Edge of Oblivion by J.T. Geissinger
Night Prowler Novels, Book Two
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 98,000
Morgan Montgomery is waiting to die. Branded a traitor by her tribe, the Ikati shape-shifter has no hope for mercy—until Jenna, the Ikati’s newly crowned queen and Morgan’s former ally, offers one last chance for redemption. Morgan must infiltrate the Rome headquarters of the Expurgari, the Ikati’s ancient enemy, to destroy them once and for all. The beautiful renegade has just a fortnight to complete her mission or forfeit her life. Because she does not travel alone…
Xander Luna is a trained assassin and the Ikati’s most feared enforcer, famed for his swift brutality and stony heart. Fiercely loyal, he is prepared to hate the traitor under his watch—until they come face to face. For Morgan Montgomery arouses something unexpected inside of him, something that threatens everything he believes in and the fate of the tribe itself: a love as powerful and passionate as it is forbidden.Sensual, thrilling, and action-packed, Edge of Oblivion will enthrall readers with nail-biting suspense and heart-pounding passion.
- Where did you get the idea for the novel?
I adopted a stray cat that looks exactly like a miniature panther; black fur and uncannily intelligent, vivid yellow eyes. This cat can disappear at will and sometimes seems so human I swear she’s a person disguised in a cat’s body. It got me to thinking…what if? From there I did research about the ancient cat-worship cultures of Egypt and found a tremendous amount of information about how cats have also been persecuted throughout history, particularly during the Inquisition. I wove all those elements into the story to come up with the history of the Ikati.
- Your title. Who came up with it? Did you ever change your title?
The book was originally titled The Skinwalker’s Daughter, because the heroine is the daughter of the tribe’s most notorious Alpha who was able to shift to anything he chose, but my publisher thought that was too close to another title, so they came up with Shadow’s Edge.
- Which came first, the title or the novel?
Definitely the novel. I understand that book titles are changed all the time by publishers, so the title you begin with might not be the one you end up with!
- Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
The day my agent called to tell me that my publisher wanted to continue the series for four more books past the original two they contracted, based on the success of the first book. That was the first time I really allowed myself to believe I was going to have a career as a writer. I still almost can’t believe it.
- What book are you currently reading or what was the last book you read?
I am a voracious reader and usually finish 3-4 books a week. I’m currently reading A Light Between Oceans, and just finished Beautiful Ruins and The Dog Stars, both of which I highly recommend.
- What is your writing process?
I like to write in a quiet space early in the morning. I’ll usually get up and write in my bathrobe for a few hours, then take a break, get dressed, eat, and begin again. I have a bad habit of editing while I write, which really slows me down, so I’m trying to force myself to finish an entire novel at a time without going back to the beginning of each chapter for re-writes.
- Who are your favorite authors of all time?
Stephen King, D.H. Lawrence, Anne Rice, Ron Currie, Jr., Cormac McCarthy and Lainie Taylor.
- 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 like to write a little note, like “I hope you enjoy it” or “With best wishes” along with their first name and my signature. At the first signing I did at RWA, I sat next to the historical romance author Elizabeth Hoyt who gave me some great suggestions and let me observe how she interacted with her readers; she had a long line, and I got a good education.
- What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
I’m really uncomfortable around people I don’t know. Like, beyond uncomfortable, which you’d never guess because I’m very outgoing, almost obnoxiously so, which is just a coping mechanism for an introverted person living in a very extroverted world.
10. How do you react to a bad review?
I tell myself to man up because I signed up for this, everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I can’t be all things to all people. (This is after several minutes of indignant fuming, of course.)
- How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
Getting a book published is very punishing on your self-esteem; there was more rejection in the time I spent looking for an agent and shopping the book to publishers than I’ve received in my entire life. So when I finally signed that publishing contract, I was in a daze. I truly don’t remember what I did besides continually mutter to myself, “I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it.” It’s probably safe to say there were copious amounts of wine involved, however.
“Come,” barked Leander from behind the closed door. Matthew pushed it open. Not satisfied to merely enter the room with her trailing behind, he turned, grasped her by the arm, dragged her over the threshold, then released her abruptly, as if he’d been burned by touching her.
So of course she fell. Of course she did.
Caught on one of the heels of her shoes, the hem of her dress tangled beneath her feet. The delicate fabric gave way with a soft ripping noise and she pitched forward, unable to throw her arms out for balance because they were cuffed tight behind her back. She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor with a bone-crunching jolt that startled a pained gasp from her lips, but just before she fell flat on her face, something stopped her.
A pair of hands. Strong and warm at her shoulders.
She was caught and steadied, pushed gently back to her knees where she rocked, finding her balance. Then she lifted her head and looked up—
—into a pair of eyes, brilliant amber rimmed in kohl, that stared out from a sun-darkened face of such cold, savage beauty it sent a thrill of pure fear humming along every nerve. Adrenaline lashed through her body, primitive and chemical, and abruptly awoke the animal inside that bristled and hissed and screamed danger! at the top of its lungs.
He was huge—tall and thickly muscled, far larger than any of her lithe, sinewy kin—and had shoulders so wide she crouched in a pool of thrown shadows at his feet. His black hair, tipped on his wide forehead to a widow’s peak, was cropped close to his head. His clothes were black as well, simple and form-fitting, made for ease of movement. On his back was a pair of crossed swords, sheathed in leather scabbards. On his belt and boots were more weapons, gleaming wicked in the light.
But all this paled in comparison to the more imminent threat of his eerie, amber eyes.
They fixed on hers, unblinking, unfeeling, and she realized with another jolt that this man staring back at her in absolute stillness with that beautiful face and those scorching, fire-lit eyes wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. He was alive, his body was alive, but behind that mask of perfection, there wasn’t a shred of humanity or mercy or kindness or feeling. There was nothing. He was dead.
He was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.
“Xander,” said a voice from her right. Leander’s, she supposed, aware on a molecular level of her thundering heart, her frozen muscles, the stranger’s gaze that had dropped to the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her neck. His nostrils flared with an inhalation, and for one wild, horrified moment, she thought he might lean down and tear out her throat with his teeth.
But he didn’t. He only lifted that piercing gaze back to hers and, in a motion of fluid, predatory grace, drew her to her feet. He released her and stepped back, never blinking, his attention never wavering, those piercing dead eyes never leaving her face.
“Xander,” Leander said again. “This is Morgan. Your flight for Rome leaves at one o’clock.”
About the Author:
A life-long lover of reading and a self-professed “book addict,” J.T.
Geissinger didn’t realize her dream of writing a novel until a milestone
birthday forced her to take stock of her goals in life. Always believing the
right time to commit to putting pen to paper would magically announce itself,
it took waking up one cold January morning with a shiny new zero as the second
number in her age to kick start her determination.
More than a year and two unsold novels later, it was time to take stock again.
But her determination matched her initial procrastination, and she kept on writing and learning and trying to improve, trusting that if it was meant to be, it would be.
Then, during a trip to Italy in honor of their 10th wedding anniversary and the honeymoon she and her husband never took, she received an email that would change her life. It was from a literary agent, and it contained the three words every aspiring author longs to hear: “I loved it.”
The manuscript was sold to Montlake Romance who published it six months later. Hitting the Amazon bestseller lists in both the US and the UK within weeks of publication, Shadow’s Edge was book one of the Night Prowler Novels. Book two, Edge of Oblivion published October 2nd, and book three will follow in the spring of 2013. Three additional installations in the Night Prowler series are planned for the future.
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