A.J. Norris (Author Interview)
July 12, 2016
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I write romantic suspense and paranormal romance. My newest book is called Her Black Wings. It’s the first book of a series called the Dark Amulet Series. The second book in the series, Her Black Heart releases August 23, 2016.
Some people love them, some hate them. What’s your stance on alpha heroes?
I love alpha heroes but I also love heroines that can stand up to their antagonists. In Her Black Wings, the heroine Amalya, becomes mentally stronger throughout the book (although she considered herself tough) and stops running from her fears. She learns she is strong enough to save her own soul with or without the hero.
Tell us about your favorite hero from one of your stories. What do you love about him?
I’d have to say that my favorite hero is a detective, named Harry. When I first started writing the book he’s in (Tattoo Killer), he wasn’t supposed to be the hero because he was a secondary character but he wouldn’t shut up. I love him because he’s older and wiser but not so old that he can’t have a little fun wink wink.
How do your family and friends feel about your romance writing?
My friends and family are supportive, especially my husband. He puts up with all my late night writing. My parents are great too and my mom reads my books but I scared to let my dad read them because of the sex scenes. 😉
What stories do you have in the works right now?
I’m working on book three of the Dark Amulet Series, called Her Black Soul. I also have a romantic suspense called Tattoo Killer which will be released sometime later this year. I also plan to write a sequel for it as well.
A.J. Norris is a romantic suspense and paranormal romance novelist. She began writing as a way to dim down the voices inside her head. She enjoys being able to get inside someone else’s head, even a fictional one, and see what they see. Watching how her characters deal with difficult situations or squirm with the uncomfortable ones make the hard work of writing all worth it. She is a movie buff, especially book adaptations, loves watching her son play baseball and communing with other writers. She lives with her family who are extremely tolerant (at least most of the time) of all her late nights behind the computer.
Amalya Rivers longs to die and end her lonely existence—but it doesn’t work out that way…
A former runaway turned criminal, Amalya is murdered and thrust into a treacherous world full of red-skinned, horned beasts under the control of the Demon Ruler, Abaddon, instead of enjoying peace and serenity like she hoped. But saving a young child from a certain brutal death in the last moments of her life has earned her a chance at salvation.
Elliott the Redeemer wants no part in saving another soul…
After one too many failures at redeeming lost souls, the nail-biting, self-pitying Elliott has had enough of his work and would prefer to live out his eternity on Earth drowning in bourbon. It doesn’t matter that Amalya has grown black feathered wings signifying the good that still dwells within her. He can’t risk failure again.
Amalya must save someone from her past in order to escape Abaddon’s rule…
She has to prevent the now grown child she saved from committing murder or risk returning to Netherworld with Abaddon for good. She can’t do it alone, though. Amalya needs the help of the angel sent to guide her, but their emerging love might not be enough to convince Elliott she’s worth the risk.
Amalya loves her black wings. She knows she’s meant to be an angel—and she will stop at nothing to prove it…
“You can touch them if you want.”
Placing a hand on the cushion at her hip, he leaned down. He ran a palm along one of the top arches of her wings. She closed her eyes and moaned, carried away by the new sensation. His touch felt erotic. What was the deal with that? He seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. Then he stopped, got off the couch, and went to gaze out the sliding glass door.
The angel stared outside. When he didn’t move for five minutes, Amalya became curious to see what he was looking at so intently through the glass. She pulled herself to a sitting position. Straightening out her legs, she placed her bare feet on the putrid yellow carpet. When she took a step toward him, she almost tripped over one of the shoes Aba had given her. She looked around for the other pump. It was missing. Damn; she’d liked them too.
She stood beside him about to take her first glimpse of Earth in ten years. The fact that it had only been a couple of days for them didn’t matter; she was nervous. All she could see was an overcast sky, reminding her of the last moments of her life. She had to step closer to the glass to get a better view. The balcony beyond the door-wall was enclosed with a black wrought iron railing. They were up high, maybe on the top floor of a ten or so story building. She expected to see snow on the ground. Instead, grass covered the courtyard below. What had happened to winter?