In Laith, when the moons are high, Tavarra is allowed to walk the land as a human for one day, losing her seahorse-like tail. But should she remain out of the water, a curse will overtake her, turning her into a beast with sharp fangs and long claws. A beast that, on some nights, takes the shape of a rampaging, uncontrollable monster.
Rhona, along with her village, are under a sinister leader’s control. Their leader has taken Rhona from the boy she loves, stripped away her abilities and, under the threat of killing everyone she loves, forces her on a dangerous task to retrieve a dark prism that will increase his already massive powers.
When Tavarra and Rhona cross paths, they discover they need each other. Rhona knows how to help the cursed sea creature, while Tavarra knows where to find the dark prism. They embark on a mission that could help them break Tavarra’s spell and save Rhona’s family and village. But with an untamable beast inside Tavarra, nothing is certain…
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Candace spends her days consumed by words and hoping to one day find her own DeLorean time machine. Her life consists of avoiding migraines, admiring Bonsai trees, watching classic movies, and living with her husband and daughter in Texas—where it can be forty degrees one day and eighty the next! Now let’s find out how this very versatile writer ticks:
BookDragonGirl – Does writing energize or exhaust you?
Candace Robinson – For me, first draft is the most exhausting because I just want to have something done so I can break apart and re-piece together! Like creating my own Frankenstein’s Monster! Once the first draft is done, things get much easier!
BookDragonGirl – “It’s alive!” Love me some Frankenstein’s monster references!
How long on average does it take you to write a book?
Candace Robinson – First draft is pretty fast. Normally under a month! But, sometimes my first drafts are also pretty short!
BookDragonGirl – Well, Is there lots to do before you dive in and start writing the story?
Candace Robinson – I don’t outline so not really. I basically know how many chapters are going to be in the story and basic scenes, but sometimes things take a turn in a totally different direction than I had originally planned.
BookDragonGirl – Do you have beta readers, and do you listen to their feedback?
Candace Robinson – Yes! I have some awesome beta readers. I do listen to their feedback, because the ones on my team have awesome ideas and understand my story and writing.
BookDragonGirl – Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
Candace Robinson – Sometimes I’m inspired by movies or music, then I try to weave in my own spin on things.
BookDragonGirl – Ooh…that’s interesting!! What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
Candace Robinson – To be patient. I can’t build a whole story in one day!
BookDragonGirl – This is book two in the Laith world. What was the inspiration for this story? Also, are any of the characters from Clouded By Envy in this book?
Candace Robinson – For Tavarra’s character, It was loosely inspired by The Little Mermaid meets The Wolf Man. The only character from Clouded By Envy is the Stone of Desire. But! There is a distant relative down the line, Rhona, who is related from some of the characters from Clouded!
BookDragonGirl – Oh, this sounds extremely interesting! The Little Mermaid meets The Wolf Man! We are intrigued by that description! Now does one of the main characters hold a special place in your heart? If so, why?
Candace Robinson – For Veiled, I would have to say Rhona and Quil. I just love their relationship when they are together so much.
BookDragonGirl – What is the future for the characters? Will there be a sequel?
Candace Robinson – Two of the characters from Veiled have POVs in the final book, Shadowed By Despair!
BookDragonGirl – Yay! That’s exciting! Shadowed By Despair has it’s cover reveal today too! Do you have any other new series planned?
Candace Robinson – I have a YA book titled, Lyrics & Curses, coming out next year! It’s a paranormal/fantasy romance set in 1985!
BookDragonGirl – Ooh…maybe you will get your DeLorean!! Okay, do you feel like it’s most important to have A) Strong characters B) Mind-blowing Plot twists or C) Epic settings?
Candace Robinson – Pretty much all my books are character driven so, for me, I’d say strong characters!
BookDragonGirl – Yes they are, and I’m a character driven reader! What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?
Candace Robinson – I actually haven’t had a problem writing from a male POV yet! I don’t know why it comes naturally for me, but it just does. At least from my end! Readers may think differently lol!
BookDragonGirl – Well I just think you’re an awesome writer, and where characters are your strong point, then that may be why you have no problem.
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Thank you so much, Candace, for letting us into your writing world for a little while. Now how about an excerpt from Veiled by Desire?!
As Tavarra tried to leave the gravitational pull of the powerful ocean waves, each one crashed and pounded against her strong body. She swished through the murky sea, her tail flicking at the rough current as the liquid attempted to haul her back into its clutches.
Tonight was a chance for her to escape the haunting depths she so desperately dreamed of leaving behind. Tavarra pushed her head out of the sea’s liquid claws, finally finding herself near the sandy shore. She took a deep breath through her mouth, no longer needing the gills etched on each side of her neck.
Holding steady, she stared through the last rays of the waning day, searching for him. But the young man wasn’t anywhere in her line of sight yet. Keeping on top of the liquid swells, her gaze fixed on the caramel-colored sand. As her arms repeatedly cut through the vigorous surge, a hint of desperation filled her—she couldn’t get swallowed back up. At last, her body struck the grainy granules, swept in blackness.
She sighed in relief.
With no time to spare, Tavarra dragged her exhausted body by her forearms across the sand. Each tiny grain rubbed against the delicate skin between her fingers and nails. She came to a halt and rolled herself to a sitting position, letting the edge of a cool wave caress the end of her tangerine tail. Bony plates fused together with a fleshy covering lined the tail’s body, and the tip came to a curled point.
A heavy breath forced its way out and tugged harshly at her lungs. “Goodbye,” she whispered, half to herself and half to the ocean cage that, for seventeen years, had never been a true home. “Please let this happen.” Tavarra’s heart pounded rapidly, and had it beaten any harder, her sternum would have cracked.
Bringing her sandy hands to her waist, she glided them down her moistened tawny skin until they met the vivid exoskeleton. The silver of the twin moons shone down in answer, as if telling her it would work. It must work.
Tavarra had recently heard a tale of when the twin moons would rise, there would be a way for her sea dweller kind to truly walk the land of Laith. She desired it with everything in her. If this worked, she would never return to the watery home—her underwater grave.
Slowly, she slid her thumb beneath the soft plates of her tail. To her surprise, the tail pushed away from her skin, as if it were never a part of her at all. She thought there would be pain, but there wasn’t, only a filmy residue left behind.
Tavarra’s lips pulled up on each side, and she let out a rumbling, giddy laugh to the moons, to the ocean, and to herself. Tugging the tail a little more, she shimmied out from the exoskeleton and found smooth bare legs underneath—as she had hoped. The story had been right. If only she knew sooner that legs rested beneath the tail—then she could have been doing this every time the moons were at their fullest. A continuation of delighted laughter echoed from her as it bounced off the waves and into the darkened forest.
She kicked these new-found creations, releasing the legs in their entirety from the confined appendage. To her it felt natural, more than surreal.