AUTHOR INTERVIEW / GUEST BLOGGER ~ ANN GIMPEL

Hi CJ! Let me thank you at the front end of things for hosting me on your wonderful blog. It’s a pleasure to be here. ~ Ann Gimpel

And thank you Ann for visiting us here at Black Satin today!  And after the interview check out the information for Ann’s newest release 6/10/13: Roman’s Gold.
  1. Who is Ann Gimpel?
I suppose first and foremost, I’m a psychologist. But mountaineering is a close second. When I still worked as a therapist or a program administrator, I spent hours dreaming of my next backcountry trip. When I was in the backcountry, I never dreamed about being back at work! Viewed in that light, I suppose mountaineering should probably have gotten top billing. The writing part of my life was truly a Johnny-come-lately.
  1. When did you first start writing and why?
Aha! Perfect segue from the first question. Good job, CJ! Stories always ran around in my head on backcountry trips. There’s lots of solitude and ample opportunity for my muse to go a little nuts. I came back from a trip over Labor Day in 2008 where we climbed Bear Creek Spire and did something different. I sat down at the keyboard and started to write. Three-and-a-half months later, I had a 500 page novel. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a start. Writing is a craft like any other and I’ve learned along the way.
  1. Are there any particular writers who inspire you?
The list is long. There are the hard sci-fi writers like Herbert and Heinlan. Then there are the pure fantasy writers like Tolkien and Goodkind and Jordan. Finally, there are the romance writers like KM Moning, Kate MacAlister, and Nalini Singh. I’ve always been drawn to genre fiction, so I like my romance with a touch of the paranormal.
  1. Why your current genre/style?
It won’t come as a surprise that I write paranormal romance, urban fantasy with romantic elements, and a bit of science fiction.
  1. You’re an actual Ph.D! That is seven different kinds of awesome!  How do you utilize your skills in you writing?
It’s not so much the Ph.D., but being a psychologist for a very long time gave me a solid understanding of how people operate. I think it’s helped me build believable, three-dimensional characters who are congruent throughout my stories.

  1. Can you describe a typical day of creative work?
I’m not sure I have a typical day since I no longer have a day job. But on many days, I have a leisurely breakfast with my husband, do a bit of marketing, and go out for a trail run. I try to spend at least a couple of hours a day exercising. It’s good for my creative process. Back home, we have a bite of lunch and then I retire to my upstairs study and work on the current work-in-process. I aim for a chapter a day, which is 3000 words. I’ll read the last chapter I wrote and do a light edit to get me back into the story.
Now, if I’ve gotten edits back on a contracted book, that takes precedence over uncontracted work. So I’ll do either content or line edits, ship the manuscript back to my editor, and see how much time I have left. I rarely write less than a chapter at a sitting. I’ve tried doing little bits and pieces and the story starts feeling choppy to me.
  1. Someone approaches you and asks you, what do you write? How do you respond?
LOL! I tell them I write paranormal romance, science fiction, and urban fantasy. I don’t dwell on the fact that my romances include descriptive sex. Either they’ll read one of my books and form an opinion, or they won’t.
  1. How do you handle the question, “Why don’t you write something serious?”
Hmmm… No one’s ever asked me that. My personal opinion is that literary fiction (e.g. serious fiction) is going the way of the dodo bird. Maybe I feel that way because stories that go nowhere and spend page after page lost in deep and serious descriptions bore the daylights out of me. I occasionally buy one just to check and see if my feelings have changed. They haven’t.
  1. How do you feel about the current state of mainstream publishing?
Mainstream publishing is scrambling to catch up. They feel threatened by the proliferation of small presses, never mind indie authors, grabbing a progressively bigger share of the pie. Kristine Kathryn Rusch has a great blog: The Business Rusch. She discusses this very topic at length. As a best selling fantasy writer, who used to write for a Big Six house and now self-pubs, she has a lot of intriguing things to say.
E-book publishing:
I think e-books are the current wave. It’s so easy to point and click and read on an e-reader. I sell way more e-books than print ones. To be brutally honest, the main use I currently have for print books is to take them with me when I go to conventions and for the occasional book signing.
  1. Why self-publishing?
Well, self-publishing wasn’t a route I chose. All my books have publishers. There’s no value judgment there. Psychology was an inherently isolating occupation. Writing is, too. At least with publishers, I have acquisitions editors, content editors, line editors, and cover artists to talk with.
I had another very good reason for choosing publishers: when I started in this business, I knew less than nothing. It’s one thing for the KK Ruschs of the world to self-pub after successful Big Six careers. But I was starting from scratch. I felt I needed all the help I could get.
  1. What are some of your other interests?
Mountaineering, backpacking, skiing, cooking, dream analysis.
  1. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
How the eye can skip over the same mistake again and again. To elaborate, even after one of my manuscripts has been through several run-throughs from myself, a content editor, and a line editor, I can still find errors if I let the thing lay fallow for a couple of weeks. A month is even better for “fresh eyes.”
  1. What do you think makes a good story?
I like bright, sharply-drawn characters I can relate to and a plot that clips along and surprises me. I admit to a passing fondness for alpha males, especially if they’re shifters!
  1. What are some of the promotional methods you use? What works or doesn’t?
I have social media presences on FB, Twitter, GR, LI, Amazon, and Google+. I tour my books constantly through blog tours. I do half a dozen blog hops each year. I have no idea what works. I do pretty much the same thing for all my books. Some sell much better than others. I’d say almost anything based in the Highlands will sell. In fact, I’m working on a story about a Scottish time-traveling dragon shifter at the moment!
  1. Are you an introverted or extroverted writer?
Definitely an introvert. It’s why I was able to pick my way through two essentially isolating careers.
  1. Do you feel writers get a fair portrayal in other mediums such as TV shows and movies?
I have a confession to make. I haven’t had television in about twenty years. I own TV sets and watch the occasional movie, but I haven’t had access to network broadcasts for so long I have no idea how they portray writers. If I had to guess, though, I’d assume they do a fairly poor job.
  1. Do you have any quirky or unusual stories concerning your work?
I have lots of them about my work as a therapist. Fewer about my writing career. It’s considered poor form, never mind unethical, to share therapy tales, even with the names removed, so I’ll just move on to the next question.
  1. Just for fun — they’re bringing your works to the silver screen. Who do you imagine would play your characters?
Well, for my latest, Roman’s Gold, I’d love to see Angelina Jolie play Kate. She’s the perfect combination of sultry and capable. Brad Pitt would make an awesome Devon. Or maybe George Clooney.
  1. And speaking of movies, what’s your writing soundtrack? Or do you write in complete silence?
Silence. I can’t have music competing for brain cells. Even when I was a kid, the only time I had the radio on was when I did math homework. For some reason, music and math were a good combination. Not so much for the subjects where I had to either read or write something.
  1. What is the best and/or worst writing advice you’ve ever received?
The best advice was to write every day and to have a critique group that’s not afraid to tear into what you write. I don’t know that I’ve actually gotten bad advice from anyone. Maybe I’ve been lucky, but most everyone I’ve met in this field has had their heart in the right place.
  1. If you could meet three writers (alive or dead), who would they be? Why those choices and what would you say to them?
Hmmm… I’m going to segue into philosophy. Hope I don’t bore readers to tears.
Georges Gurdjieff: He was an amazingly evolved human being with a wealth of knowledge gleaned from Sufi lore. I’d ask him to elucidate on the Zen concept of self-remembering, or being self-aware.
J.R.R. Tolkien: I think LOTR is the best epic fantasy ever! I’d ask him where he got the idea for Middle Earth and where/how he researched the details that made it come alive.
CG Jung: I spent years studying his writings and using his techniques to analyze dreams, bring shadow out of hiding, and help patients (and myself) transform ourselves. I’d ask him how he came up with the idea of the collective unconscious.
22.       Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I really, really enjoy reader feedback. Good and bad. It helps me grow as a writer.
23.       Tell us about your current and future projects. What is on the horizon?

Well, on 7/1, Alice’s Alpha, a shifter ménage (m/f/m/m) releases from Liquid Silver Books. The blurb is: It’s 1936. Thirty-year-old Alice has almost given up finding a man. Between civil engineering and mountain climbing, her interests are so masculine she scares men away. A poor route choice lands her next to horror movie star Lon Chaney’s cabin deep in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. She’s wary when Jed, a strikingly handsome man, offers her shelter.
By the time she discovers he’s clan leader for a pack of wolf shifters, she’s in way too deep to back out. Her carefully tended wasteland of a heart cracks wide open. Her preconceived notions shatter. Snared by the mate bond, Alice discovers passion hot enough to change her forever. She’s just getting used to Jed when his clan brothers show up, and she discovers she’s mated to all three.
Then on 7/11, Fortune’s Scion releases from Desert Breeze Publishing. This is a “new adult” urban fantasy with romantic elements. The blurb is: Raised by wizards who never missed an opportunity to remind him of his deficiencies, Ned grows up believing his mage skills are seriously lacking. Conscripted at an early age, he fears it’s a back-handed way to ensure he sustains an honorable death in battle.
Battling prejudice, insidious lies and lack of knowledge about his mage powers—which are really quite different from wizard magic—Ned finds ways to keep going. His first mission away from the wizards teaches him he’s stronger and more resourceful than he thought. Against stiff odds, he learns different isn’t necessarily bad and true love has a way of shining through.
That’s probably enough, though I do have several more contracted works releasing between now and the beginning of 2014.
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Ann, thanks again for visiting us here at Black Satin and for your patience!  It is a pleasure having you here and thank you for all of the information about your works!

Roman’s Gold
By Ann Gimpel
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Release Date: 6/10/13
50,000 words
The line between hunter and hunted thins, blurs, and finally disappears.
 Genre: Paranormal Romance
Once respected members of society, shifters are running for their lives. In a futuristic world where resources are scarce, Kate uses her human form to work as a sex surrogate. Furious at what looks a lot like genocide for her people, she joins the shifter underground.
Devon’s been a cop for a long time. He has shifter blood, but not enough to change into anything; at least not until the police department insists on a series of infusions to make him better at tracking shifters so they can be imprisoned—or killed.
Devon’s latest assignment is Kate. From the moment he sees her, he can’t get her out of his mind. The line between hunter and hunted thins, blurs, and finally disappears. Kate and Devon defy the odds. Will their passion save them or doom them forever?
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Kate Roman sauntered down Telegraph Avenue, the sounds of the constant Berkeley traffic loud in her ears. The city had banned hovercraft when air quality got so bad people needed masks to venture outside. The air still made the back of her throat burn, but at least her eyes didn’t tear up.
She pushed her dark glasses up her nose and wrapped a colorful scarf more tightly around her hair. Someone was following her. She’d caught a whiff of something … unusual … with her feline senses half a dozen blocks back. Her perceptions weren’t as sharp in her human form, but they gave her a definite edge. Who was back there? Try as she might, she couldn’t identify its scent. She didn’t want to stop and turn around. So long as her pursuer thought himself invisible, he—or she, or it—wouldn’t do anything rash. She hoped.
Her heart beat a little faster. No cause for alarm. Not yet, anyway. She worked as a sex surrogate, and there had been hundreds of clients over the past several years. Her hair was unmistakable with its bright red tone and warm, golden streaks. Clients sometimes trailed after her. Too shy to approach directly, yet drawn to her because of the best—sometimes the only—sex they’d had in their lives, they just liked to be close. Even though they had no idea she was a shifter—that played into the equation too. Humans were attracted to her animal energy.
Shy clients were one thing. The other options were scarier. Humans had made a big push to get rid of shifters. Because killing them outright would have engendered a great hue and cry from personal rights groups, they’d been imprisoned in droves. Conditions were deplorable; many of her kin had died. Others were so ill, they might as well be dead. Apparently the personal rights groups weren’t into visiting prisons to check on things. Disgust twisted Kate’s features into an annoyed scowl.
Appalled by what was looking a lot like the beginnings of genocide, she’d joined the shifter underground, a group masterminding escapes for those like her. Of course, the escapes were only the first step. Once out, shifters almost always needed medical care. They had to be hidden until their magic was strong enough for them to shield themselves. Many opted for dramatic plastic surgery to obliterate any trace of who they’d been when captured.
Kate blew out a tense breath. She had three post-surgical shifters concealed in the basement of her home in the Berkeley Hills. A wolf, a mountain lion—like her—and a bear were sequestered behind a hidden wall panel. She hadn’t expected them to stay quite so long and her pantry was almost bare. She glanced at her wrist computer and clicked a few keys. Ration Coupons flashed on the screen, followed by the numerals one and zero. Shit. If it were only her, ten coupons wouldn’t buy much more than a day’s worth of food. She needed to put in an emergency call to the underground once she got to her office and no one could hear her. They had code words for everything, but still…
Kate tilted her head back. Her nose twitched. Whoever was behind her was closer. Not much, but a little. Should I turn around? She glanced at the cross street. Another half block and she’d be at her office. Someone jostled her shoulder. She pulled back, wary of a trap. Kate strengthened the illusion which softened her lengthened incisors and muted the sharp angle of her cheekbones and jaw.
“Sorry,” a man muttered and pushed past her.
She stared after him and reached out with a dribble of shifter magic. Whew!She exhaled sharply. Just a human. Definitely not who’d been following her. Garden-variety cops had genetically-altered enhanced abilities. They smelled different. Trackers, elite police squads targeting shifters, had their own unique scent. She pressed her tongue against her teeth, thinking. What she smelled behind her was … different. Did that mean it wasn’t a cop—or a Tracker? Not necessarily. He could be using one of their tricks to mask his spoor. Her throat tightened. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry.
Enough excitement for one morning. Kate lengthened her stride, loped across the street, taking advantage of an amber light, and took the steps to her office in a renovated Victorian two at a time. She ran her palm over the keypad. The electronics hummed and the door clicked open. She ducked inside, shut the door, and reset the lock.
Annoyance tinged with fear made her stomach roil. Against her better judgment, she turned and peered through a frosted glass side panel next to the thick, carved oak door. Eyes narrowed, she used her feline vision to take a good, hard look at who was walking down the sidewalk. After a couple minutes of nothing, she chided herself for being paranoid.
Kate was about to turn away and get ready for her first client when a man caught her attention. Boy, did he catch her attention. He was tall, maybe six-foot four, with broad shoulders and slender hips. He wore form-fitting jeans, a snug knitted dark blue top, and a brown leather vest. Well-muscled arms and thighs jumped out at her. Kate’s eyes went to his crotch. Wow. If he looked like that soft, he’d have a hell of an erection. Waist-length black hair swirled around him. Dark eyes, set in Native American bone structure, looked right at her building. It was as if he sensed her looking at him.
What was he? Unfortunately, she couldn’t identify much. Wood and glass absorbed most of her magic. Kate moved away from the window. Heat poured through her. Her nipples pebbled into hard points. Whoever was out there was the most sexually-charged man she’d ever come across. Was he the one who’d been following her?
She snorted. Part of her hoped he’d been tracking her—she itched to jump his bones. In spite of being turned-on, she felt edgy. He could be a member of the elite Tracker hit squads targeting shifters. Her underground organization had received intel the enemy was using more sophisticated strategies to trap them. If they start using sex, we’re done for. Her lips curled into a wry grin. Shifters loved sex. It was a weakness from their animal sides.
“No, it’s a strength,” the mountain cat which lived inside her commented snidely.
“Hold on, sweetie. You’ll get your fix soon enough.”
“I don’t want human sex,”her cat complained. “Find a shifter for us.”
“Enough of this. I have to get ready for my first client.”
Her cat grumbled. Kate smiled indulgently. She’d dreamed her bond animal like all shifters did when they hit puberty. The animal had picked her, but she’d sealed the deal by accepting it. The cat was a part of her, but its own entity as well. That included having opinions which sometimes diverged from hers.
She consulted her wrist computer. Not much time to spare. Kate walked through her spacious office. Furnished with late nineteenth century antiques to match the building’s architecture, it was a homey place with overstuffed floral couches and chairs and golden oak tables. A small computer desk allowed clients to enter their own personal data—or as much of it as they were comfortable divulging. Unlike the world’s oldest profession, men actually needed a doctor’s referral to see her. Kate liked it that way. She’d never had problems with any of her clients. The doctors screened them for diseases before sending them, which was another plus, though not exactly necessary. Virtually all the men who came through her door were virgins.
A lush bedroom with a four-poster bed and an inventive assortment of toys was behind the front office. Off to one side was a marble inlaid bathroom with a sunken tub with Jacuzzi jets. Mirrors lined the walls; the gleaming gold fixtures and green-veined marble glowed invitingly. Water was good for loosening up nervous clients. Her first task was getting them used to being naked.
She ducked into her private quarters—a small room off the bedroom—dropped her bag in a corner, and stripped off her street clothes and shoes. Pants were a no-no in her business. She needed skirts in case a client got hard and she needed to move fast. Most of the men who visited her had erectile issues. Either they came too fast, or they couldn’t get erections at all.
She pulled a teal jersey top out of a drawer and tugged it over her head. The soft folds of the fabric molded to her body. No bra. Looking at the curves of her breasts was good for clients. She traced the outline of a nipple through the silky fabric. It stiffened instantly. A vision of the man in the street slammed against her. Her nether regions flooded. Kate grinned. She felt sorry for her first client. She’d probably attack him before he even got his clothes off.
She stepped into a black skirt with an elastic waist and grabbed a hairbrush. Red-gold curls cascaded nearly to her waist. A smattering of shiny lip gloss and she walked into the bathroom to check her appearance. Perfect. She looked about twenty-five. Good for when she needed to play the innocent in seduction charades. She blew a kiss at the glass. Not bad for a three-hundred-year-old shifter. Three hundred six, her inner voice corrected. Kate laughed. She wasn’t exactly immortal, but she’d live for hundreds more years before her face betrayed any sign of age.
The front bell chimed. Hector was right on time. Bare feet pattering over the thick, Oriental carpet in her front office, Kate strode to the door and peered through the safety viewer. She rolled her eyes. He’d brought her flowers. She waved her palm over the electronically controlled lock; the latch clicked.
“Hi, gorgeous.” Hector stepped inside and waited for her to lock up before handing her a bouquet of expensive-looking hothouse blossoms. She laid them on a side table. They’d keep for an hour out of water.
“Hi there yourself, handsome.” Kate smiled at him. She liked Hector. At forty-five, he’d decided it was time to find a wife. Problem was, he’d spent his entire life locked away behind a computer screen and had no idea how to even say good morning to a woman, let alone ask for a date. All his sexual experiences had been with his hand until he’d tried to hire a hooker and failed miserably. He’d come while she was unzipping his pants and hadn’t been able to get hard again.
He shook light brown hair back from a high brow. His hazel eyes shone with pleasure. He wasn’t bad looking, but he needed to get outside. His skin was pasty white and his body soft. She’d suggested he join a gym and walk at least half an hour out-of-doors every day. She wondered if he’d taken her up on either suggestion.
His hand snaked out and curved around one of her breasts. She glanced between his legs, pleased to see the swell of an erection. Good. He wouldn’t make her work very hard today. Kate cocked her head to one side and pressed her breast into his hand. “Business first. That will be five hundred credits.”
His eyes widened. “You’re giving me a break today.”
“Not really.” Her hand cupped his hard-on. “Looks like you won’t need much from me.”
Color stained his fair cheeks. “Funny thing. It got hard when I was on the bus. Just thinking about you…” His voice trailed off.
“That’s the way it’s supposed to work. Pay up, so we can get those clothes off you.”
He went to the computer, bent over, brought up his account, and transferred money into hers. The printer whirred. She grabbed the piece of paper, tore off one end, signed it, and handed it to him.
He came around behind her. His hands closed over her breasts and he nibbled her neck. She leaned against him for a moment, then led him to the bedroom and closed the door. One of the best things about being a surrogate was she trained her clients to do exactly what she liked, while cautioning them that part of lovemaking was communication. What she liked might not work for a different woman.
She turned toward him. His shirt and sports coat lay on a chair and he’d stepped out of leather loafers. His fingers were busy with the fastenings of his slacks.
“Pretty good progress,” she said, flashing him a warm smile. “First time you came here, it took me most of the session to get your shirt off.”
He shrugged. His pants pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and shoved his boxers down his hips. Kate felt her eyes widen. He was more than ready. Not just hard, but a drop of semen glistened in the center of his glans. “Do you want to undress me?” she asked.
He closed the distance between them, put his arms around her and kissed her. She kissed him back, aware of her own arousal. Hector didn’t have much to do with that. But he’d give her something to think about other than the wonderfully seductive stranger she’d seen through her window. She pressed her breasts against him and thrust her hips against his hard-on.
Hector broke their kiss. He slid his fingers under her top and tugged it gently over her head. His gaze locked on her breasts before he took them in his hands. He twirled her nipples just the way she’d shown him. He’d been surprised when she told him women could come just from that.
She curved a hand around his erection. It bucked in her hand. He hadn’t had problems with premature ejaculation the last few visits, but he seemed more excited today. “Do you need to be inside me?”
His breath came fast. “Could I? All I’ve thought about is—” His cock jumped in her hand again. Fluid leaked from it. She rubbed it around the velvety top with a gentle fingertip.
Kate backed toward the bed. “How do you want me?”
His gaze sought hers. “Could you be on top? I’ve done like you said, you know, playing with myself and fantasizing.”
“Sure.” She waited for him to lie down. Kate got a condom out of the night table drawer, opened the wrapper, and rolled it onto him. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his shaft. He groaned. She took care to keep her hips still. “Tell me when it’s okay to move. Open your eyes. Look at me. Think about breathing. You can control this.”
The line of his jaw clenched, and then softened. He cupped her pussy in an outstretched hand. Tentative at first, he rubbed her clit when she pushed into his hand. Her muscles closed around his cock. He rubbed harder. She laid a hand over his to show him the rhythm she needed.
“Is it okay if I make you come this way?”
“More than okay.” With her fingers atop his to guide him, he rubbed harder and faster over her sensitive tissue. She knew she was moving around his erection, but hoped he had enough to think about besides coming that he’d be able to control himself. “I’m going to take my hand away. Now you do the same thing.”
“Like this.”
“Um-hum.” She felt a familiar tightness, tried to hold back so she could savor things, but it was too late. She came, shoving her pussy against his hand. A vision of the gorgeous man she’d seen in the street danced behind her closed lids. Deep in her mind, the cat purred, “Yesssss. Find that one for us.” Kate shushed it.
Hector had learned well. He kept moving his fingers until her hips quieted. “Wow. That was amazing,” he crowed. “I got to watch you come. Your nipples got hard and you’re all rosy.”
“And you didn’t come yourself. Even better.” She laughed. “Is it okay if I move now?”
“Will I be able to make you come again?” She heard a hint of masculine pride in the question.
“No question.”
He held out his arms. “I want to feel your breasts against me.”
She lowered her torso until it touched his. “Very good. Asking for what you want is important. Women aren’t mind readers. Put your hands on my hips. Move me the way you want to be fucked.”
“What about you?”
“I had a turn. Besides, you can always touch me or lick me.”
“You haven’t taught me about licking.” His voice had a catch in it.
“Well, if we don’t get there today, there’s always next time.”
His hands gripped her hips. She let him control the movement, pleased it took him several minutes to come. Once his cock was through spasming inside her, she moved off his body and went to get a warm, wet cloth from the bathroom. By the time she returned, he had the condom off. She held out her hand. “I’ll take it. Here.” She handed him the cloth, dropped the condom into a waste can, and slid into a robe.
A disappointed look washed across his face. “Is our time up?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“How many more visits do I have?”
“Not sure. Just a minute, I’ll look.” Kate padded into the outer office and clicked a few keys on the desktop computer. She was also buying a little time. Clients frequently got too attached, which was why she never told them up front how many visits had been authorized. Sometimes, even if they had several more sessions, she’d hedge, call their MD, and cut them off.
The truth was, Hector didn’t really need her anymore. Seven visits had cured both his impotence and his problems with premature ejaculation.
“Good thing you asked.” She breezed back into the bedroom, smiling brightly. “We’ve run through your sessions.” He looked so crestfallen, she went to the bed, sat on the edge, and took his hands in hers. “Hector. You got what you needed here. You can make love with anyone now. You don’t need me anymore.”
“But I thought—I mean, I hoped…” Color crept up his chest to his neck and face.
“Aw, honey. Everyone falls in love with me. It’s natural. I’m the first woman you had sex with.” She patted his hand. “I guarantee you I won’t be the last. Try asking that cute brunette you told me about out for coffee.”
“Can I come back if I get into problems?”
“Sure. I’ll square it with your doctor.”
“Really?” He smiled. Hector was decidedly handsome when he did that.
“Really.” She touched a finger to his chin. “You’re quite the hunk when you smile. Try to remember to do it more often.”
He dressed quickly and she ushered him out the door. “Thanks for the flowers. And best of luck, not that you’ll need any. You’ll make some woman very happy.”
She closed the door, locked it, and looked at the time. She needed to call the underground about groceries, change the bed, and take a shower. It would be tight, but she was pretty sure she could work everything in before Todd showed up in half an hour.
Kate glanced at the calendar in her wrist computer. Good. Only the two clients today. Worries about her three houseguests ate at her. It was better when she was home. The shifters in her basement were vulnerable by themselves
About the Author
Short Bio:
Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent.  Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing.  A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Several paranormal romance novellas are available in e-format. Three novels, Psyche’s Prophecy, Psyche’s Search, and Psyche’s Promise are small press publications available in e-format and paperback. Look for two more urban fantasy novels coming this summer and fall: Fortune’s Scion and Earth’s Requiem.
A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.
          
@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)
 Long Bio:
Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers her solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.
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I'm a multi-published author of fantasy, erotic and paranormal fiction. The first two books of my series, Illusion of Night and Memory in Shadow are currently available from Liquid Silver Books as well as a recently published novella, Soul Fires. I'm currently seeking an agent who loves heroic fantasy as much as I do, to rep my work, Tinderbox. I’ve been an author for almost thirty years and got my start on an old typewriter at the age of five and wrote my first novel at fourteen. Probably the world’s biggest bibliophile I own three-hundred plus books and counting. My hobbies include working in my garden, cooking and I’m possibly the world’s oldest Girl Gamer. I encourage readers and authors to contact me to discuss the business anytime.

Posted on June 10, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Thanks again for hosting me, CJ. I can't wait to dive into your book, Memory in Shadow!

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  2. Those were some tough questions! Great interview.

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  3. Love the new cover! We must go hiking too. And I know what you mean about those pesky spelling errors. ugh!

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  4. Congrats on the new book release, Ann.

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  5. Thanks for your kind wishes, Tiff, Writery, Allie, and Rhonda.
    @Writery, are you local in the Eastern Sierra? If so, hiking is a definite possibility. Let me know. I have contact tabs on my blog and website!

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