Chat with Valerie ~
you have any quirky writing habits?
don’t know if you would call it quirky, but there are several steps
I have to go through before I start writing my book. I write out all
the ideas I have for story, then I write what if questions to try and
fill in the holes that bother me, and after that, I outline using
plot points. All of this is written freehand. Once I am finished
with my outline, I enter it into Scrivener and go over it to see if I
am missing anything and only then do I start writing. Being so
detailed oriented allows me to write the story faster and with fewer
biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
if you want to be a writer, you have to write. For years, I studied
different books on how to write a novel, how to be a romance writer,
and everything under the sun on plotting, outlines, character arcs,
you name it, I read about it. But it wasn’t until I sat down and
wrote my first book (which I have to admit it was horrible), that I
realized that the only way you become a writer is to just write. I
still study material on writing, but nothing compares to putting
something on the page.
fun fact about writing your book
my entire Dark Assassins series has a completely different spin than
most paranormal romances. Vampires and shifters work together as
immortal assassins, but they are also close to each other and care
for one another. They are family to one another. Also, while they
feel a pull to their mates, there isn’t an instant connection or
automatic knowledge that they are meant for one another.
A wolf-shifter and his powerful human.
Reaper had expected it to be an easy assignment. Break into a biotech
facility with minimum security and rescue a group of immortals who were
subject to deadly experiments and eliminate those who might try to fight
back. But the moment he walked into the glass prison and spotted a
human woman being held with the immortals, his mission changed.
She became his mission.
Reaper had a chance to explain that he was there to help her, she
blinded him and the rest of his team and slipped away. Although she had
escaped him, a protectiveness that he’d never felt washed over him, and
he became determined to find her.
has always depended on herself, but there was something about the
shifter that made her want to trust him. She recognized him as someone
who was capable of protecting her as well as understanding her secrets
without turning her away, but before she could allow herself to trust
him, she ran.
with no resources and running out of ideas about how to protect
herself, will she be able to lower her defenses and allow the shifter to
***Paranormal Romance featuring HOT Shifters and Vampires. Contains explicit sex scenes and each book in the series ends with a HEA.***
© 2016 Valerie Ullmer
All of his muscles locked down as he
scanned her, making sure that she hadn’t been hurt. When he found
her injury-free, he blew a sigh of relief.
Comparing the last memory he had of her,
he took note that she had lost even more weight from her time on the
run. Her body, clothed in scrubs that were similar to the pair she
wore close to a month before, hung loosely on her curvy frame.
Before he could rein it in, a low growl
of disapproval slipped past his lips. Either too tired or determined
to get into the house, she missed the noise.
He kept his gaze on her as she ran up the
porch and hesitated a moment, before she waved a hand in front of the
door. When the door unlocked, she pushed her way in and closed it
behind her. He heard the distinct click of the lock sliding back
Although he wanted to rush after her,
scoop her up, and take her home while she would be too tired to
launch him down the block, instinct told him to wait. If he found
her, then someone else could’ve as well.
Less than five minutes after she entered
the house, a figure emerged from the woods several yards from where
he stood. Without disguising his movements, the man ran up to the
porch and jiggled the doorknob. His amateur actions covered the
noise of Reaper’s advance.
As Reaper stood feet away from
eliminating the new threat, a male voice erupted through the man’s
earpiece, making the asshole jump. Reaper paused and listened to the
“Have you got her yet?”
Instead of answering, the stupid git
removed the offending object from his ear and stomped on it. “I’m
going to kill that bitch when I get a hold of her.”
Reaper waited until the man went back to
his futile attempt at picking the lock before he unsheathed a knife
from his thigh. Not giving his target time to make any more progress
on the lock, he stepped forward and wrapped a hand around the man’s
mouth and nose, silencing his shout of surprise. Rage filled Reaper
at how close this man had gotten to her. So with precise movements,
he drove the knife into the man’s chest to the hilt and twisted.
The man was dead within a matter of seconds.
He hid the body on the side of the porch.
The bushes would prevent anyone from the street happening upon him.
After the woman was secured in his home, he would call for a cleanup
crew to make the body disappear.
Reaper hadn’t been surprised that they
caught up to her, and he knew that this one man’s incompetence
didn’t mean that whoever chased her would make the same mistake
twice. He had to rush before the man in the earpiece realized that
his colleague lay dead.
Stepping up to the door, he placed his
hands, several inches apart, and pressed until the locks gave way.
He slid inside without a sound before shutting the door. Taking a
deep breath to get a trace on where she might have gone, he was
surprised because it seemed as the entire house smelled of her.
Light and sweet.
He darted from room to room. They were
running out of time before they were discovered. Desperation clawed
at his chest as he found each one empty. At the top of the stairs,
he paused when a faint cry reached him. Unsure of where the sound
came from, he wandered farther down the hall, hoping that the sound
Mumbles and whines of pain came through the door farthest away from the master bedroom. As he opened the door, the floor beneath him started to shake, which intensified the closer he moved into the room. Not knowing what had caused the house to move, his need to protect her ramped up.
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About the Author ~
Paranormal, Erotic, and M/M.
lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and
their funny and wise black lab, Maddie. Valerie is addicted to
coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven
a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars,
and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the
romance novels she’s devoured over the years!
When she’s not writing or learning about the craft of writing, she can be found surfing the internet way too much, watching Investigation Discovery and thinking that her neighbors are up to no good, and finding new ways to get her husband to laugh.
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