Jane Godman (Author Interview + Book Review)
Before I introduce you to today’s guest, I have a big announcement—my first official book review hits the blog…now! Since you can read all about the book in the rest of this post, I’ll skip the usual story summary and get right to the good stuff.
I’ve had the great pleasure of reading Jane Godman’s Otherworld Renegade, a paranormal romance. As my regular readers will know, I write PNR and I also read it voraciously, so I was happy receive this book gratis in exchange for a review. Jane Godman has crafted a rich paranormal world, reminiscent of Kresley Cole or Gena Showalter, but with enough unique twists to make it a world unto itself. Fae, necromancers, zombies, and even the devil himself—What more could you want in a paranormal romance? The hero is tough but caring, the heroine has guts and heart, and the love scenes pump out enough steam to keep readers warm on a cold winter’s night.
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.Hello, my name is Jane Godman. I live in England. I’m married to a lovely man and am mum to two grown up children.
I write in a variety of romance genre including paranormal, historical, gothic and romantic suspense. Many of my stories are tinged with the supernatural and feature haunted characters tormented by dark secrets.
What inspired you to write romance fiction?
I’ve written for as long as I can remember. As a teenager, I lived in South Africa, and my best friend and I discovered the novels of Kathleen E Woodiwiss when we were thirteen. We used to spend our evenings writing books in the style of ‘The Wolf and the Dove’. When I had a big birthday (let’s just say it had a zero at the end), my friend gave me an amazing present. She had kept one of the books I wrote when I was fourteen! It’s a medieval romance, written in felt tip pen. I’m very proud of it and it gave me the push I needed to start submitting my work to publishers.
You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?
While I love Mr. Darcy (who doesn’t?), I think he could be quite boring on a date. He’s basically very formal and reserved, isn’t he? I don’t think he’d open up and be very interesting (although he might smolder).
So, I’d have to say Sherlock Holmes, who, whatever else he might be, would never be boring! Wacky, infuriating and quite possibly dangerous, but never dull. And just think of all the stories he’d have to tell about his adventures!
Some people love them, some hate them. What’s your stance on alpha heroes?
In my paranormal romances, all my heroes are alpha heroes! A paranormal story needs a hero who storms in and gets things done. Those in the anti-alpha camp will complain that alpha heroes are too controlling. That might be the case, but in a story where vampires and werewolves are battling it out for supremacy or an evil witch is about to seize control of the world, a hero who is in control is EXACTLY what is needed.
I get that it is the control side of their nature that makes alpha heroes behave in ways that can set some readers’ teeth on edge. But that’s what makes me love them. At heart, they are good guys, who will be saved from the consequences of their alpha-ness by the heroine.
Even in my other stories, I have to admit that most of my heroes are alphas! But I’m just thinking about a werewolf romance I’ve written in which the hero AND the heroine are alphas. Now that makes for an interesting relationship!
Jane Godman writes in a variety of genre. Many of her stories are tinged with the supernatural and feature haunted characters tormented by dark secrets.
The Otherworld Series are the paranormal romances she writes for Harlequin Nocturne. Otherworld is a magical realm existing just beyond mortal sight. The Otherworld Series tells the stories of the heroes who fight to protect this beautiful place from the battles threatening to tear it apart.
Jane writes steamy historical romance for Samhain Publishing and books in her Georgian Rebel Series feature compelling heroes who fight hard for the cause they believe in and harder for the women they love.
The Jago Legacy Series, her gothic romances, are love stories with a dash of horror and a creepily ever after.
Set around the Isle of Man, her dark erotic romantic suspense books, The Cunning Prophet Series, feature psychic elements and a charismatic, obsessive villain.
Jane also has a three book series with Harlequin Romantic Suspense and a six book series with St Martin’s Press Romance to look forward to soon.
Jane lives in England. She’s married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children.
Claiming her felt like his destiny…but could prove to be his ultimate undoing.
Desperate to flee a horrific arranged marriage, Princess Tanzi turned to the only man who could help. Lorcan Malone, infamous necromancer, had vowed to come to her aid whenever she needed him. And even as they traveled from the mortal world into the fantastical Otherworld, Tanzi knew her true need ran deeper than just a rescue.
She was his enemy’s daughter. A renegade like Lorcan had no business craving a Fae princess, one intended for a greater calling. Yet he was powerless to resist the pull to do more than protect Tanzi…
“Trust me, Tanzi. If you need me, I will know.”
Those words, spoken by Lorcan Malone in the heat of battle, must have been a bit of Irish blarney. He probably didn’t even remember who she was, let alone recall their strange encounter on that fateful day. So why, in this moment—when she was in more trouble than she could ever have imagined possible—was she suddenly experiencing a fierce longing for the bad-boy necromancer with the twinkling blue eyes?
It’s called clutching at straws, she told herself. It’s what you’re doing right now instead of facing reality and finding your own way out of this madness.
“What are you thinking, my daughter?” Moncoya, exiled King of the Faeries, watched her face.
“I’m thinking that defeat has unhinged you. That you have finally done what others have whispered of for years and taken leave of your senses.” Never before had Tanzi spoken so boldly to him. Defiance was the trait her twin sister, Vashti, proudly exhibited. Tanzi had always been the acquiescent one. Until now. There were some things she could not bow down and agree to. This was one of them.
Moncoya’s perfect features hardened with fury. His blue eyes, so like her own with their sidhe ring of fire encircling the iris, lit with a brighter inner blaze. His fingers tightened on the arm of his chair so that his knuckles gleamed white in stark contrast to the black polish that decorated his perfectly manicured nails. Tanzi braced herself. His retribution would be swift and merciless. She couldn’t hope to match him in strength, but she might be able to outrun him.
The outcome hung in the balance for seconds that stretched into minutes. Then Moncoya laughed. It was a brittle, mirthless sound that set Tanzi’s teeth buzzing. She knew that laugh well. It had never boded well in her childhood. She didn’t imagine things had changed. Unexpectedly, he relaxed back into his seat.
“My child, you are overwhelmed by the honor I have arranged for you. I should have foreseen this.” He rose, draping a deceptively casual arm about her shoulders. “Walk with me a while.”
They stepped through a set of double doors straight onto a sand-and-shingle beach. The entire island, known locally as the Silver Isle, seemed to be made up of sand. Even the ocher-hued cliffs looked ready to crumble into grit at the touch of a fingertip. Ferns, wild fennel and coarse bamboo grasses clung determinedly to soil that was a combination of granule and dust. Tanzi thought of her father’s palace, of the precisely laid-out gardens leading down to the elegant lake. She glanced back over her shoulder at the beachside villa they had just left. Sea breezes and salt water had taken their toll on its elegance so that it had a faded charm she doubted her father would acknowledge. In comparison with the soaring, white marble palace she had called “home” for all her life, it was a shack.