Chanta Rand (Author Interview)
with Chanta Rand
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I’m a multi-published author of 13 contemporary and historical romance novels. My latest novel, Rise of a Queen is a Medieval African romance featuring a young woman who will do anything to be queen.
You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?
Definitely Mr. Darcy. Who doesn’t love a mysterious brooding hero? Besides, Mr. Darcy has a generous heart. Sherlock is just a smartass know it all.
Tell us about your favorite hero from one of your stories.
What do you love about him? Vic Romano from my book, Blueprint for Love is one of my favorite heroes. An ex-con who spent five years in prison, he’s a cross between an Alpha hero and a Beta hero. He’s cocky but vulnerable, and he stands up for the underdog. Plus, with his bronzed complexion and dark waves deep enough to swim in, he’s a bonafide hunk.
What’s the most exotic setting you’ve chosen for one of your stories and why did you choose it?
Ancient Egypt. I’ve always been fascinated by queens and pharaohs. I traveled to Cairo in 2010. I visited the Valley of the Kings. It was a life-altering trip. I learned so much history from my guide. I simply had to incorporate this splendid civilization into two of my historical romances, Pharaoh’s Desire and the sequel, Goddess. If you love reading about Egypt with a dash of murder, mayhem, and steamy sex, you’ll love those two books.
How do your family and friends feel about your romance writing?
My dad proudly tells everyone his daughter is a published author who writes naughty books! My mom is one of my beta readers. She gives me feedback on the flow of each book. She also takes a first pass at correcting my grammatical errors. My husband is my biggest supporter. He’s part of the reason I write. When I got laid off of work in 2009, he told me to use the time to write instead of looking for a job. During the 9 months I was out of work, I wrote my two top-selling books (Pharaoh’s Desire and The Highest Bidder).
Chanta Jefferson Rand is an Emma Award winning Debut Author of the Year, a multi-published, best-selling author of sizzling-hot romance, and the former host of The Chanta Rand Show. An avid reader of all genres, she stepped onto the scene in 2010 with her first published historical romance, Pharaoh’s Desire.
Chanta is a history junkie, a Walking Dead fan, and a recovering shoe addict. She never met a stiletto she didn’t like! If you still want more, check her out at www.ChantaRand.com or email her at Chanta@chantarand.com.
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Rise of a Queen
1061 AD. A sprawling empire rich in gold, resources, and military might dominates West Africa. It’s The Kingdom of Ghana, and it’s at the height of its power.
Twenty-year old Nabeela is grappling with her own power struggle. In order to save her younger sister from their step-brother’s clutches, Nabeela agrees to marry a repulsive African prince and bear him an heir. However, her plans are waylaid when tragedy strikes on her wedding night—her new husband dies—without consummating their marriage.
She must find a replacement to impregnate her immediately. Any man will do—including a drunken soldier her servants find naked taking a bath in a neighboring village. Nabeela holds him captive and coerces him into having sex with her—stealing the one thing he can never get back—his seed.
What she doesn’t know is the soldier is Rafan, Commander of a warring tribe’s royal army, and one of her family’s arch enemies. Eager for revenge, Rafan tracks her down once he’s released. But when these two reunite, they realize their lust for each other is far greater than their disdain.
Enamored by Nabeela’s beauty and bravery, Rafan makes her an offer of marriage, and the promise to help her become queen. He convinces her that they are stronger allies than enemies. Even though they share a commitment to unite, there are others who are determined to destroy them and their plans, including the one person Nabeela would have never suspected. In the end, she’s is forced to choose between her passion and her ambition.
His arms and legs tingled with the familiar numbness of limbs that had stayed too long for hours in one position. He tried to move, to massage the tightness in his muscles, but found his arms and legs were bound. His heartbeat quickened. For some reason, he was being restrained. Why? Had he been captured by enemy soldiers? No. He would be dead by now. Whoever held him wanted him alive. That was their first mistake.
“Water,” he commanded.
Within moments, a woman appeared at his side. Shrouded in kente-patterned robes and a veil adorned with gold beads and cowrie shells, all he could see were her eyes and a glimpse of her mahogany skin. Sable orbs rimmed with kohl eyeliner and framed by lush lashes and thin, dark eyebrows stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
“What is your name?” she asked.
He itched to see the lips that had asked that question. Were they as pretty as her eyes? The men of his clan wore veils; the women didn’t. Who was she? His gaze dropped from her face to the bindings on one of his wrists. He was tied up like a wild beast. He pulled at his restraints. They were fashioned from tough animal tendons, thickly bundled, and tied in intricate knots, like those a sailor who’d fastened his items in preparation for a storm would use. The more he pulled, the more the bindings dug into his flesh.
He glared at her. “My name is of no consequence to you. Only my fury, which you shall feel the full wrath of if you do not release me!”
She shook her head. “I need something from you, and if you don’t willfully give it, I must take it. I will release you once I have what I want.”
“And what is that? Gold? Ivory? Salt? I am not a rich man, and I don’t take kindly to thieves.”
“What I want from you has no value to anyone but me.”
This woman spoke in riddles. If what she desired had no value to anyone but her, why did she want it? He let out a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. At least he was dealing with a female—the weaker sex. No one else had entered the room, and she made demands only for herself. So, perhaps he need not fear for his life. Indeed, maybe he could coax her into releasing him. Then, once he was free, there would be hell to pay.
“Perhaps we can both get what we want,” he conceded. “What is it you seek?”
“I am being forced to bear a child. My husband died this night on our wedding night. I must produce an heir. There are no other viable men to do this.”
“I don’t see how that is any of my concern.”
“You will help me. You will give me your seed.”
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