Are
you a mom?
Not yet, but I’m planning to be quite soon! My
partner and I are trying for a baby at the moment, and it’s incredible how
excited I am about it. I think, even writing aside, there’s no greater moment
in life than when you get to hold a little mini-me in your arms and guide them
through the world. And maybe get them into reading as early as possible, hehe. J
Have
you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own
life?
Almost everyone in my books has something about them
that I’ve based on someone I know or have known. I don’t think it’s possible to
not base a book’s story or characters on actual knowledge of people you know or
something that has happened to you. The writing always has a much more vivid
colour to it when it’s taken from actual events.
Is
there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect
to?
I never really thought I had one until other people
pointed it out and let me know after reading. I’ve found a couple of common
messages and themes in my books – the first one is almost always a kind of
‘warning’, whether it’s about how humanity is treated, how nature is treated,
or a bit of both. The second message is always one of hope. That no matter how
rough things look, the outcome can always be bright when it’s fought for. I
think I pull on my own life experience for both of these themes, and I hope it
comes across in all my books.
When
you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?
Lots! I love sports, and still play netball, years
after school, haha. I enjoy most sports (which is good, because I’m in a
sports-mad household!), and I love walking near to where I live in North
Yorkshire. It’s the most beautiful countryside, and just snapping a few pictures
or looking around castles or manor houses is something I do quite a lot. I also
have a passion for films, old and new, silent or otherwise, and I’ve seen
probably too many! I’m a bit of a geek too, so I love video games sometimes,
and game modding (creating new parts for a game using scripts and so on).
Is
there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?
This is kind of a yes-and-no answer. Until recently,
I really wanted to have a go at a post-apocolyptic, dystopian genre, as the
genre fascinates me. It can have real undertones of modern life and fears
(which I guess also makes it somewhat gothic), and people’s natures can be picked
out almost to a caricature with the worst or best elements, which I love doing.
But I have had an idea in the last couple of weeks or so that I’m starting work
on, so that untackled genre may soon be under my belt too.
What
is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in
progress?
Too many to count! At the moment, I’m working on the
next book in my ‘Grim Alliance’ series, which follows several Reapers who
collect souls, currently in a battle between good and evil – we all know how
that goes. I’m also working on a historical novel about the life of
Cartimandua, who was queen of a tribe called the Brigantes in Iron Age Britain.
And finally, I’m working on that post-apocolyptic novel, but there’s no title
for that yet!
Conner
The Athol Trilogy
Book 1
Miranda Stork
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Isara Press
Date of Publication: April 19th, 2012
ISBN: 978-1482795585
ASIN: B007VZO792
Number of pages: 297
Word Count: 80,924
Cover Artist: Miranda Stork
Book Description:
Erin is a young psychologist, with no time for anything but her work, and unable to remember anything about her past. She leads an uneventful life, but a lonely one, in which she secretly wishes for a soulmate...
Conner is an unusual patient who approaches her, thrusting her into a strange world of darkness that runs beneath our own. He believes himself to be a creature of legend-a werewolf. But he also draws Erin with a roguish charm, and an irresistible feeling that seems to bind them together...
Conner desperately tries to save her from an unknown evil that pursues her with a relentless passion that crosses centuries, an evil that once took her very soul away, somewhere in Erin's lost memories.
As she becomes more entwined in a series of events that will remind her of who she really is, will she make it away from the oncoming darkness unscathed...?
Excerpt:
Erin tossed and turned. Her bed sheets were tussled
up, one pillow lying on the floor as she shifted her limbs in anguish. She was
not sleeping well tonight.
...Something
raced towards her, crashing through the branches and leaves. She was sobbing
and running as fast as she could, but she was cold and wet, and her feet were
cut and bleeding. Her clothes hung off her, soaked until they became dead
weights.
A small clearing
lit with brilliant sunshine danced in front of her, teasing her with the sight.
She ran towards it, trying to scream for help, but her mouth was full of cotton
wool, and no sound came out.
Behind her, the
breathing and snarling became louder and louder until it filled and echoed in
her ears. Frantic, she looked around for somewhere to hide, but all she could
see were trees—no, wait! There was a small hut!
Crying with
happiness, Erin sprinted towards it, but she was knocked flying by something
large and dark.
She turned to
stare, and backed away in panic. An eight-foot black creature with burning
amber eyes glared at her.
“You must never
go inside! NEVER!”
Erin shot bolt upright, cold sweat dripping from her
forehead and running into her eyes. She took a deep breath shakily, and snapped
her bedside light on, the reassuring light flooding her bedroom.
“Oh, Erin,” she murmured to herself, wiping the
sweat from her brow with a shaking hand. Glancing around her warm, safe
bedroom, she relaxed and breathed in deeply. She felt stupid for taking in
Conner’s stories so much. She glanced over at the clock and groaned at the
early hour.
Still trembling, she slid out of bed and reached for
her pink silk dressing gown. She pulled it on with a wide yawn, shaking her
head to wake herself up before making her way downstairs. Her wool carpet felt rough and very real
beneath her bare feet, the perfect antidote to help bring her back into the
real world. Traipsing through the silent house, she pattered through into her
kitchen.
Snapping the fluorescent above on, Erin waited as
its humming light came to life, allowing her to see the small kitchen, blinking
at the brightness. Its tiled floors and white walls stung her sleep-deprived
eyes for a moment, but Erin shuffled across the tiles to open one of her maple
cupboard doors, feeling her way around the kitchen table in the centre. The
door squeaked in protest on its hinges as she reached inside to take out a
glass. Her eyelids heavy, she paced over to her kitchen sink, and ran water
into the glass. The cool water filled up with a gurgle that only made her thirstier.
A quick movement in the shadows outside of her
kitchen window caught her eye, and she darted her head up for a look, scanning
the blackness of her small garden. Her heart thudded into life, hammering
against her ribs in a warning staccato. Squinting harder, she leaned against
the glass, her breath steaming the reflective surface up. Nothing moved, not
even a wind danced across the stalks of grass outside.
“It must have been a cat or something,” Erin
muttered to herself. She turned away from the window, scooping up her glass
once more to take a sip, when she thought she heard a thump from outside again.
It was quiet, so quiet she wondered if it had simply been the pipes all along.
Her skin prickled as she listened intently, so intently that the next thump
against her kitchen wall brought a sharp gasp from her.
“Alright, what the hell is that?” Erin said aloud,
more bravely than she felt. She slammed her glass down on her kitchen table,
the clanging noise serving only to heighten the tension. Stories about women
who lived alone and ended up as a victim raced through her brain. Shaking those
thoughts from her head, she slowly made her way towards the back door. Her head
ached with the pressure of her pulse against her temples as she took a deep
breath and unlocked her back door, flinging it wide open. As she gazed out, her
eyes adjusting to the meagre light from behind, her throat dried with panic.
She didn’t expect to see anything. Maybe teenagers messing around. But not this.
Standing less than six feet away from her door was a
large, black wolf-like creature. It stood on four paws, but two glaring eyes
focussed on Erin, very human and aware. It rose up slowly onto its back feet as
it continued to stare at Erin, daring her to defy it standing there and dismiss
it as shadows.
Erin froze for a second, the blood draining from her
body in an icy rush. The wind blew between her and the creature chillingly,
echoing the dream-like state she felt. Her tongue was dry and swollen—even if
she had tried to call for help, her throat would never have formed the words.
The creature moved a fraction forwards, and her sense of self-preservation
snapped back into life as she moved, swiftly slamming the door shut. She
fumbled hurriedly with her lock, and stepped backwards towards the hallway,
switching the fluorescent off by accident as her hand slid along the wall. She
tripped over a chair leg, unable to see in the dark, and cried out as she hit
the hard floor.
Shaking and winded, she crawled backwards to the
hallway, hitting the far kitchen wall instead. Sobbing noiselessly, she reached
up onto the top next to her. She moved her fingers gingerly until she touched
one of her kitchen knives, left on the top from when she had made her dinner. There is no way on Earth this is real. I’m
still in my nightmare. I’m still in my nightmare. I’m going to wake up in a
moment. Clutching the knife to her chest, she swallowed back a cry,
glancing back towards the kitchen window. What
if there are more of them?
Outside, she heard the creature breathing heavily,
snarling and snuffling at her doorstep. Erin yanked her knees up until she was
in a foetal position, tirelessly glancing between the door and the uncovered
window. Hours passed, until eventually
she heard the creature padding off, her head swimming with fatigue. Erin stayed
up for what felt like hours, listening for the creature coming back, eventually
falling into an uneasy sleep.
About the Author:
I'm Miranda Stork, and I'm addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that's another issue - no interventions, please.
I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven't got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I've wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked.
Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, "Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE." So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there's some nasty paranormal creatures where we're going), eat the cookie with 'eat me' tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork...
Blog: http://mirandastork.com
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/authormirandastork
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Mirandastork
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/writerofshadows/
Reviewers Love Conner
"5 stars! One of the best
novels I have read all year!"
--Nicole Hill, Author of Legacy Forgotten, 5
Stars
"You are hooked whether you
like it or not! A great read."
--Maxi Shelton, Author of Sold Into
Marriage, 5 Stars
"'Conner' took me on a wild,
fantastic and exciting ride!"
--Trish Marie Dawson, Author of 'The
Station' Series, 5 Stars
"Conner is a must read for
all werewolf fans. It has a fresh spin on wolves,
and I thought it was
great."
--Fictional Candy, 4 Stars
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