Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Meet Lyn Horner, "western meets paranormal" author


Lyn, I had the pleasure of reading the first in your Texas Devlins trilogy and thoroughly enjoyed it. That said where did you come up with the idea?

First of all, thank you so much for having me here today, Ciara. I’m glad you enjoyed Darlin’ Irish, book one in the trilogy. The idea for the heroine, Jessie’s clairvoyant ability grew out of my own prophetic dreams years ago. As you might guess, that experience stuck with me, so when I chose to include a paranormal element in Jessie’s story, it was a no-brainer to give her dreams and visions of future events. From there, I decided she and her two siblings would be descendants of a secret line of Irish Celtic Druids, from whom they each inherited a unique psychic gift.

How did you get your start as a romance writer?

Well, I have always loved reading historical romances, and years ago I decided to try writing one. After many false starts, I finished the first version of Darlin’ Irish, joined Romance Writers of America and a local chapter in North Texas. Urged on by other authors, I submitted my manuscript to a New York publisher. It was rejected. I re-wrote it, did a lot of cutting, and signed on with an agent. He sent my baby off to several publishers. One kind of liked it but none bought it. I wrote a sequel, Dashing Irish, under a different title (I hadn’t yet added the paranormal elements) and went through the whole process again. This took place over a period of years, since I’m a slow writer and publishers are also notoriously slow to reply. Growing discouraged, I pretty much gave up writing for a while. Then Amazon started their Kindle Direct Publishing program. My friend and critique partner, Sharla Rae, nudged me in that direction and in November 2010, I self-published my first book. I’m happy to say it received some great reviews, and I’ve now published a total of six books.

Can you describe your “writing cave”?

LOL! My cave is mobile since I work on a laptop. Often, I park in my recliner in the living room; other times, when I want peace and quiet (my husband loves to watch TV) I move into our bedroom and set up camp on the bed with papers and research books spread out around me. Mind you, I do have an office with a nice big desk and shelves full of books, but since getting rid of the old desktop computer, the office just isn’t “home” anymore.

What can readers expect of you next?

So glad you asked! I’ve started a new series title The Scrolls of Danu. It’s contemporary rather than historical, but again features a paranormal theme. The series will consist of nine or ten short books, each a separate story, yet bound together by a larger ongoing plot. I had hoped to have the first book out by now, but four trips within the past few months and promotional efforts have bogged me down. It now looks like Beyond the Darkness (book one) may hit the virtual shelves in mid November. I hope!

Do you work on more than one project at a time?

Not as a rule until, but I do have three books in the new series going at the same time now.

Just for fun, which do you prefer most and why? Popcorn and a football game or a picnic by the lake?

Picnic by the lake, definitely. I’m not much of a sports fan, although I do love popcorn.

Please share with readers an excerpt from your most current work.

Love to! This is an excerpt from Dearest Irish, Texas Devlins - book three.

Setting the scene, Choctaw Jack has kidnapped Rose Devlin from her brother’s Texas ranch. He knows of her ability to heal with her mind and is whisking her north to the Indian Territory, hoping she can save his dying mother.

Rose regained her senses slowly. Feeling herself rock to and fro, she groggily recognized the loping gait of a horse beneath her. But how could that be?

She forced her eyes open, taking in the starlit sky and the dark landscape passing by. Blinking at the sight, she realized she was seated crosswise on the horse – in a man’s lap. Just like that, the scene in her bedroom with Jack came back to her, and she knew whose chest she leaned upon and whose arm was locked around her.

Panicking, she cried out in fright. Pain lanced through her jaw, reminding her of the blow her teacher-turned-abductor had delivered just before she’d sunk into oblivion.

“Easy now,” the brute murmured. “You’re all right. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

She threw her head back to see his shadowed features. “I’m not all right, ye . . . ye kidnapper!” Cupping her painful jaw, she demanded, “Take me back this instant!”

“Can’t do that, Toppah.”

“But ye must! Tye and Lil will be looking for me.” Catching the odd word he’d spoken, she repeated it. “Toppah? What’s that?”

“It’s you. It means yellow-hair.”

“Oh. Well, don’t be calling me that again. Now turn this horse around and take me back,” she again demanded.

“Nope. We’re heading for the Nations. You might as well relax and enjoy the ride.”

“Enjoy the ride, is it? You’re daft!” She pushed at his steely arm and attempted to twist free, but, although his hold caused no pain, it was unbreakable. Feeling smothered and panicky, she shoved at his chest, managing to create a small space between them.

“Be still,” he ordered sharply. “Do you want to fall off and break your neck?”

Before she could reply, another man’s voice sounded nearby, speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. Unaware of his presence until that moment, Rose uttered a frightened cry and instinctively shrank against Jack. His arm tightened around her for a moment. He said something to the other man then spoke softly to her.

“Don’t be afraid, Poe-lah-yee. That’s only Tsoia. He is my friend, my blood brother. He won’t touch you as long as he thinks you’re mine.”

“Yours! I’m not yours!” she shrilled, once more stiffening against him.

“You might not want to let him know that.”

Twisting her upper body and craning her neck, Rose caught a glimpse of the other Indian’s shadowy form. He rode near them and, unless she was mistaken, he led another horse.

“What did he say?” she warily asked.

“He said you screech like an owl,” Jack replied, a grin in his voice.

Rose huffed in annoyance, not liking the comparison. After a moment’s silence, she asked in a softer voice, “And what did ye call me a minute ago?”

“Poe-lah-yee. It means rabbit.”

“Rabbit! I told ye before I’m no scared rabbit.” Although she did feel like one just now, she privately admitted. “Oh, and my hair’s not yellow, ’tis strawberry-blonde. That’s what they’re calling the color back in Chicago these days.”

“That right? Well, I guess I could call you Poe-aye-gaw. That means strawberries.”

“For goodness sake, can’t ye call me by my proper name?”

“I dunno,” he drawled. Poe-aye-gaw is kinda nice, or maybe P’ayn-nah. That means sugar. Yeah, I like that one.”

Sugar? Did he think her sweet? And what if he did? It made no nevermind to her. Snorting in disdain, Rose squirmed uncomfortably in his lap.

 
List a link for your book, any other links where we can find you.

My pleasure, Ciara. Readers can purchase Dearest Irish here:
         Kindle & paperback
             Nook at Barnes & Noble
Readers can find me here:
 
 
 

 
 

13 comments:

Lyn Horner said...

Ciara, thanks again for hosting me today. I'm so happy to be here.

Lyn

Caroline Clemmons said...


Nice to see you here, Lyn. I had forgotten what inspired your Irish Devlin series. I'm looking forward to the new books. Best wishes for continued success.

Lyn Horner said...

Thanks for stopping by, Caroline. I'm always glad to "see" you.

Massimo Marino said...

Nice interview, Lyn.

Good to see you around... But I miss my monkeys. ;)

Celia Yeary said...

Lyn--You do have quite an imagination...and you have more patience that I do, I guess. I also tried the NY pubs because at the time, that's pretty much all there was. But in RWA's magazine under Contests, I discovered submitting by email. Before I was mailing paper ms, and it was ex-ensive. But this simple fact that I could submit on-line changed my life.
You would like "A picnic by the lake." At first glance, I thought, me, too. But no, I need more going on, so football and popcorn for me--even though I don't go to games. It an either-or situation, I guess.

I'm so proud of you for self-pubbing, and so early in the game. I only heard about it less than two years ago. Even then, it scared me. I still haven't learned to do it, but I would love to some day.
Good interview and excerpt.

Lyn Horner said...

Hi Massimo, glad you made it here. Your monkey are quite entertaining. No wonder you miss them. :)

Lyn Horner said...

Celia, I considered submitting to one of the early ebook publishers back in the 90s, but was leery of them. It wasn't patience, but the loss of patience with the trad publishers that put a halt to my writing for several years.

I wish Amazon had come out with their self-publishing platform sooner. You should give it a try.

Carra Copelin said...

I'm looking forward to your new books, Lyn. Glad I stopped by. Lovely site, Ciara!

DP Denman said...

Hi Lyn! Great article...and I love the plot.

Ciara Gold said...

Thanks all for visiting Lyn here on my blog and Lyn, I enjoyed interviewing you.

Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Lyn,
Great interview. Love your red outfit, very fetching. Best of luck with all your writing projects.

Regards

Margaret

Lyn Horner said...

Thank you, Carra, DP, and Margaret, for joining Ciara and me today. Glad you like the plot for Dearest Irish.

I've always been a sucker for red, Margaret. I may have gotten a tad carried away with that outfit. :=))

Sarah J. McNeal said...

I enjoyed your interview, Lyn and I love the photo of you, too.
All good things to your corner of the universe.