Thursday, September 3, 2015

Author Thursday: Interview with Rachel Leigh Smith


1. What flavor is your writing?

This is a tough one. It’s hopeful, but at the same time the happy endings are not easily reached or held on to. It takes three books for A’yen and Fae to get their happily ever after. I do have a tendency to get dark, but it’s never so dark that you lose all light. Ultimately, everything I write is about the power of sacrificial love and redemption.

It’s also hero-centric. He’s always the main character. If you’re searching for a romance all about him, check me out!

2. If this book was made into a movie, who would you cast to play the characters?

A’yen would be Tom Weston-Jones. I met the actor in Copper on BBC America the same summer I was writing this book, and as soon as detective Kevin Corcoran opened his mouth I knew he was A’yen. Fae would be Zooey Deschanel, not in the way she acts but in the way she looks.

The other major character in the novel is a man named Na’var, and he’d be played be Eion Bailey, aka August Booth in Once Upon A Time.

3. What is your favorite scene in My Name Is A’yen?

There are so many! But I’m partial to the scene where A’yen teaches Fae how to swim. She grew up on a desert planet, and he grew up on a planet known for its lakes and oceans. I also love their first kiss, which you can read part of at the end of the interview.

4. What are you reading now or what books do you have in your TBR pile?

Atlantis Rising by Alyssa Day is on the go right now, and I have a historical romance called Valley of the Shadow up next.

5. What are you working on now?

I’m neck-deep in edits for A’yen’s Legacy #4, Freedom’s Embrace. It’ll be out in October, and is a good entry point to the series. The first three are best read in order, but they’re not necessary to enjoy #4.


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Book Blurb

They've taken everything from him. Except his name.

The Loks Mé have been slaves for so long, freedom is a distant myth A'yen Mesu no longer believes. A year in holding, because of his master's murder, has sucked the life from him. Archaeologist Farran Hart buys him to protect her on an expedition to the Rim, the last unexplored quadrant of the galaxy.

Farran believes the Loks Mé once lived on the Rim and is determined to prove it. And win A'yen's trust. But she's a breeder's daughter and can't be trusted.

Hidden rooms, information caches, and messages from a long-dead king change A'yen's mind about her importance. When she's threatened, he offers himself in exchange, and lands on the Breeders Association's radar. The truth must be told. Even if it costs him his heart.

My Name is A'yen is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Google Play, iBooks, ARe, and Oyster.


How had he survived fifteen months without feeling like this? Life coursed through him again, breaking open the places he’d sealed off, flooding his soul with sunshine. Her taste was altogether different from Master’s, but oh so addictive. Complex and sweet. It’d take years to identify all the components. Years he wanted to claim for him alone. No one else could touch her now.

The feel of her body pressed against him pulled him deeper and deeper. So soft and curvy. So much to explore. He released her mouth, followed her jaw to her ear, then down her neck. A soft moan feathered the side of his face.

One hand still on the back of her neck, he pressed his forehead to hers. Their breathing, quick and heavy, meshed in a duet. No doubt now. She owned him. Completely. Totally. And he didn’t want it any other way.


Her words started a chuckle deep in his chest. “This is only the beginning, Fae.”

She pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his cheek. “You can rock my world any time you want.”

“Noted.” He forced his arms to release her. For the space of the kiss Reston’s abuse had disappeared from his memory. Without her touch it came crashing back. But now he had another memory to pull up when the pain drove him to tears. Pain she couldn’t know about. Now more than ever. Something this precious, this wonderful, deserved every level of protection he could dream up.

The whispers came back. Whispered screams. Such an odd thing to hear. And so many of them. “I don’t want to know what I’m hearing.”

Fae gripped his hand. “I don’t either. But we have to find out.” Still holding his hand, she stood. He stared at her, at her hand holding his, offering him a lifeline he desperately needed.

A quick kiss to her fingers and he joined her. “You’re the expert. How do we do this?”

“We’re going to start on that side of the stairs.” She indicated the right with her light. “And follow the wall. Can you keep track of how big around it is?”

“Yup.” He didn’t let go of her hand. Didn’t want to. Holding her like this completed a part of him he hadn’t known existed.

“How do you do it?”

“I just do.” He released her fingers long enough to pick his flashlight up and put himself between her and any possible danger. A silly thing, considering they were the first people to enter this room in two thousand years. Silly or not, he was here to protect her. Even from his own demons.

About the Author

Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn't often, she's hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her besties. There may also be Netflix binging...

1 comment:

Rachel Leigh Smith said...

Thanks so much for having me, Robyn.