Today I am extremely pleased to welcome N.W. Moors. Mrs. Moors is a multi-genre author of numerous novels including her latest, Icarus Rising, which is available on Amazon?
- Have you always wanted to be an author?
I think since the time I started to read, I also wanted to write my own stories. While I’ve played around with writing over the years, it was only in the last several years that I decided to become serious about it.
- What inspired you to write your first book?
I loved the Irish story of the children of Lir though I always thought it very sad. A trip to Ireland gave me the idea to rewrite it in a modern setting.
- What is the name of your latest novel?
Icarus Rising which came out in September of this year.
- How did you come up with the concept for your novel?
We have a Facebook group called W.A.P.A.T. (write a paragraph about this). Someone posted a picture of a girl in a red dress and a man with black wings hovering over her. It reminded me of the story of Icarus and the story came from there, a chance at redemption for Icarus after his plunge into the ocean.
- Who is your favorite character and why?
Taisie MacDonnell, the feisty heroine of The Black Swans. She’s shy but determined to help Conn break the curse he and his siblings are under and goes through a lot to see that happen.
- Who is your least favorite character and why?
I don’t have a least favorite character. I love them all, even the villains. There’s always something redeeming to find within a person; otherwise, I don’t think they’d be that interesting.
- Which character do you relate to the most and why?
While I started writing fantasy romance, I also write Regency romance under the pen name of Jerusha Moors. Lady Lucilla Blount in Abandon is probably the person I relate to the most. She had endured a broken heart and cruelty by her peers. Not that any of that has happened to me, but I feel that her resiliency and determination also applies to me in some ways.
- Is there a certain message (s) that you desire your readers to grasp?
I don’t send messages, at least that I’m aware of. I just want my readers to enjoy the stories.
- What books have influenced you the most? Why?
I read a lot and in many different genres, and there have been many books that have influenced me. When I was younger, Stranger in a Strange Land and the Lord of the Rings were favorites as well as the Thomas Covenant books by Stephen Donaldson.
- Who are a few of your favorite authors?
Oh, boy, let’s see. These are the ones currently on my automatically pre-order list: Charles de Lint, Guy Gavriel Kay, C.S. Harris, Grace Burrowes, Julia Quinn, Colleen Hoover, Kristin Higgins, Lauren Willig, Patricia McKillip, and I know I’m forgetting a bunch.
- Any future projects you would like to talk about?
I’m currently working on the third book in the Antrim Series which takes place on the Isle of Muck off Scotland. Then I have the third book in my Regency series which is Lord Blakesley’s story, and the second book in my Second Chances series which is Cassandra of Troy’s story. Oh, and I have a SciFi that I’m working on, too. I’m just finishing up a Regency Christmas short story that should be out next month first though.
- If you could start again, is there anything you would change in your latest book?
I don’t think so.
- Is there a short excerpt of your current book that you would like to share?
This is a draft from the next Antrim Cycle book, Seven Tears in the Sea:
She waited for the boat to settle, then went back to find the rest of her things. It was late afternoon on Saturday and it looked as if Morri was the only one disembarking. A husky young man on the crew helped her with her baggage and down the narrow gangplank to the dock where the man was waiting.
“Are you the new teacher?” he asked. He was a nice looking older man in a flannel shirt and fleece vest. He looked much like anyone back in Antrim, Morri thought. She half expected the men in Scotland to all be wearing kilts – she’d watched too much Outlander.
“Yes, hello,” she said, and dropped the tote bag she was holding when he thrust out a hand at her, whether to shake or take her luggage she wasn’t sure. They both ducked down to pick up the bag and Morri nearly banged his head. Not an auspicious start.
“Sorry, it’s been a long trip,” she said when they both stood back up. The man nodded and scratched the back of his neck as if not sure what to do next. He opted to give her his name.
“Angus MacLean.” He thrust his hands into the pockets of his vest as if to underline that the attempted handshake had been a mistake.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. MacLean. I’m Morrigan Malone, the new teacher.” Morri shifted her backpack, unsure of what came next.
Angus frowned at her, his thick bristling eyebrows meeting over expressive dark brown eyes. Morri wasn’t sure how she had offended him, but he didn’t look pleased with her.
“You can call me Angus, lass,” he said, and tilted his head as he studied her. “I thought you’d be older,” he added with a bluntness that startled her.
Morri sighed, barely refraining from rolling her eyes. “I’m really old enough. It’s because I’m so short.”
The man looked bewildered. “Pardon,” he said, his eyebrows moving rapidly up and down. Morri had to force herself to look away from them. She suspected she could be mesmerized by those bushy brows if she looked at their motion for too long.
“Sorry, as I said, it was a long trip. I mean, I look younger than I am,” she took a deep breath, “and I’m short, so people tend to think I’m still a child.”
Angus snorted and a corner of his mouth tipped up. “Nae, that’s not what I meant. The letter said ye were a widow lady with grown children.”
Morri’s heart sank. “Oh, that’s Mrs. Wright. She was originally supposed to come for the year, but her daughter needed her, something to do with triplets, I think they said. The agency sent me instead.” She pulled at the straps of her knapsack, suddenly nervous. “I was the next in the queue of the applicants. They should have sent you some notification, an email or something, but maybe I got here first. I left right away in order to make it in time for the term.”
Angus frowned. “Do ye have a lad? A boyfriend?”
“No, I dated a guy for a while in college, but no one steady….Wait, why are you asking me that?” Morri was tired, but the question seemed much too personal and intrusive for a first meeting.
Just then, the ferry gave another toot and pulled away on its way to the next island. Morri wondered if she should wave and try to stop it. Based on the way Angus acted, she wasn’t sure she actually had a teaching job here.
When she looked back, Angus had scrunched up his face in deep thought.
“Sorry,” he mumbled in embarrassment. “But it’s a long season here on the island and a young man away is a big temptation to leave for a young lass. Not that there’s any available young men to keep them here either.” He trailed off, his eyes following the disappearing ferry.
Morri heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s fine. I’m here to teach your children, do a bit of traveling, and some writing of my own. I don’t need that kind of distraction for now.”
The brows lowered again. Her speech seemed to compel them to movement much as a snake charmer’s pipe cause a cobra to dance.
“I’m writing a fantasy story based on some Scottish legends,” she explained, then added hastily, “but that comes after my teaching job.”
She caught Angus trying to suppress a grin and she rolled her eyes, knowing she had said too much. He would make a great police officer. He could just force a confession from a suspect with the movement of his eyebrows, she thought. Still, the slight grin made her feel that maybe it would all work out, this wild jaunt to the far side of the Atlantic.
- Do you have any advice for up and coming authors?
Keep writing, get an editor, and learn marketing.
Thank you so much for stopping by the Desu Beast Blog, Mrs. Moors. Not only have I enjoyed your novels, but I frequent your blog as well. I have found several interesting novels per your numerous book reviews and recommendations.