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Interview with award winning writer Susannah Sandlin author of ALLEGIANCE

Welcome award winning author Susannah Sandlin!  Let’s start with what genre/genres do you write?

I started in urban fantasy with romantic elements, then added paranormal romance to my repertoire. I’m also writing romantic suspense, and am working on a contemporary proposal. I like to think of it as “multi-faceted” rather than “indecisive”!

 

If you are a plotter, how do you handle when your characters decide they don’t like you have plotted and do their own thing?

I used to fight them and try to bend them to my will, but that never worked out very well, so I plan out my outline like a good little plotter and then, at the end of each chapter, I go back to my outline and update it to reflect whatever havoc my characters have created. Sometimes it’s a minor point; other times, it changes the tenor of the whole book.

 

Do you have any other books? What do you have planned next?

I currently am writing three series—the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series as Suzanne Johnson and, as Susannah Sandlin, the Penton Legacy paranormal romance series and The Collectors romantic suspense series. Penton Book 4, Allegiance, came out on June 24; The Collectors Book 1, Lovely, Dark, and Deep, comes out June 27; book 2, Deadly, Calm, and Cold, will be out in December. The fourth book in my Sentinels series comes out in April 2015. Whew!

 

What can you tell us about ALLEGIANCE that isn’t in the blurb or excerpt?

The book is all about loyalty (hence the title) and the notion of home—and what you’ll do to protect your home when it’s threatened. Yeah, okay, and there are sexy vampires and shifters.

 

Is ALLEGIANCE part of a series? If so, tell us about it.

It is the fourth book in the Penton Legacy series, which is about a peaceful community of vampires and their human mates and familiars who come under attack after it’s discovered that the vaccine developed for a human pandemic makes human blood poisonous to vampires. There’s a civil war brewing in vampire-land, and it’s all centered around a small town in Alabama.

 

Who was easier to write–Hero or Heroine? Why?

The heroine, Robin Ashton, is an eagle shape-shifter, and she is no-holds-barred, in-your-face, bat-poop nuts. She pretty much wrote herself and dictated to me how I should write every other character. Did I mention she wasn’t originally going to be the heroine? (See earlier question about when characters go off-script.)

 

Why are your hero and heroine perfect for each other?

At first blush, Cage and Robin would seem to be natural enemies or at least rivals. They’re both adrenaline junkies. They’re both alpha personalities used to getting their own way. They’re both commitment-phobes, or at least they profess to be. But somehow when those characters came together, they sparked and I threw out my original plans to put Cage with a different heroine. I can promise Cage and Robin will butt heads farther down the road, but I’m pretty sure they’ll make it.

 

Now for some fun Questions:

 

What’s your favorite TV show or movie of all time?

Ah…..probably Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy. Sheer awesomeness. Does that count as one?

 

If you could chose a period in history to be born in, what would it be and why?

I’ve always been fascinated with the Victorian era because of the industrial revolution and how fast everything was changing. But honestly, I’m not sure I’d want to have been born in that era because women were so limited in their options. I’m pretty happy in this era.

 

What was the most embarrassing thing your husband/boyfriend/partner/friend ever did to you in public?

Man, I’m blanking on this one. I think I’ve led a sheltered life, or else my significant others know better than to embarrass me publicly.

 

What is the one place you have never visited but would love to?

Scotland—most of my ancestors were Scottish and I’d love to wander around there for a week or two or three.

 

If you were stranded on a desert island and could chose any famous person (living or dead), who would you chose to be stranded with you and why?

Since he’s a character in one of my series, I’ll say the pirate Jean Lafitte. He’s sexy, he knows how to survive on an island, he knows his way around a weapon in case of island critters, and did I mention he was sexy?

 

Quick Quiz:

 

Cake or Chips

Cake, go easy on the frosting, though.

 

Steak or Veggie Burger

Steak

 

Chocolates or Roses

Chocolate

 

Boxers or Briefs or Nothing at all

Briefs

 

And since I write both, I have to know which you prefer… Vampires or Cowboys

Vampires! Although a vampire cowboy would be interesting…

 

Thanks for having me today!

 

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Allegiance by Susannah Sandlin

 

Allegiance

The Penton Legacy #4

By

Susannah Sandlin

Blurb:

Out June 10 from Montlake Romance * British vampire psychiatrist and former mercenary Cage Reynolds returns to Penton, Alabama, looking for a permanent home. The town has been ravaged by the ongoing vampire war and the shortage of untainted human blood, and now the vampires and humans that make up the Omega Force are trying to rebuild.

Cage hopes to help the cause, put down roots in Penton, and resolve his relationship with Melissa Calvert. The last thing he expects is to find himself drawn to Robin Ashton, a trash-talking eagle shape-shifter and new Omega recruit.

Meanwhile, as a dangerous saboteur wreaks havoc in Penton, the ruthless Vampire Tribunal leader Matthias Ludlam has been freed on the eve of his scheduled execution. But by whom? And to what end?

As war and chaos rage on, love isn’t something Cage is looking for, but will his attraction to Robin distract him from the danger living among them?

 

Excerpt:

Mirren Kincaid was six feet, eight inches of muscle and bad attitude, and Cage wouldwager few had ever spoken to him the way the girl had. At least not and lived to tell about it.

Cage glanced at Nik, who was biting his lower lip and not doing a very good job of hiding his own amusement. “Is she always like this?”

Nik gave a slow shake of the head. “Negative. Not at all.” He paused. “Sometimes she’s worse.”

This time, Cage couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “This is going to be fun, as long as we stay out of the way.”

“I can f**king hear you, Reynolds.” Mirren growled at Cage over his shoulder, but kept his eyes pinned on the girl. Woman, Cage should say, although she was so diminutive next to the Scottish behemoth it was hard not to see her as a waif. Probably accounted for her Mirren-like attitude. Short-man syndrome, so to speak.

Mirren’s hands balled into fists, and if the man had still been human, his face would have turned about six ugly shades of pissed off. Cage couldn’t see the big guy’s expression, but he’d bet those gray eyes had gone from thunderstorm to snowstorm.

“The colonel has lost his mind.” Mirren’s voice dropped about an octave. “What could you possibly do to help us here?”

She propped her hands on her hips, gave Mirren a slow, sultry once-over with more than a little come-hither in her expression, and lowered her voice—but not so low that Cage couldn’t hear.

“I can do things to you that are beyond your wildest dreams, vampire.”

“Uh-oh,” Nik muttered under his breath. “She’s gonna blow.”

If Cage hadn’t been afraid Mirren would turn his wrath on the nearest safe target—him, in other words—he would’ve explained to Nik that Mirren was showing uncharacteristic restraint, and if anyone was going to violently break the stalemate it would be the big guy.

“Little girl, I suggest you walk back into whatever hole in the woods you crawled out of.” Mirren’s voice dropped even lower and softer. Funny how, on some people, a soft voice was more menacing than a shout. “In the morning, the colonel can reassign you to a more fitting place. I don’t care what you turn into—squirrel, otter . . .” He gave her a head-to-toe once-over and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Chipmunk.”

Nik groaned and looked at the ground. “Oh, man.”

Ashton took a step toward Mirren, craning her neck again. “And where might that more fitting place be, Mirren Kincaid?Oh, don’t look surprised. I did my homework. Where is it you think I belong in this man’s army?On my back?”

Mirren shrugged. “Probably, but don’t spread your legs on my account, honey.”

The air around them crackled with tension, and even Cage thought Mirren had gone too far. He opened his mouth to suggest that Nik take Ashton far, far away for the eveningand start fresh at dusk tomorrow, maybe with a referee. He froze at her expression, though. She was grinning, dark eyes alight with mirth and a look Cage recognized all too well. The undeniable, addictive power of the adrenaline rush. Ashton was having fun.

Clearly, the woman was insane. She was suicidal. She was . . . superb.

With a screech that would do a banshee proud, she ran at Mirren headfirst. If Cage hadn’t heard the man’s oof and been knocked off-balance himself when Mirren fell ass over teakettle, he’d have sworn he’d hallucinated the whole thing.

“Told ya,” mumbled Nik, who’d stepped out of the way with nimble speed.

A burst of pain erupted on Cage’s cheek, followed by the trickle of blood streaming toward his neck. Damn, but that little woman could throw a punch. Unfortunately, she was throwing them so hard and fast, she’d clocked him as well as Mirren.

Cage rolled out of the line of fire and took the outstretched hand Nik offered. “That woman is barking mad.” Cage rubbed his jaw, amazed that Mirren was fending off blows but not striking back.

Nik nodded. “As a hatter.”

Finally, breathing hard from either fists or fury, or both, the woman stopped her assault. She sat astride Mirren, looking down at him with a frown. “Why won’t you fight back? Afraid of being beat by a sorority girl?It’s no fun if you don’t fight back.”

Cage waited for it. The name-calling. Maybe a backhand to show Ashton what the Slayer was made of—which, even from his prone position, would send her flying. The lesson-teaching that was sure to follow.

Instead, the choked noise Mirren uttered was one it took a moment for Cage to recognize because he’d never heard it from the man. Didn’t think it was possible. Mirren Kincaid was laughing.

His voice even sounded different—lighter, amused. “What the hell are you, Ashton?”

She climbed off him and rose to her full height, which wasn’t much. “Eagle shifter. And a damn good tracker. And stronger than you fang-faces can imagine. Plus, I can fly. So don’t mess with me.”

Mirren rolled to his feet with surprising grace for a man his size and rubbed his face. The fingers he drew from his mouth were covered in blood from multiple scratches, and there appeared to be tooth marks along his jawline. “You got a first name?”

Ashton squinted up at Mirren a few heartbeats. “It’s Robin.”

An eagle named Robin. Bloody brilliant. Cage opened his mouth to comment but caught an elbow in the ribs from Nik, who gave a slight shake of his head.

Right. Don’t tease the eagle about her name.

Mirren seemed to have reached the same conclusion, since he bypassed any comment about ironic names. “Guess you’ll work out after all, Ashton. Gonna have to find a new place for you to crash, though. Since the colonel didn’t say you were a girl”—Cage saw Robin’s eyebrow take a dangerous spike at that, but Mirren was oblivious—“I’d planned to put you and Zorba in a room together.”

“That’s fine.” Robin ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair, and Cage tracked the movement. Such delicate fingers in hands that held such power. “We sleep together half the time anyway.”

Nik huffed under his breath, “I swear that woman has no filter.”

Interesting. “And where do you sleep the other half of the time, little bird?”

The words came out before Cage could stop them, which he instantly regretted. Talk about no filters; his were usually a mile high but they seemed to have suddenly vaporized.

He’d been off Robin Ashton’s radar during her preoccupation with Mirren. Now, however, she stepped away from Mirren and looked at him. Really looked. Cage felt naked, as if she could see way more than he’d ever intended to share. When had he developed such a big mouth?

“You asking me to sleep with you the rest of the time, vampire?”

 

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Meet Susannah…

Susannah Sandlin is a native of Winfield, Alabama, and has worked as a writer/editor in educational publishing in Alabama, Suzanne-Johnson-Susannah-SandlinIllinois, Texas, California, and Louisiana. She currently lives in Auburn, Alabama, with two rescue dogs named after professional wrestlers (it was a phase). She has a no-longer-secret passion for Cajun music, Canadian French pop music, and reality TV. She’s single and is on the hunt for a longhaul Ice Road Trucker who also hunts gators. * She writes the Penton Legacy paranormal romance series and Collectors romantic suspense series of Montlake Romance. * ABSOLUTION, book two in the Penton Legacy series, won the Holt Medallion for paranormal romance in 2013 and was a finalist for the 2013 Prism and Gayle Wilson awards. * Penton book three, OMEGA, was nominated by RT Book Reviews Magazine for the 2014 Reviewer’s Choice Award in paranormal romance, and is a finalist for the 2014 Booksellers Best Award. * STORM FORCE is a finalist for the 2014 Prism Award for dark paranormal romance. *Susannah is a member of Romance Writers of America and the following chapters: Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal, Southern Magic, Georgia Romance Writers, and Kiss of Death. She also is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and Novelists Inc. * As Suzanne Johnson, she writes the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series for Tor Books.

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