What’d ya think I was gonna say? Huh.
Today we’re talking with Urban Fantasy author, Libby Doyle about her new series releases.
Jolie: How do you classify your books?
Libby: They are urban fantasy. They are set partly in Philadelphia and partly in an alien world, which is why I’ve labeled them this way, but honestly, my books are hard to categorize.
As Kirkus Reviews puts it: “The author’s amalgamation of genres is impressive, mixing romance, erotica, and supernatural elements with an ongoing FBI investigation.”
The books have heavy elements of science fiction. One of my main characters can manipulate the environment because he sees the world through the lens of quantum physics. He manipulates the molecular structure of everything: the air, the soil, light, the fabric of existence. His name is Pellus and he is badass.
The books also have a touch of mythology that some might label paranormal. My aliens, the Covalent, often visited Earth when human society was primitive. They are the origin of many of our myths or beliefs. In the world of my fiction, humans gave the Covalent many names. Angel, jinn, avatar, bodhisattva, the gods.
The Covalent, by the way, take their name from covalent bonds, in which one or more pairs of electrons are shared by two atoms to create a stable balance of attractive and repulsive forces. This is what the Covalent do. They use their great power to keep the elemental forces of Creation and Destruction in balance. Otherwise, these forces would meet and transform into each other, and everything would be destroyed. And I do mean everything. Our world, their world, the cosmos. All that exists would be made new again, but individuals would be killed. So the Covalent are preserving themselves by bonding the elemental forces, but they’re maintaining the human world as well
Jolie: It sounds like you mix genres a lot. What drives you to mix things like scifi and paranormal genres?
Libby: I’ve always had eclectic tastes. In books, in movies, in music. I think years of ingesting all these different genres — as well as my wacky choices in life — gelled in my head to produce something that defies categorization. I suppose the answer would be that my imagination drives me to mix these things.
Jolie: Tell us a little about your writing process.
Libby: I’m amazed by people who can write 100,000 words in a month. I write slowly. Sometimes I’ll stare at the screen for twenty minutes trying to think of the right word or gesture. Sure, sometime I insert a placeholder and move on, but the passage will haunt me. I won’t be able to get it out of my mind until I fix it.
Often, I come up with better ideas during editing, but my process is painstaking. I should try to get faster. I don’t want to keep my readers waiting too long!
On the big dramatic scenes, I have a ball. Fight scenes or love scenes are so much fun to write that I get a creative high. Other scenes are work, quite frankly, like any other work. I was a journalist for many years and the connective tissue of the story can feel like that to me. These scenes must be well-structured and clear, to carry the reader along until the next moment of drama.
Jolie: Who do you read? Who would you call an influence on your writing?
Libby: I read all kinds of writers. Right now I’m reading two books. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doer, a story about WWII that won the Pultizer Prize, as well as an advance copy of Dangerous Ground, a romantic suspense novel by M.R. Rutter.
In high school I was a science fiction and fantasy fanatic. As for television and movies, I still am. I adore Joss Whedon (of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame) and cite him as a major influence. I also think Sherrilyn Kenyon and Lindsay Buroker are great, fun writers.
Jolie: If you could describe the books in one word, what would it be?
The Passion Season: Book I of the Covalent Series©
WARNING: This book contains foul language, violence, explicit sex, and descriptions of sexual violence. Adults only! Please be aware that the story continues in The Pain Season.
A gruesome crime brings them together. Will his secrets rip
He is Barakiel. Warrior. Exile. Hopeless romantic. Barakiel is Covalent, a race of ancient beings who use their great power to keep the elemental forces of Creation and Destruction in Balance. The Covalent Council exiled Barakiel to the Earthly Realm as the price of the treachery of his father, Lucifer, who wages perpetual war against it. Lucifer also relentlessly pursues his son. The Council thinks Lucifer views his son’s power as a threat, but Barakiel knows his father seeks to destroy even the memory of love.
She is Alexandra O’Gara. FBI Agent. Army veteran. Recovering drunk. Zan’s troubled past left her with little interest in men, but she had never encountered anyone like the stunning Rainer Barakiel. Zan believes Barakiel is a wealthy businessman with expertise in edged weapons who can help her with a case. From the moment she meets him she wants him more than she’s ever wanted anything, but her intense attraction frightens her as much as it thrills her.
This is their love story. As Zan’s deepening feelings for Barakiel lead her to confront her emotional damage, he struggles to meet the demands of his home world so he will be free to love her, and to reveal his true nature.Through the crime that first brought Zan to his door, Barakiel learns his presence in the Earthly Realm has placed some of its most vulnerable citizens in danger. Compelled to protect them, he undertakes a series of duties he may not survive, even as Zan rescues him from a deadened heart.
The Pain Season: Book II of the Covalent Series©
WARNING: This book contains foul language, violence, and explicit sex. Adults only! Although not a cliffhanger, this is not a stand-alone novel. The story will continue in The Vengeance Season.
On the autumnal equinox, Zan O’Gara’s life will change.
Tonight’s the night. Rainer Barakiel is going to tell me all his secrets. I thought I’d be excited, but I feel like someone shoved a knife into my gut.
Heh. Fitting, considering I met Rainer because of his expertise in edged weapons. The daggers used in that ritual sacrifice became our best lead, thanks to him. What kind of omen is it, that I met the love of my life because someone found a human spleen in the bushes?
I didn’t expect someone like him. When he opened his door I couldn’t talk, I was so stunned. God, how I flirted with him. Hell of a way for an FBI agent to act. This whole relationship is a hell of a way for an FBI agent to act. I didn’t want to face that he was hiding things from me.
What if he has something to do with this murder?
I’m being paranoid. He’s denied being a criminal and I believe him. I don’t see how my instincts could be so wrong. He can’t be bad. He can’t.
He’s hiding things from me, but he loves me. I feel it. Maybe he didn’t expect to fall in love with me, but he did, and now he wants out. He’s going to confess, leave it all behind. For me.
I wonder, after he tells me all his secrets, will this become a wacky story we love to tell? Or a story I tell only to myself, alone in a stale-smelling apartment, stewing in pain? The story of how my heart got damaged beyond repair.