Welcome to my weekly Author Spotlight. I’ve asked a bunch of my author friends to answer a set of interview questions, and to share their latest work.
Today, Bronwyn Heeley stops by my hot seat!
Thanks so much, Bronwyn, for joining me!
J. Scott Coatsworth: Tell me one thing hardly anyone knows about you.
Bronwyn Heeley: I fear heights, not really something I don’t mention, but I’m actually scared of manmade highs, I could stand on the edge of a cliff and not have a problem, but you put up a rail and I’m terrified. Elevators with glass….bridges… scaffolding… the in closed bridge when getting on a plane…nearly toppled people over as I had to wait of that thing (I couldn’t even see outside).
JSC: When did you know you wanted to write, and when did you discover that you were good at it?
BH: I had a moment when reading Twilight when I took a breath and thought “I could do that” which is what I did. It wasn’t for a good year later that I decided that being an author was what I wanted to be when I grew up. I realized early that I had a talent for story telling it’s the rest that took me awhile to work my way through.
JSC: Were you a voracious reader as a child?
BH: No, I had a lot of reading delays as a child and it wasn’t until I was around 21 that I started reading when my son was 2 and I was pregnant with my daughter and I haven’t stopped.
JSC: How would you describe your writing style/genre?
BH: I write in a unique style, especially in the romance genre, as I write deep third person POV, in multiple sub-genres including sci-fi, paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, erotica and I have plans to get into mystery.
JSC: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?
BH: Can having a long chat with my father about strap-ons be classed as weird? Then that’s what I did, which was also a great way to introduce my brother’s new girlfriend into our family.
JSC: What was your first published work? Tell me a little about it.
BH: My Kevin. It’s a contemporary story written a little more like a backstory in his and how his romance with Kevin. It’s a short sweet romance that I love so much.
JSC: What’s your greatest weakness as a writer?
BH: Words aka the English language and my own lake of self-confidence.
JSC: What’s your writing process?
BH: I’m unfortunately a passion or muse writer. I tend to have a lot of difficulties writing when I’m not truly motivated, or more accurately obsessed with the story. I can’t do the write so many words a day. Which means a lot of the time I’m writing either flat out or pushing myself to put any words on the page.
JSC: Would you visit the future or the past, and why?
BH: I think the future, there’s never been any good come from revisiting the past.
JSC: What are you working on now, and when can we expect it?
BH: Right now I’m working on a contemporary story about a man dating again after the loss of his husband. I have plan for a late April release, however I’m going into surgery on the 28th which has a 2 month recovery time, and tho I don’t believe it’ll be bed bound I may decide I’m not clear headed enough to finish that story, in which case I will release a 6 book set of 6K short paranormal stories for that time period.
And now for Bronsyn’s new book: In This Life and Beyond:
Sometimes it’s as simple as wanting to be more than history claims you can be
Beltane is a special time of year, the beginning of summer where the festival of the Great Rite of sexual union between Goddess and Gods is celebrated. And that’s exactly what Ashley needs in order to collect what he’s always wanted.
A fairy, werewolf and vampire walk into a bar, they walk out soul bound to a witch, who happens to be so much more…
TRIGGER WARNING: dealing with suicide
Ashley stumbled, steadying himself on a thin tree before he went down. He blinked the memory away. He shouldn’t have been thinking about the past anyway, not when he was trying to walk up to a pub that would do anything it could to turn him away for not being evil enough. Yeah, he was heading towards a grand establishment, but he had to do what he had to do.
Shaking his head, Ashley tried to get himself to snap out of the guilt he was feeling over what was about to happen. He couldn’t do what was needed if he let himself get eaten up over the whole thing. He needed to pull himself together and carry on. It was necessary.
Yes. He nodded to himself, standing up straight, holding his head high, and continued to walk down the narrow path that would lead him towards his destiny. The trees, standing tall and thin around him, were silent like no other place ever had been before. It became more and more ominous the closer he got to his destination.
Wet and mouldy, it smelt like earth, like still water in a closed room, and yet not quite. There was something just outside his knowledge, which Ashley knew was a kind of magic. Magic that would keep the undesirable away. It just so happened, that what they would call ‘undesirables’ were the kind of people you’d take home to mother.
It wasn’t as common knowledge as one would have thought, but the only way he was able to get to the pub was because of the blood from his heritage and the unsavouriness of his future.
Even still, with those points and the marks his mother had carved into his body in order to protect him, he still wasn’t evil enough and because of that, his gut continued to churn as his muscles screamed for him to turn away and run. He knew it was all a trick. It was the magic rubbing up against him, telling him he needed to fear it so much he couldn’t go any further. He knew, and probably because he was a witch, was able to tell what was happening. But that didn’t stop it’s pull, the instinct to obey.
Ashley swallowed hard. His heart beat in his throat, pounding inside his chest. His fingers tapped against his thigh. His legs became heavier as if he was trying to get himself through hip-high mud after he’d run a marathon.
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