Sunday, September 16, 2012

Book Tour: Wisteria by Bisi Leyton Interview

Wisteria by Bisi Leyton

Wisteria Series Book 1

Genre:  Young Adult Paranormal Romance


Number of pages: 275
Word Count:  90,000

Cover Artist: Olivia Smith

Blurb/Book Description: 

Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows.

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.


1. Where did you get the idea for the novel?
I’ve always liked zombies and wanted to write something post-apocalyptic that wasn’t overly depressing or scary.
As I started working on the outline, the story kind of came to me. I also had a lot of chats with friends and some family those really helped me build on some ideas I already had.
So to answer the question simply everywhere and nowhere.

2. Your title. Who came up with it? Did you ever change your title?

I came up with the title Wisteria, but after a lot of second guessing and brainstorming with friends. I must’ve changed it seven times.
3. Which came first, the title or the novel? 
For Wisteria and it’s sequel, the novel came first.

4. Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
Once a wild cat broke into my garden when I was on holiday in Africa, oh you mean writing-wise? I find it exciting every time someone I don’t know reaches out to me about a the book I wrote.

5. What book are you currently reading or what was the last book you read?
I’m reading Limerick by Kimberely Spencer.

6. What was your first book that you ever wrote (very first one you wrote, not published)?
You know, I don’t remember, I must’ve been eight years-old at the time. The first one I remember was a series called Beach Lander. I wrote it when I was twelve. It was basically a rip of Sweet Valley High as all the girls in my middle school were reading those novel, but my mum would never buy them for me. 

7. What is your writing process?
I never really had a process until a year go, so it is currently evolving. First I need to decide my world, who lives there (zombies, cyborgs etc), what are the rules (magic or no magic) and the history. Since I’m a romance writer, I need to think about my two main characters and what’s their reason for being together.
Once I’ve got those I divide the book into three parts and select the key events that happen in the beginning, the middle and the end. Then I work on the almighty outline. I don’t necessarily finish the outline before I start writing, but I try to get two thirds done. As I write I still bounce ideas off friends.

8. Who are your favorite authors of all time?
I don’t have one. I like different authors for different reasons, but the ones whow really inspired me was Jeffery Archer, Roald Dahl and Dr Seuss—strangely I still read their work even now.

9. At a book signing, do you just sign your name or do you write a note? How do you come up with stuff to say? 
I sent out signed postcards of Wisteria because I write mainly ebooks, but I sign my name and leave a comment or questions.
As for where I get the comments from, I don’t know.

10. What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
I have twelve brothers and sisters.

11. How do you react to a bad review?
Bad reviews are hard to swallow, so first thing I do is leave it for a while. Then when I’m feeling particularly mature, I’ll read it and see if there’s anything I can take away.
I accept not everyone’s going to like my book or the way I write. I don’t like all the books I read either. 

12. How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
Sadly I didn’t, I was neck deep in writing the follow up to Wisteria, but I’ll celebrate when the series is done.


As she walked back to the ridge of the roof, Bach’s heart went with her. Someone had tried to hurt her. Tried to damage what belonged to him, and who he belonged to.
He started to feel dizzy from the volumes of strangle weed planted in the front of her house.
“Thank you so much for coming and for the guitar. It’s perfect.” She gave it back to him.
“No, it is yours, Wisteria.” He refused to take it. “Do you not like it?”
“No, I love it. It’s so beautiful.”
“Then keep it.” He kissed her neck. Knowing—hoping—his touch would soothe her pain, but he hadn’t come here to comfort her.
“Bach.” She used her instrument as a shield as she moved away from him. “It’s a bad idea. You won’t understand.”
“You are right. I do not get why you would refuse something you apparently love,” he whispered while rubbing her forearms and taking in her scent.
“If I accept your kindness, then I’ll have to face the consequences. I don’t know if I can face those.”
“You cannot face accepting my kindness, or is it accepting me that you cannot face?”
“Tell me that you do not feel the same,” he whispered. “That the moment you first saw me that I did not get inside your head. Tell me that you do not think about me all of the time when we are not together?”
The dark-eyed girl did not answer.
Wishing he could will her to speak, he pressed her against his chest. Briefly, he noticed a black spot at the base of her neck, where he had kissed her, and then it was gone. “Okay, Wisteria. Then tell me that you want me to leave, and that you do not care if you never ever see me again.” He felt like someone else was speaking for him, once again. The questions became pointless as he found himself still planting kisses along her neck and the sides of her face.
“I can’t tell you that, Bach,” she replied softly, her voice breaking. “Because it’s not true.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.
Desperately wanting to kiss her luscious-looking lips, he leaned into her.
Wisteria reached up to him, tugging his head down as she stood on the very tips of her toes, seemingly just as eager to taste his lips.
“Wisteria, I cannot.” He broke away before it happened. “I do not want this.”
* * * * *
Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved away from him. Once again, humiliated and feeling foolish. “Goodnight, Bach!” She strode angrily to the side of the roof in order to climb down.
He grabbed her and held her back
The guy came here just to tease her, yet again! Didn’t he know he was hurting her? Didn’t he care? “I’m tired of all this nonsense. I’m actually tired and need some sleep. I’m done with this. All of this!” She should’ve left the roof when she saw him appear. “Let go, so I can go.”
“Wisteria, it is not that.” Exhaling heavily, he released her. “My people could kill you if they knew I wanted you.”
This wasn’t at all what she’d expected him to say. “What?”
“I am in love with you. I do not know why, but I am. And it is selfish, because I just want you for myself.” Sadness filled his eyes as he spoke.
“Why would they do that to me?”
“Because you are human and because we see humans as Terran, or dirt people.”
“And you believe that too? So why are you here, living among us, if we’re so disgusting?”
“You are not disgusting. You are beautiful.” Rubbing his temples, he seemed troubled and bewildered. “I came to Terra as a rite of passage. To be considered a man, to take a journey and experience the wild.”
“The wild?”
“I chose Terra, or Earth, because I came here as a child. Your people treated me so badly in the past. When I learned about the Nero disease, I wanted to see your world.” He paused. “You were right when you said there was something wrong with me.”
“Bach, it cannot be that bad.” Stepping up to him, she stroked her fingers along his biceps.
The sweet motion made him smile at her, but he still looked distressed.
“Like about Garfield, you let him live with you. And now you’re here with me.”
“You are not like the rest.”
“Neither are you. You’re not so cold and cruel like Enric or patronizing like Felip. They think they’re better than us. You just hate people because you’re a jerk, Bach.”
“Ha.” Bach laughed. “A jerk?”
“You’re a big jerk.” As the final word rolled from her lips, he kissed her.
She was stunned for a second. His lips tasted like a strange, tantalizing spice.
He squeezed her against his larger frame and rested his right hand on the small of her back.
She fidgeted, unsure about what to do with her hands. She tried to kiss him back, but she struggled because she was so short.

Author Bio: 

Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.
She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.


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