Thursday, October 22, 2015

5 Past Midnight: Interview with Anne Hope


1. What flavor is your writing?

Cinnamon and spice. Some scenes are sweet, while others have bite!

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

If Soul Bound were made into a movie, I’d cast Jensen Ackles as Jace Cutler. Dean from Supernatural and Jace have a lot in common. They’re both tough in a vulnerable sort of way, two loners who walk a fine line between good and evil. But don’t be fooled. Beneath that rough, bad-boy exterior beats the heart of a hero. As for Lia, I’d cast Julianne Hough. She’s got the blond hair and blue eyes, and I can easily picture her playing the introverted Lia.

3. What is your favorite scene in Soul Bound?

My favorite scene in Soul Bound is when Jace shows up at Lia’s house, injured, and ends up falling asleep in her arms. That’s the first time these two really connect on an emotional level, so it’s a pivotal moment in the book. Jace is used to being on his own. His mother abandoned him when he was a baby and his father couldn’t stand the sight of him. He learned at a very young age to shield himself from rejection by keeping people at arm’s length. The fact that he trusts Lia to take care of him when he’s at his most vulnerable is both significant and touching.

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

Five Past Midnight! I have four fabulous books to read from four fabulous authors: Veiled Target by Robin Bielman, Blood, Smoke and Mirrors from Robyn Bachar, Slayer’s Kiss by Cassi Carver and Phoenix Rising by Corrina Lawson.

5. What are you working on now?

Soul Reaping, the fourth and final installment in my Dark Souls series. This book features the Watcher’s enigmatic leader, Cal. He’s my most complicated hero yet, with many interesting facets to his personality. He can be extremely compassionate one moment and utterly ruthless the next. For six millennia, Cal has been driven by a single goal: to wipe out the Nephilim. But to save mankind and redeem himself, he may have to sacrifice everyone he loves, including the woman who once proved to be his downfall.


Twitter: @AnneHopeAuthor

Book Blurb

Soul Bound (Dark Souls, Book One)

The one man she wants is the one man destined to destroy her.

Sooner or later we all end up dead. Jace Cutler doesn’t have the luxury of staying that way. After receiving a fatal stab wound, he awakens in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon, with no memory and a big hole where his soul used to be. Worst of all is the glow. Everyone is surrounded by a strange white aura he hungers to possess, none more compelling than the one enveloping Dr. Lia Benson.

Lia has always been ruled by reason, refusing to put stock in such nebulous things as destiny. Until Jace dies in her arms, then miraculously comes back to life. Whenever he’s near, her soul responds and her body burns. And she’s consumed by odd dreams she’s convinced are Jace’s lost memories.

When Lia is kidnapped, Jace tracks her and discovers a shocking explanation for who—and what—he is. Something no longer human, a dark legacy that until now has lain dormant within him. Something that could destroy the one woman he’d sacrifice everything to protect.

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He retrieved the driver’s license, which belonged to Jace Cutler. So now he had a first name to go with the second. Unfortunately, it still didn’t trigger a memory. The man in the photograph was a complete stranger. He quickly scanned the description provided: six-foot-two, dark brown hair, green eyes. The height felt about right. The guy in the snapshot had a cleft on his chin. He ran his thumb across his jaw and traced the slight indentation.

Suddenly curious, he headed to the mirror hanging over the pedestal sink. The man gazing back at him was no more familiar than this place, this room, the nurse he’d apparently scared half to death. He wasn’t very old, early thirties he guessed. He slanted a glance at the ID again, quickly did the math. Yup, thirty-two.

Peeling off his hospital gown, he stood in front of the tiny mirror, as naked as the day he was born, studying himself. From the looks of it, he worked out regularly. His legs were long and lean, his stomach flat and ripped. But that wasn’t what shocked him. What blew his mind was that he didn’t have a scratch on him, not even an old scar to show he’d lived some kind of life. How did a person exist for thirty-two years and maintain skin as untarnished as a baby’s?

Another presence slowly invaded the room, one that made everything inside him come alive and the darkness retreat. For a moment, he felt almost human again. Almost.

Jace turned around, not caring that he didn’t have a stitch of clothing on him. The woman entering his room froze at the sight of him.

He squinted. Glancing at her made his eyes hurt. She was so damn bright, he needed a frigging pair of sunglasses just to look at her. The nurse who’d examined him earlier paled in comparison, and not because this woman was any kind of beauty. She was plain at best, with blond hair pinned in a ponytail and not a drop of makeup on. Still, something inside him recognized her.

She checked him out briefly before averting her gaze. “Looks like you’re feeling better.”

He couldn’t find his voice to answer. Waves of emotion washed over him, constricting his windpipe. He’d felt nothing since he’d awakened in this stifling hospital room, and all of a sudden he couldn’t get his feelings under control long enough to offer some kind of greeting. Her glow enfolded him, and the hunger returned with sharpened fangs.

“Katie, the nurse who was just in here, told me you were awake, but I had to see for myself.”

She took a step toward him, then another.

Please, don’t come any closer. I can’t stand it.

“Who—” The word scraped his throat. “Who are you?”

Her gaze latched on to his face. Confusion and a touch of fascination glimmered in her clear blue eyes. Right there and then, he could’ve sworn he glimpsed her soul, and it was a beautiful thing to behold, potent and familiar.

She shook her head, swallowed hard. “The person who watched you die last night.”

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