Feed Your Reader: A Sexy Battle of Wills in a Dystopian Landscape

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Choosing a side has never been so dangerous…

The world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remains of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.

An assassin by trade, a loner by nature, Mercy is sent to infiltrate the Cartels and unmask the identity of their new silent partner. Instead, she discovers a darker plan threatening to crumble the entire Southwest and ends up with a hefty bounty on her head. Still, she’s determined to stop the impending attack at any cost, even if it means partnering up with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures.

After enduring a brutal, blood-soaked lesson on the savagery of civilisation’s scavengers, Havoc is well acquainted with the consequences of battling predators. But as a member of the nomadic band of arbitrators known as Fate’s Vultures, he’s determined to cement the necessary alliances to oust the biggest threat looming on the horizon. When an enigmatic woman crosses his path, her secrets and troubling loyalty light the fuse on an unexpected craving and his insatiable curiosity.

In order to trap a common foe and derail an impending threat, Havoc and Mercy must turn the tables to hunt a predator. Can an assassin and a mercenary find their balance on the thin line of loyalty, or will it snap under the weight of their wary hearts?

“I am a major fan of a good post apocalypse story and this definitely hit all the right spots…” Giselle, NetGalley

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The End of The World As We Know It

by Jami Gray

It’s the End of the World As We Know It, Will You Be Fine?

I’m humming along with REM in my head as I type, which is rather apropos considering the topic. In case you didn’t catch it, my writing superpower is creating vast worlds filled with magic, unexplained abilities and in the case of LYING IN RUINS and my soon-to-be-released BEG FOR MERCY, unexpected futures. The landscape I crafted for this series was created by my endless fascination with how the world would look and how its inhabitants would react when everything unravelled.

Now, I’ve had a couple of readers wince when they hear that my setting described as “post-apocalyptic” because, as they’ve said, “If it’s after the apocalypse, there’s nothing left, so where’s the story?” This gives me a window (slight though it may be) to explain that it’s not so much the end of the world as it’s the rupturing of known society and structured civilisation. People still live and love, just in a tougher landscape. Think of it like a futuristic old west. Trust me, it’s the perfect recipe for a cast of breath-stealing adventurers.

Take this scene from BEG FOR MERCY—who thought sheep could cause such chaos!

A racket at the far end of the street yanked her attention around. Ed and Havoc half turned in their chairs, while Vex got to her feet. A cloud of dust rose in the air, drifting closer on a rush of noise, a crush of yells, hooves, baas, and bells.

“Ah dammit!” Ed took one last gulp of coffee and pushed to his feet, before untangling from the bench. “Looks like Ben’s flock is making a run for it again.”

Mercy rose, Havoc doing the same on the other side. Around her the other lunch customer began their exodus. Under her feet, the ground vibrated and the noise and dust tumbled closer. Covering her nose and mouth in a vain attempt to keep the incoming grit out, she turned to follow the others even as Ed shouted, “Get a move on, people!” He slapped Havoc’s shoulder and pointed to the side of the eatery. “Head that way, we’ll circle around back.”

The last of the patrons sprung up and bailed just as the leading edge of sheep bled into the tables, scattering them. Because their table was closer to the building’s far edge, the wooly bodies became a sea of bleating obstacles and choking dust, dividing the lunch crowd. Scrambling back, Mercy didn’t get far before a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. The dust got thicker and the noise became deafening, turning the pleasant lunch area into a haze filled pit of chaos.

Havoc’s grip didn’t relent, and she stumbled in his wake, hitting one hip on a table’s edge with bruising force. She found her feet but when she bumped into Havoc’s back for the second time, she yanked her wrist free, and transferred her hand to his waistband. At least that way she wouldn’t end up with a smashed nose every few seconds.

Only after a series of turns freed them from the dust and took the noise down to a background din, did they slow and eventually stop. Letting go of Havoc, Mercy took in their new surroundings. It looked like they were on the back side of the market area. She could see the cloud of dust hovering above the awnings and roofs, the confusion a dull buzz, but at least there were no sheep wandering about.

Ed took off his hat and slapped it against his thigh, knocking off dust. “Damn kid knows better than to bring those thick-witted cotton heads down through main street.”

Next to him Vex coughed and used the tail end of her shirt to wipe her face. “Never thought I’d have to worry about death by sheep.”

As a devotee of the “what-if” scenarios, I thought I’d share a fun quiz and see how you’d fare at the end of the world.

Go ahead, answer a few questions and see what your future holds!
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Just for giggles, I scored as:

A Deadzone Explorer

The old world is gone. There is a whole new set of continents transformed by cataclysmic events to discover. You will give birth to legends and be regarded as a pioneer by future generations.

If you feel like living dangerously and want to visit my unusual future, check out my Fate’s Vultures books:

LYING IN RUINS

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On a mission to retrieve a kidnapped child, a woman skilled in secrecy crosses paths with a nomadic vigilante bent on revenge. Despite their mutual distrust, the unlikely pair joins forces to hunt a common enemy. Together they must survive the predators picking through the desiccated remains of civilization. What will tear them apart first—their suspicions or their enemies?

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BEG FOR MERCY

(Available 9 January 2018)

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To trap a cunning and illusive predator, a protector forged in a blood soaked history must partner with the cynical heart of a betrayed assassin. Can the wary pair forge a bond of loyalty before suspicions and betrayals tear them apart?

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Friday Five: Jami Gray

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Favourite romance trope: Emotionally scarred H/H, with Alpha tendencies from a military background, with paranormal elements. (Yeah, picking one isn’t easy.)
Ideal hero (in three words): Protective, complex, unexpected
Ideal heroine (in three words): Courageous, Quick-witted, kick-ass
Latest book: Lying in Ruins

What began your romance writing career? Why do you write romance?

An avid reader, when I hit high school, in-between the fantasy and murder-mysteries from my school library, I started sneaking my mom’s romance novels out of the house. Then entering the big bad world as an adult, I stumbled through life and discovered my characters suddenly became harder to hurt (emotionally and physically) while their relationships became crucial to my stories. A therapist would have a field day with this, but my stories shifted to heroines who didn’t need a hero to ride to her rescue. Sometimes it was more satisfying if she rumbled up to his rescue on her Harley.

How do you write? What is your process like?

I started out a solid pantser (one who writes with little to no planning), something I soon learned would not work long term, mainly because I’m a series writer and it’s way too easy to lose a sub-plot or a subtle piece of a character before you realise it. After eleven books I have mastered the art of a basic outline. Granted it can’t be too detailed because then I get bored (not a good thing when you’re the one telling the story), but my outline has enough major points to ward off distractions and keep me (somewhat) on point. Characters tend to come to me first, bringing their worlds along for the ride, then comes the fun part—creating conflicts of all shapes and sizes.

What was your hardest scene to write? Which kind of scenes do you find difficult to write? Which scenes do you enjoy writing the most?

Some of the more emotional scenes are difficult, only because to do justice to why a character reacts the way they do, without providing an easy emotional out, is tricky business. Anger’s a great emotion, but can be overused. Fear, even in the strongest person, can be the most corrosive. Love can cut both ways on the good/evil spectrum. But emotions are the core of who we are, and why we choose to act the way we do to any given situation. Writing such scenes aren’t just painful for my characters, they’re painful to write, but when done right they’re also the most rewarding.

 

What do you do when you’re stuck with a scene?

One of the most frustrating parts about story creation is hitting those plot pits, you know the kind that will drop your story into an endless chasm, never to come back? Yeah, those. The fun part about being a writer, nothing is ever final until it’s published, which means much like the awesome Dr. Who, I get to play with timelines, or in this case, story lines. Since the scene is stuck in my head, I’ll leave it for a day or so while I mentally rewrite it ad nauseam, changing little things with each rendition until something finally wrenches those clawing talons from my ankles.

 

As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal? Do you have one already? 

As much as I’d like to say I’m bi-symbolic because I could swing either toward wolves or leopards, going to have to admit I tend to lean more towards the canine. As a proud rescue mama of my Fur Minxes, Lola and Angel, it’s easy to guess I’m a huge dog person, and yes, I’ll admit, being highly allergic to the feline population doesn’t help. However, leopards are stealthy, cunning, majestic felines that rule their worlds with a cynical eye, but wolves have this fabulous duality of both pack animals and lone predators built on a basis of loyalty and fierce determination. An introvert by nature, something about the ability to move between social and solo appeals to me.

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What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever had to research for a book?

When a two-hour span of my search history chronicles: How to set up a marijuana grow house, US Dept. of Defense’s list of current projects, most lethal FOB (Forward Operations Bases) of the US military, and how to set a Trojan virus, I’m pretty sure Homeland Security has me on a list somewhere. It was for my PSY-IV Teams series (a group of ex-military psychics) and I was impressed no men in dark suits came knocking on my door.

Where is your favourite place to write? 

I tend to write at my desk normally, but my favourite place to write is with my writing group during our retreats. As desert dwellers, we tend to head north where green things grow and the temperature tends to rest beneath broiling. We try to carve out a long weekend once or twice a year to get together. We stockpile coffee, food, and power cords and then disappear into our worlds for long, blissful uninterrupted hours. Occasionally one of us will surface, mutter a question about some fantastical element and its probable outcome, but the sounds of Mother Nature are interspersed with the click of fingers breezing over keyboards, broken by the slurp of caffeine intake. This picture was from one such jaunt, a lovely multi-room cabin where cell signals were only achieved by driving up the road, holding the phone at a 90 degree angle three feet from your body. It was lovely!

 

 

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Besides writing, what is something else that you’re really good at?

Organisation. While I ride the line between plotter and pantser (writing without a plan), in every other aspect of my life, I must plan and things must be in their place. Trips have an itinerary, I have a list of tasks to accomplish for almost everything, and I can’t sit down to write unless everything’s done. In fact, I share an office with my husband (see photos). Can you tell who owns which desk?


31476 (3)In a world gone to hell, it’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad…

The world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remained of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.

Charity uses lethal survival skills learned too early in her work as a ‘Hound, sniffing out pivotal secrets for one of the most powerful people on the west coast. Her work is deceptive, deadly, and best performed solo, which means when she has a run-in with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures, she has no intention of joining forces in some mockery of teamwork. The man might be sexy as hell, but she travels alone. She will accomplish her mission and she will settle a score – hopefully with the edge of her blade. But fate has other plans.

As one of Fate’s Vultures, a nomadic band of arbitrators known for their ruthless verdicts, Ruin witnesses the carnage of corruption and greed battering the remnants of humanity, and he bears the scars to prove it. Now he has a damn ‘Hound showing up in suspicious circumstances, leaving every cell of his body sceptical – and painfully aroused. The woman is trouble, and Ruin has every intention of steering clear. But when they realise they have a common enemy, Charity and Ruin will have to set aside their distrust if they want to achieve their mutual goal – justice and revenge.

Sometimes, when the world’s gone to hell, it’s better to stick with the devil you know…

Lying in Ruins is available now

Jami Gray Uncovered

Tell us a little about Lying in Ruins, how did it come into being? What was your Eureka! moment?

Since I wanted my story to take place after the collapse of civilised society, Lying in Ruins came into focus in a roundabout way. I’ve always been fascinated with how human society would change and what the end results would be. So, I basically started with a touch of end time prophesies, added the spicy kick from a couple of papers on what would splinter modern society and how it would reform, then, for an additional flavour, threw in a group of mercenary type judges and one stubborn, nosy spy and hit blend. That being said, I don’t know I’d call it an “Eureka moment”, more like stumbling into a dark room, trying to find the light switch only to bounce off objects until I ran into an unforgiving wall of inspiration where the switch lived. Eventually I managed to get the lights on.

Can you give us a little tease of the relationship between Charity and Ruin?

Because you asked so nicely, I’ll give you one of the first moments the two share when not dealing with life’s more violent aspects:

The shadows brushing along the straight blade of his nose left half of his face in murky darkness. The unusual amber colouring of his eyes as he watched her watch him captured her. Unable to break their startling intense connection, her pulse thickened as lust wound its way through her exhausted body. ‘You’re dangerous.’ The unchecked truth slipped out without warning.

Very.’ The low rumble of his voice merged with the quiet night. ‘But so are you.’

For some reason, his observation made her happy. ‘Yes, I am. Does that worry you?’

His slow, sexy smile wormed its way below her lazy lust. ‘Nah.’ He reached out and traced the side of her face with his finger, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn’t fight the chills racing over her skin at the strangely intimate touch. He leant over, closing in. His shoulders blocked out the light, leaving them stranded in shadows and unspoken expectations. ‘I’ve always enjoyed a little danger.

This exchange, simple though it is, catches the essence of their relationship, the lure of dangerous attraction coupled with the harrowing edge of not knowing how far you can trust the other. These two are deadly forces in their own right, but there’s a fascination that happens when they meet their match.

What draws you to Charity’s qualities as a heroine?

Charity manages to maintain her sense of humour despite the nightmares she’s survived. In her position as the master spy to one of the major power players, cynicism is her middle name and she’s all too aware everyone has secrets that can be exploited, even her. Still she manages to hold on to the things that are important to her—loyalty to those she considers hers and a core of honour she crafted that fits her life. She doesn’t apologize for who she is and she doesn’t sugar coat what she does. She isn’t looking for a partner, but when one comes along and manages to sneak inside her independent heart, she’ll stand at his side, head unbowed and spine strong.

And Ruin’s as a hero?

Ruin reminds me of a Transformer—there’s much more to him than meets the eye. He uses his sarcastic humour and lazy demeanour to mask the scars life has left on him. Since trust doesn’t come easy to him and is reserved only for a special few, his worldview tends to be smeared with watchful suspicion. He’s emotionally guarded, for good reason, so when Charity hits the scene, he has a difficult time reconciling his physical attraction for her with his emotional desire to let her in. He kind of reminds me of cross between Deadpool and Gambit from X-Men (and yes, I’m a huge geek) because he can pull off the lethal soldier with charming flirt.

What came first, the plot, setting, or characters? Did you have any difficulties writing any of them?

As a character driven writer, normally my characters tend to come first, but this time, the setting hit the stage first. Not only did it steal the spotlight, but it forced the characters to take their positions. The hardest part wasn’t the characters or the setting, but trying to recognise that if certain things, say manufacturing, weren’t readily accessible, what is that impact on everyday things. For example, if ammunition is no longer mass produced, you would reuse your spent shells. Or with medicine, what natural remedies would you turn to when pharma companies would be relegated to higher density populations, leaving outlying communities to fare on their own. Those were the story points that tended to slow my writing pace.

What draws you to the post-apocalyptic setting? Is it a genre you enjoy reading in?

My first series was an urban fantasy, where magic co-existed with the modern world, and a post-apocalyptic setting is like taking that another step further. It’s a setting where society considers rules as suggestions because every individual’s goal is survival. The setting brings its own conflict into the story—how far will people go to stay alive. I do enjoy reading post-apocalyptic stories because I find it fascinating what characters are willing to do to keep breathing. One of my all time favourite reads is Stephen King’s The Stand. It scared they ever-lovin’ bejesus out of me, but it also made my “what-if” addiction kick in with a vengeance.

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What began your romance writing career?

An avid reader, when I hit high school, in-between the fantasy and murder-mysteries from my school library, I started sneaking my mom’s romance novels out of the house. Then entering the big bad world as an adult, I stumbled through life and discovered my characters suddenly became harder to hurt (emotionally and physically) while their relationships became crucial to my stories. A therapist would have a field day with this, but my stories shifted to heroines who didn’t need a hero to ride to her rescue. Sometimes it was more satisfying if she rumbled up to his rescue on her Harley.

What are your favourite books and authors to read? Romance or otherwise?

Off the top of my head and just for today, let’s go with Christine Feehan, Ilona Andrews, and Kristen Ashley.

Now Christine does Paranormal Romance like no one’s business and she’s been doing it for a while (I think her first Dark novel was published in 1999). Her Dark series is the typical alpha male hero and her heroines got stronger and stronger with each book, until some of her latest Dark titles the heroines could kick the heroes’ butts. This was the first series I found her with, but when she did her Ghostwalker series, she had me for life. Even her Leopards and Sisters of the Heart (plus the spin-offs) kept me nabbing her books as soon as they hit the shelves. There’s something about the worlds she creates that sucks you in and won’t let you go.

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Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels Urban Fantasy series is one I read and re-read time and time again. She does a fabulous job of giving us a dangerous, flawed heroine who isn’t looking for a man, hell she doesn’t even want a partner, but our hero really doesn’t give a damn since he has a stake in whatever is currently happening. Together, this reluctant couple dominants a unique world that so close to our own, you could almost believe it’s ours. Again, Ilona, like Christine, does a mind-blowing job on world building and character creation.

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When anyone asks for a recommendation for a good contemporary romance writer, I give them Kristen. She ties her Rock Chick series, into four other series, and the main tie are her characters. Each one is so well developed, you swear if you went to Colorado and found Fortum’s Bookstore, you know you’d meet Tex or any one of her characters there. They are that real. She creates characters you want to be and who you’d be thrilled to call friends. They aren’t perfect (far from it), but they deal with the same basic issues we face (doubt, fear, love, friendship, family drama) except they have to dodge bombs, learn to pole dance, and handle Taser’s like some modern day Jesse James. That kind of character development is just inspiring.

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Where do you like to write? How do you write?

I used to escape to the coffee shop, but then I found I tended to get sucked into people watching and my writing wandered off. Now, I stay at home at the banker desk I inherited from my dad-in-law, plop my headphones on so I can drown out the sounds of my hubby and sons doing their world domination stuff in the background, and type away.

To ensure I hit those pesky things called deadlines, I have a set schedule I follow. So when I get home from the job-that-pays-the-bills, find my way through the daily drama, I will disappear into my world for a couple of hours until I hit my word count. I’ve set my writing schedule so I can do five days out of seven, because I have learned that life likes to mess with your schedule whenever and wherever it can, and does so with random gleefulness.

When I first start out, I have the major points somewhat in place. Think of it like a map with highway signs—Exit 1-Our couple meets in nefarious circumstances, Exit 2-Hero or heroine does something that makes the other wonder WTH?, Exit 3-Crap hits the fan, and so forth. However, even with this rough map, the journey never stays on track. As long my characters hit the high points, I let them lead. I do tend to re-read what I wrote the previous session, fix where needed, then move forward. I’m not that good at keeping my internal editor quiet. It generally requires a couple rolls of duct tape and some serious threats of chocolate deprivation for her to shut up so I can write.

Can you give any advice to aspiring authors out there?

Write. Don’t talk about, don’t just imagine it, sit down and do it. Ignore the latest “trends”, or those that tell you it’s silly, just write the story that is burning a hole through your soul. That’s the one we’re going to want to read.

It’s the same advice I got when I first started so I figure it’s good enough to share.

What do you do when you’re not writing? Any quirky hobbies?

Read, yoga, and drink coffee, not necessarily in that order. Oh, I’m currently taking a German Long Sword class with my son. Yeah, I know, not sure when that particular skill will be necessary, but you never know.


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In a world gone to hell, it’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad…

The world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remained of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.

Charity uses lethal survival skills learned too early in her work as a ‘Hound, sniffing out pivotal secrets for one of the most powerful people on the west coast. Her work is deceptive, deadly, and best performed solo, which means when she has a run-in with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures, she has no intention of joining forces in some mockery of teamwork. The man might be sexy as hell, but she travels alone. She will accomplish her mission and she will settle a score – hopefully with the edge of her blade. But fate has other plans.

As one of Fate’s Vultures, a nomadic band of arbitrators known for their ruthless verdicts, Ruin witnesses the carnage of corruption and greed battering the remnants of humanity, and he bears the scars to prove it. Now he has a damn ‘Hound showing up in suspicious circumstances, leaving every cell of his body sceptical – and painfully aroused. The woman is trouble, and Ruin has every intention of steering clear. But when they realise they have a common enemy, Charity and Ruin will have to set aside their distrust if they want to achieve their mutual goal – justice and revenge.

Sometimes, when the world’s gone to hell, it’s better to stick with the devil you know…

“Dark, Chaotic…Loved it!” – Tome Tender

“This book delivered” – Kim, Goodreads

“Five full stars” – Debbie, Goodreads

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Feed Your Reader: It’s Time to Meet Fate’s Vultures

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In a world gone to hell, it’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad…

The world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remained of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.

Charity uses lethal survival skills learned too early in her work as a ‘Hound, sniffing out pivotal secrets for one of the most powerful people on the west coast. Her work is deceptive, deadly, and best performed solo, which means when she has a run-in with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures, she has no intention of joining forces in some mockery of teamwork. The man might be sexy as hell, but she travels alone. She will accomplish her mission and she will settle a score – hopefully with the edge of her blade. But fate has other plans.

As one of Fate’s Vultures, a nomadic band of arbitrators known for their ruthless verdicts, Ruin witnesses the carnage of corruption and greed battering the remnants of humanity, and he bears the scars to prove it. Now he has a damn ‘Hound showing up in suspicious circumstances, leaving every cell of his body sceptical – and painfully aroused. The woman is trouble, and Ruin has every intention of steering clear. But when they realise they have a common enemy, Charity and Ruin will have to set aside their distrust if they want to achieve their mutual goal – justice and revenge.

Sometimes, when the world’s gone to hell, it’s better to stick with the devil you know…

Read an Excerpt here

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