Friday, 5 August 2011

Interview: Gwenna Sebastian

Hello Gwenna, and welcome to Miz Love. Brilliant to have you here, m'dear. How long have you been writing?

Since I was fourteen, so, taking in my current age, that's um, a lot of years! More than thirty--oh dear!

What prompted you to start writing?

I had an English teacher who noticed I liked to jot down ideas. He got me started with a journal then helped me to write actual stories. I had my first published, thanks to him, in a local paper when I was sixteen. I was hooked after that and I'm happiest when I'm writing my stories.

How often do you write?

Ideally? I try to write a least an hour a day and as much as I can on my days off from my regular job. That doesn't always work out but I do make a conscious effort. I also keep a notebook with me everywhere I go and I'm constantly writing notes, dialog, ideas and character names in it.

Where do you get your ideas from?

Well, I write mostly about the Vietnam War and era, so most of my ideas come from there. I've done a great deal of research on the war and time period and there is no lack of material to draw ideas from.

What part of the publishing process do you like the best?

The acceptance! After that, working with my editor to make my story the best it can be. I've been blessed with a super editor I think the world of.

How do you feel when you receive your covers?

I've had two covers done, and I felt in both cases, the artists hit them out of the ball park. I couldn't be more thrilled with the results.

Are you anxious about reviews?

Hell yes! Isn't everyone?

Which genre are you most comfortable writing?

Right now I only write M/M military romances so that's the one I'm most comfortable with. I didn't intend to become a M/M romance writer but here I am!

Are there any you have yet to try?

I think I'd like to one day get into murder mysteries but that would be a ways down the road. I'd love to write television dramas one day too.

What works do you have in store for us lucky readers in the future?

My current novel, VN2, just released a few days ago. It's a futuristic setting on a jungle world, much like Vietnam. I'm also working on two other projects--one a WWII novel set in southern England, 1944. And a prequel to my first novel, <i>Lost and Found</i>--that will be set entirely in Vietnam in 1968. Both are, again, M/M military romances.

If you could go anywhere, any time, and money was no object, where would you go, why, and who with?

There would be two situations I'd love--both would end up in Hawaii. The first one would be 1987. I'd love to go there with my closest friend, Melanie, to see the series Tour of Duty when it was being filmed there. I'd love to go on the locations and meet the cast and on-set military advisors. The second would be, again with Melanie, to the Sunset on the Beach Party on September 10th in Waikiki. We'd have a blast!

Sounds like that would be fabulous fun! Thank you so much for joining us here today, Gwenna. We wish you much success in your writing career!

Now, dear readers, feast your eyes on an excerpt from Gwenna's book!


Doc spoke to him, trying to get his attention, but Nathan ignored him. He had more important things to worry about and they centered around the young Truebred. The officer still shifted, keeping the wall at his back, trying to keep an eye on everyone even as he shook his head.

Something that had died with Ben six months ago woke anew in Nathan. The Bond whispered at him, insistent, nudging him with the realization that the young officer would be his new mate.

And that made Nathan pause as he realized what was happening. It had been more than eighteen years but he could still remember when the Bond had recognized him and Ben for each other.

Now it recognized two incomplete souls that were meant to be a whole, the Bond singing along Nathan's nerves. In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and he would no longer be alone.

This could not be happening—he couldn't, shouldn't be Bonding—again.

But the Bond continued to urge him to go to the Truebred who would be his new mate. For a long moment, the room disappeared around him and Nathan found himself standing on a different plane, the young officer there with him. They looked at each other, the other man in confusion as the newly forming Bond shimmered around them. Nate reached for him…

Nate! Listen to me!

Doc grabbed his arm, trying to pull him around but Nathan yanked free with a growl. Back off, medic!

The remaining Regulars who had backed the officer into a corner must have sensed the guy was near the end of his rope. With nods to each other, they started to advance on the Truebred. The lieutenant raised his head, eyes brilliant and shifted his weight forward. It was apparent to everyone he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

"Damn brat, you're gonna know respect when we get done with ya'." The one with the broken nose motioned his two buddies to close in.

The room hazed red in front of Nathan's eyes. There was no way he was going to let these bastards get hold of that officer. The Bond called him, pulling at him, reminding him that the officer belonged to him. He felt like he was on fire.

The Bond recognized him as Nathan's and that was all Nathan could understand.

The Regulars closed in, the lieutenant backing up against the wall, head still held high. In the part of his mind that was still sane, Nathan could hear Doc relaying Sean's orders to the rest of the team to help out.

Broken Nose made a grab for the Truebred even as the Flannigan twins grabbed his two buddies from behind. Nathan lunged between the Regular and the lieutenant, shouldering the bastard back. "Back the hell off, now!"

"You got no claim here, Bonded!" Broken Nose's eyes were filled with fury. He came at Nathan, fist raised.

His vision still hazed in red, Nathan grabbed the man by the arm and slammed him hard against the wall. Dazed, Broken Nose slid to the floor. The Flannigans had the other two well in hand when Nathan turned to the young officer.

Forgetting about Broken Nose, Nathan faced the Truebred. They needed to get the hell out of there. Nathan needed to get the Truebred someplace safe. He reached out, grabbing him by the arm even as the other man looked up with large, dark eyes.

It was like coming into contact with a live, electrical current.

White-hot pain knifed through Nathan’s mind, stabbing behind his eyes and driving him to his knees, gasping for breath. He was besieged by the roar of hundreds of voices, overwhelmed with alternating waves of fury and terror that tore into his thoughts. Lost in an instant in a sea of confusion, he caught a disjointed vision from eyes not his own, looking back at all of them, himself included as he lay on the floor. All of it was hazed in red, like his mind was on fire and being pulled apart at the same time.

Someone was screaming and Nathan couldn't be sure it wasn't him.

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1 comment:

Marketing Director said...

Thank you for hosting Gwenna today. Great interview.
Marketing Director with Breathless Press