I thought I could, I wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, but I’ll be damned if I can let you make love to me without you knowing.”

“Woody, what are you talking about?”

She began explaining about wanting to see if Gordy’s van had been found at the bar, then onto what went on with the old drunk man. Steve’s face was blank, unreadable. She watched as he opened the refrigerator, took out a beer and then set down at the kitchen table. Woody stood frozen with her back to the cabinet, waiting for Steve to rant or scream at her for taking another life. “I had to do it, he saw me.”

“And you never thought that we could just pack up and leave?”

 “I wasn’t thinking at all. I wasn’t even going to do what I did until he grabbed my arm. Look,” she lowered her eyes, “I can be gone in a few minutes, I may have to leave most of my stuff but when I get settled I’ll either send for it or you can add it the barbeque pit and burn it all.” She then pushed off the cabinet and walked around the table to leave the room.

 “Don’t,” Steve said softly taking her by the wrist.

Woody stood there, her heart beating so hard she could feel it in the base of her ears.

Steve slid the beer bottle back then pulled her around and down into his lap.

She couldn’t raise her eyes to look at him, seeing the disappointment was more than she wanted to deal with. When he lifted her chin with his fingers, the look she feared wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Though, the expression he held was almost just as frightening.

“You know, I’ve gone all my life wondering what it must be like to care for someone so much that nothing that they did would be able to change that feeling. I never thought it would happen to me, but it has. I love you, Woody.”

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