Emma Edwards – Featured Author

Neo-gothic Welsh wordsmith and author Emma Edwards has written since childhood. She worked in Business Administration, married and nurtured her beloved kids, but it was only when they started to get older that she had the time to create, write and publish her first novel Sanguinary and more recently the follow up, Imbrued.

At thirteen, Emma watched The Lost Boys and ever since, she’s had a thing about vampires, so it was inevitable that they would be the focus of her debut novel. She doesn’t just write paranormal though; there are projects on the way that are grounded in reality like concrete.

Emma’s writing style is sassy, sharp, dynamic, uncompromising and tends to the dark side. Let’s just say it’s never going to be rainbows and fluffy bunnies with Emma. Okay, there is one fluffy bunny in Imbrued, but he doesn’t last long! She has always enjoyed writing since she was a child.

The first book in her ‘Sanguinary Series ‘ is Sanguinary, which was released in July and the second is ‘Imbrued ‘ was released in October.
emma1What is Sanguinary About?
Would you bleed for the one you love?

Angel Harris has always had a thing about vampires, but not so much the killer that is claiming victims in the city where she lives and works. The press are calling him ‘The Vampire’, because the victims are found drained of blood, with bite marks to their necks.

Ash is the lead singer in a local rock band. Angel is drawn into his world when she is asked by her boss at the local newspaper to investigate rumors of blood drinking within Ash’s band.

Ash and Angel bond on a deep level and she finds herself welcomed into this group of supposed blood drinkers.

But the body count continues to rise and Angel will soon find out that ‘The Vampire’ is closer to her than she ever would have believed.

emma2What is Imbrued about?
Angel is surviving. But is someone about to try and put an end to that? Again. After the harrowing experiences that she went through, Angel is trying hard to keep things on track. Although she sometimes feels that she is just going through the motions of life. Her heart still pumps her blood but she doesn’t feel alive.

Until her life is turned upside down again when a traumatic event draws her back into the blood drinking world. But it is a world that has changed dramatically. A world where legends and reality blur. Where myths and facts collide. A slayer has risen. A slayer with a stake in his hand. A stake destined for the hearts of those that Angel loves. In the battle that ensues, she must fight, not only for herself but for all those that she holds dear. But who will survive?

Let’s hear from Emma now…

What motivates you to write?

To stop the voices in my head!! Seriously, when I get an idea for a scene or story it will keep looping in my head until I get it out by typing it into the computer, it leaves me in peace then. But I have always enjoyed writing, so it ‘s never a chore.

Who is your most popular character? Why do your readers like or dislike this character?

What I have noticed in feedback from readers is that opinion is split on the two male characters in Sanguinary. Some like Ash, others like Jay. It ‘s a case of the sexy bad boy versus the sweet good guy.

What are your current projects?

I have just finished a short story that is going to be featured in an anthology next year. I ‘m also writing a shorter novella at the moment, it ‘s not going to be reaching the epic proportions of the 150k plus words of Sanguinary and Imbrued and I ‘m working on book 3 in the Sanguinary series as-well.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

My interest in writing came from reading. As a child I was always in the library, I remember falling in love with books and book characters. I started off with S E Hinton, eventually devouring every Stephen King and Dean Koontz that I could lay my hands on. And then I started to write too.

Who designed the covers?

My husband does it all, he takes the photos and then edits them. We come up with imagery together and then he creates the covers.

Are you an Indie Author? If so, what do you like about independent publishing?

Yes I am an Indie author and one of the best things is the complete control I have over everything, from content to covers. The other great thing about Indie is the sense of community. In the past few months I have met many other wonderful Indie Authors, who are always willing to help with advice, sharing, etc.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

The first thing that I would like to say to anyone who has read my books is thank you for taking precious time to read my work and I would hope that they enjoyed the experience The other point I would like to make is that books live and die by word of mouth. If you have enjoyed reading something, like or tag it on amazon, leave a review if you can, even if it ‘s only a few words and share the fact that you ‘ve enjoyed it, to help make it a success!

Excerpt from Sanguinary

The DJ spoke into his microphone, ‘We have a new band performing in Domain tonight. Welcome to Erebis.’

The stage was dark and nothing stirred. The chattering continued for a while until people started to wonder why there was no music and conversations died off. Even the mosh pit stilled. A strange quiet descended slowly and an air of expectation began to build. All this for a band that most people had never even heard of.

The hush went on a while longer and most people’s attention was given to the stage. All lights in the club dimmed more than they already had been.

Through the darkness the deep thump of the bass drum began. A repetitive sound that I could feel thudding in my chest like a heartbeat. It continued alone for a few minutes, building the sense of anticipation. The bass guitar joined the drums, adding rhythm but holding the constant beat. The build up was slow and I found myself getting caught up in the excitement. The crowd remained extraordinarily silent for a club. Then the lead guitar began, shaping the song more but keeping the same steady pace. The stage was still in darkness, no musicians could be seen. The music snaked out of the shadows. The three instruments continued, yet people did not become impatient, the steady tempo seemed to have them hypnotized. And as the pace of the drums increased I found my heartbeat picking up with it.

The stage lights beamed suddenly, illuminating the whole stage but there was only one thing that caught my eyes. A figure was standing in the center of the stage, his back to the crowd, arms spread out wide, his head bowed forward, one leg crossed in front of the other. Black, tousled hair reached past his shoulders to his bare back, he was wearing only black leather trousers. A tattoo reached right across and halfway down his back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. It was a bat, wings splayed out. The lights were on for only seconds, and then it was dark again. A few more heartbeats to the rhythm of the drum and the lights were back, this time the singer had turned to face his audience. His eyes were fixed on some point at the back of the room, above the heads of the people below him, both of his hands gripped the microphone stand. He began to sing, his voice deep yet soft, a whispering caress that I felt physically; a shudder went through me.

He stopped, ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the back of the stage. There was a second of silence as the music paused with him. And then kicked back in heavy. The tempo of the song was turned up and the guitars screamed. The singer grabbed the microphone from its stand and bent forward slightly as he began to sing again. His voice had changed completely, this time he was screaming the words, his voice raw, harsher with a growling edge. A cheer rose from the crowd and the mosh pit went wild at the thrashing rhythm of the song. He didn’t smile, did not acknowledge the appreciation. He maintained an arrogant look and continued his singing as if no one but him existed in the room.

I could do nothing but stand and stare in amazement at the sheer essence of him. He was absolutely stunning. His bare chest and stomach were well-defined with muscle. He just had it. That certain something that could make him a rock god. He had the arrogant demeanor to go with it; that said he knew it. But there was an edge to him too, even from a distance there was something in his eyes that said he wasn’t one that I would want to cross. I was mesmerized by him.

I tried to take a moment to appreciate the effort that the rest of the band were putting in. They played hard, even though they were in the shadow of the singer. As a whole they were completely amazing. I reminded myself that I wasn’t there as a music critic but as a journalist. I also realized that I wasn’t the only one who was captivated by him, there were a growing number of groupies gathering around the edge of the mosh pit. Attractive girls, hoping to catch his attention. But the singer’s eyes never met anothers. His gaze went through the crowd, sometimes he stared straight ahead but his intense eyes never rested on anyone. The band were going down well with others who were actually interested in the music. People were dancing and cheering. Their first song ended and already they seemed to have won over the audience.

The next song began, this time coming straight in with heavy guitars and drums. I turned my attention to the guitarist, who was nearest to me on the left of the stage. He had dark spiked hair which turned to red at the ends. He looked more like he was enjoying himself than the singer did, he had a hint of a smile and a wicked glimmer in his eyes. From my angle I couldn’t see the drummer very well at the back of the stage, just a bleached blonde head. The bassist was thin with long straight dark hair, he looked serious, his gaze was mostly directed at his guitar. It wasn’t long before my eyes were back at the singer, who was stalking the stage. At one point he came right over to the left of the stage where I was. Closer up I could see he had a number of other tattoos. There was an ankh on his left bicep and some letters running down the inside of his right arm. He has numerous others that I didn’t get the chance to observe, as he went down on one knee, bent over the microphone and sang intensely. The girls next to me screamed and hands reached out to touch him. And even though I believed I was above such things, I yearned to reach out for him too. To run my fingers down his sweat slicked chest. I held back though and a moment later he had strutted to the other side of the stage. And I could breathe again.

They played tight and they played hard. No missiles fell from the balcony above.

I didn’t move until Erebis finished their set and then not for some time afterwards. The DJ began playing music but for a short while there was an air of despondency where the crowd seemed disappointed that the band had left. It didn’t last and soon the mosh pit was manic again.

Feeling strangely deflated, I made my way to the toilets; three bottles of lager and an hour watching the stage had left me quite desperate. Afterwards I was intending on getting myself another drink whilst I pondered my next move. After visiting the toilets I saw the singer was already waiting at the bar. He was still wearing the leather trousers, but he had covered up the previously bare torso with a black t-shirt. There were a couple of girls who had also noticed him. They were watching him and talking to each other, giggling. They seemed to be goading each other into approaching him. I had no time to waste, I had to get to him first.

Taking a deep breath I walked over and stood next to him at the bar.

‘Hey,’ I said.

He didn’t look at me, he continued staring straight ahead, waiting to be served. He seemed much bigger close up than he had on the stage. He was tall and strongly built.

‘Can I get you a drink? I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your gig,’ I said, raising my voice to be heard above the music. I hoped that I didn’t sound too much like a groupie. On the subject of which, I noticed that the other two girls were moving a little closer. As I glanced at them I saw that their previous laughter had stopped, they looked quite annoyed that someone had gotten to the gorgeous singer first.

‘Yeah, I’ll have a whisky,’ he said, still not looking at me, which made me feel even more like a groupie. But, ah his voice, his speaking voice was just as mesmerizing and beautiful as his singing voice even in that one short sentence.

I asked the barman for two whiskies, thankful that it wasn’t David. Whilst the drinks were being poured I watched him in the mirrors on the back wall of the bar. Vampire or not he definitely cast a reflection. But that wasn’t the main thing that I concludedto go with the body of a god he also had the face of an angel. A fallen, dark, dangerous angel. He was impossibly beautiful with sharp cheek bones, a strong jaw and a full firm, very kissable mouth. He stared straight ahead, not once had he even acknowledged me with so much as a glance and I was beginning to think that there was a downside to his looks. He seemed an arrogant bastard.

The barman put the drinks on the bar and I handed over the money. He knocked his drink back in one gulp and I did the same, feeling the fiery liquid slide all the way down my throat and into my stomach. It felt pretty damn good. He banged his glass back down and then he turned to me and caught me with his eyes that were deep and dark. His eyelids were colored with black shadow and his eyes lined with black kohl which emphasized their darkness.

As our eyes met something happened that I didn’t expect. It was an actual physical jolt, some strange connection that unnerved me. I had never experienced anything like it before. I didn’t believe in love, never mind love at first sight. I’d experienced lust at first sight many times. That moment when my eyes would meet with somebody else’s and there would be an instant physical attraction, an immediate wanting. A need that could be easily sated by having them, which I usually did. But the moment my eyes met with his my stomach lurched so much that I felt sick, but it wasn’t just physical. There was something that clicked deep inside me. And I’m not talking about feeling horny, although there was that too. Something much deeper than sex. I had no idea what any of it was but it left me shaken. It almost brought me to my knees.

Before our eyes had locked he had seemed infallible but there was a momentary look of surprise on his face and I thought that he must have felt something too. It fleeted across his features though and it only took a heartbeat for his expression to change back to arrogant again.

I tried to go on sounding confident, but there was a tremor in my voice. ‘Well, I hope to be able to see you. . .’ I gave him a smile and purposely gazed down his body and back up to meet his eyes, which only gave me another jolt, no less powerful the second time. ‘. . .perform again sometime.’

He didn’t smile, just nodded imperceptibly with a slight frown. I walked away, my heart pounding. How I had managed to stay cool I didn’t know. I tried to fight the urge to turn back to look at him. But I had an irresistible need to see him again. I also wanted to know if those other girls had approached him. I wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much when I found that they had. The girls were talking to him, giggling again now that I had gone. But his dark eyes were still on me.

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Website: www.emmaedwards.net

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  1. Hi Emma & Ally,

    I’m so sorry I am late to the interview. I really enjoyed reading it and the excerpt. Like Paul said above, I can’t wait to read the whole book.

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