Hello all! Grab yourself a cup of tea or coffee and please welcome the fab Sydney Lain who’s here to answer a few questions!
What did you enjoy most about writing this story?
I loved the character interaction. Caleb can’t read people and Laird tells a lot a lies. He doesn’t trust anyone. When Laird pushes Caleb away with lies, Caleb doesn’t always see it. That interaction was a lot of fun to write.
What’s a typical writing day like for you?
I wake up between 3:00 A.M. to 3:30 A.M to write before work; I get home between 5:00 P.M. and 9:00 P.M, so on some evenings I write. Sunday is my best writing day. My weekly goal is 5,000 words, which is higher than I usually achieve.
Do you have a designated writing area at home? What’s it like?
I’m all over the place. Sometimes I sit on the couch. Sometimes I sit at the dining room table. My cats likes to help the writing process by being there for me, so occasionally, I’m running from room to room to avoid them.
What’s your writing process like? Are you a plotter, a pantser, or both?
I started off as a panster. It took a lot longer finish a book. I had a lot of rewrites and more rough drafts, but I wouldn’t label my writing as a plotter. I’m leaning more towards that than a panster.
I start a Google doc. There I summarize each chapter. Not long summaries. About two sentences each. I don’t finish all the chapter summaries, but the beginning is always completed before I write the beginning and so on. I work on a three hundred-word description, too. That’s started before I start writing. I like to use a Google doc because it’s always with me. I can read and edit it from anywhere— on the grocery line, during lunch, at the car mechanic.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
I read and listen to audio books. I also like nature photography.
Coffee or tea?
I never drink coffee. Hate the taste. Every morning, I start off my day with a cup of Green Tea.
What are you working on now?
I’m working on book 11 in the Space Warriors series. The main character is unlike the other warriors in the series. He’s tough, but scarred and a little more jaded.
What are you finding to be the most challenging part of being a published author?
I’m not good at networking. I’m introverted, so social networking was never my thing. I wasn’t on Facebook, but had a twitter account that I never used. At times, I feel like I’m fumbling through it.
What advice would you give to an aspiring author looking to get published?
Write everyday. Don’t give up. It’s hard to sit at a blank screen. I write through it.
What are your plans for the future? What more can we look forward to from you?
I want to write a story that deals with first love, losing that and then getting second chance. I write Paranormal and sci-fi, M/M romances. Elements of those will be mixed in. I’m outlining a holiday story, so I plan to start that soon.
Caleb’s Avenger (Space Warriors 8)
Laird watched his family die. The tragic event turned him into a man obsessed with revenge. Determined to reach beneath the surface, Caleb tries to learn Laird’s secrets, but he ends up in mess after mess after Laird leaves him in the middle of different disasters. Will Caleb see through Laird’s lies in time to save his life?
Standing on the street and being shocked by the turn of events almost had Laird nodding, then following behind the warrior like some pet shop whore. The confusion wore off and he remembered the reason he was waiting.
“No. I don’t go anywhere with strangers.” This time he forced a glare. Laird just needed to keep reminding both of them that they were nothing more than strangers.
The stranger nodded in approval, which only annoyed him more. Like he needed this man’s approval for anything, but that’s not what bothered him. Laird had liked receiving it. How long had it been since someone complimented him?
“I’m Lieutenant Caleb Crestforth, the Defiant’s first officer.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”
The hand edged closer. He cringed back, acting like the approaching arm was a flaming torch that wanted to set his body on fire.
“Someone not interested in exchanging names with you.” His response met another of Caleb’s nods of approval.
“Good. Not a pushover.” Caleb gave him a half smile.
Now he was even more annoyed, not something he thought possible. “Look here. Others might appreciate your approval, but not me.”
Muscles flexed before Caleb folded both arms over his chest. Laird took a step back and waited for the fist, ready to drop to the ground to avoid it before running away.
“You think I’m going to hit you?”
He rolled his eyes. “I put nothing past you, stranger.” He let the word stranger roll slowly off his tongue. Laird might know this man’s name, but that wasn’t enough to make him anything more than a stranger.
Just before Caleb could reply, heavy footsteps stopped him.
“We found you.”
Laird froze. He recognized the cruelty without having to see the man’s face. He’d been so preoccupied with Caleb that he forgot to watch for the real bad guys. Three men approached from behind, and with Caleb blocking his front, Laird felt trapped.
This was all Caleb’s fault. He shook the blame away. Thinking like that wouldn’t help him. Besides, this stranger was a warrior and most likely Warsarian. Unlike Laird, if it came down to a fight, Caleb could take care of himself. Warsarians had a reputation of cold ruthlessness. They were the deadliest warriors in the universe. That gave him a wicked idea, but his survival always came first. He had two important reasons to get out of this mess alive and, hopefully, unharmed.
“Boss, they found us,” Laird said as he turned to face Caleb. He batted his eyelashes at the Warsarian. The shocked expression on the warrior’s face made him a little more devilish. He gave the warrior a mischievous wink before turning to the men that worked for Taurus.
“Go away before my boss”—not sure if the men were as stupid as all of Taurus’s lackeys, he pointed his thumb at the man behind him—“Caleb Crestforth gets angry. You don’t want to see him angry,” he warned, knowing full well that these men would be drawn in by his words and not chased away by the threat of death. Some people had no survival skills. Caleb was a fierce warrior. His mere physical appearance would’ve sent smart men running away.
The men stared at his “boss.” Their eyes narrowed as they ignored him and surrounded Caleb. Laird took a step back and placed Caleb between him and his would-be attackers. Men this stupid couldn’t see the dangerous warrior ready to rip heads off. Laird slowly backed away. He never wanted to face Caleb’s anger, and right now, he was the only one that Caleb should be angry with. Rather than wait for the warrior to figure that out, Laird continued backing up.
“What are you planning?” Caleb asked.
He gave Caleb a sad smile, but the warrior only had eyes for the threat looming closer. Laird liked the handsome, overfriendly stranger, but Caleb needed to learn not to talk to strangers. The world was full of men that would screw a man over like he’d just done.
“I’ll head back to our ship.” Then he added a larger nail to Caleb’s coffin. “The Defiant has everything onboard. Take your time and play.”
Caleb turned briefly to glare at him, but Laird wasn’t sure what made the warrior angrier. It could’ve been the way Laird tossed him to Taurus’s goons without explaining the situation, or perhaps it was giving away the name of Caleb’s ship.
Since the Warsarians had arrived with the Elvarian king, warships floated in space, orbiting above the atmosphere, and docked on the planet. Taurus’s men would look for the Defiant, but they had to search through a lot of areas to find it. If their attackers managed to escape, they’d go after Caleb’s ship. No matter the outcome, these men would spend more time trying to get the better of each other while Laird focused on fixing his ship and destroying Taurus.
Laird slowly backed up. He met Caleb’s glare and smiled. He mouthed the words thank you. The warrior rolled his eyes and nodded. Caleb wasn’t angry. He seemed to want him far away from the fighting. Now, he wanted to stay. Under normal circumstances, he might have done just that, but his two reasons for getting away were more important than anyone or anything else. As Laird turned the corner, Caleb, strong and magnificent, readied for battle. Taurus’s men didn’t stand a chance.
Sydney was born and raised in the Northeast of the United States. She loves to read fantasy, contemporary, and paranormal romance novels. After years of devouring book after book, Sydney started writing her own stories. She enjoys creating complex characters and throwing them together and letting the story write itself.