Don’t Cheat Me INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:
So you are a husband and wife writing duo. Why the penname Jackie May? Why not use both of your names?
Mainly because Kelly is already an established young adult writer under her name. (Kelly Oram). She was going to need a penname for this anyway, and we figured having one name for both of us was simply easier. (And it looked nicer on the cover, lol.) Jackie May is the name of our only daughter. We “borrowed” it from her, which she thinks is kind of cool, but she also keeps asking for her portion of the profits. We told her we’d negotiate when she starts paying her own living expenses.
How do you like writing together?
It’s both a blessing and a curse. We love being able to work together on something we’re both so passionate about. It’s great to be able to discuss everything together and bounce ideas off each other. And we love being able to both work from home together and have the same schedule. It can be difficult to navigate our creative differences, though, and there are plenty of those. It’s not like we can just hang up the phone or turn off the chat when we’re annoying each other. The tricky part is to work through those creative differences without it turning into a fight that affects our family.
What was your inspiration behind the Nora Jacobs series?
We’re both big fantasy geeks. When we decided write together, we knew we needed to pick a genre that we both liked. When we settled on urban fantasy, we both agreed we liked the classic “case of the week” structure. The Nora Jacobs books are inspired by some of our favorite urban fantasy series. Think the earlier books in the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, The Kate Daniels series by Ilona Andrews, The Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs, and The Chicagoland Vampires series by Chloe Neill.
Why did you choose to set the books in Detroit?
What better place to set a dark and dangerous underworld full of monsters than the beat-up, rundown, dangerous city of Detroit? Kelly spent her teenage years in a suburb of Detroit so she has some personal ties to it, and it definitely lives up to it’s reputation. She’s got a couple of scary stories about getting lost in Detroit and literally knows more than one person who has been shot while in the city. We found it a fitting stomping ground for our supernatural creatures.
What advice do you have for aspiring authors?
READ! Anything and everything you can get your hands on. The more you read, the better your writing will be. Also, WRITE! Practice makes perfect. Chances are, that first draft of that first book you write will not be publishable. That doesn’t make you a bad writer. It makes you normal. Between the two of us, we completed dozens of novels before either of us had one we felt was good enough to be published. Writing is just like anything else. It takes time, patience, hard work, and a lot of practice.
What are you working on next?
We have a novella releasing in August as part of the Realms and Rebels Anthology. (Pre-order links on our website, www.jackiemayauthor.com) It’s 26 New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors coming together to bring you 22 reverse harem novellas filled with magic, danger, mystery, adventure and romance. We were thrilled to be invited to participate in the anthology with so many amazing authors.
Then, this fall we’re releasing the first book in a companion series to the Nora Jacobs books. The Shayne Davies series is set in the same world as Nora Jacobs and has a lot of character crossover. The first book in the Shayne Davies series, The Devil to Pay, will be released before the third Nora Jacobs book because it comes next chronologically. Nora 3 will release after that. So many books! There’s lotsto look forward to from us, so make sure to join our new release mailing list and our facebook group to keep updated with us.
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Don’t Cheat Me (Nora Jacobs #2) EXCERPT
“Hey, sexy, how about you bring a shot of Angelfireand that pretty little ass over here.”
I pour a shot of the fey alcohol and bring it to the tactless man with a forced smile. As I take the cash he lays out on the counter, he grabs my arm and pulls me close. “You know, I’ve never had a human before—they’re not usually worth my time—but I’d make an exception for you.”
I yank my arm back. “Not interested, thanks.”
I start to walk away, so he quickly downs his shot and asks for another. “What’s the matter? Think you’re too good to bed an underworlder?”
I smirk as I fill his shot glass with another round of the light blue liquid. “Nope. Just too good for cocky assholes.”
I don’t have time to regret running my mouth off before the man has me by the throat and is pulling me across the counter to his seething face. “I’ll show you manners, human. You’re nothing but an insect in my world. A plaything. And now you’ll be mine. I’ll have you begging for death for all eternity.”
His thoughts are scarier than his words. He plans to follow through on his threat. He knows many fey in the winter court that keep human pets. He’s never seen the appeal, but now he wants nothing more than to humiliate me and make me suffer. And maybe he’ll eat me once he’s bored of the torture.
His grip is so strong I can’t breathe, but before I start to see spots in my vision, Wulf and Nick rip me apart from the psychotic winter faerie. Wulf has me behind him, using his body to physically shield me, while Nick has the faerie laid out on the bar by his throat. The man is wailing in pain, and it takes me a moment to figure out it’s because Nick’s buried a dagger in the man’s shoulder, hilt deep. Judging from the screams of pain, the dagger is made of iron, which is poisonous to faeries. “What was that about begging for death for all eternity?” Nick asks. “Is that how you like to play?”
“But she’s human,” the faerie cries, as if that justifies his actions.
Wulf growls at this, and his whole body begins to shake. I place a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. I’ve heard that werewolves like physical touch, and a gesture to tell him I’m all right should help with his protective instincts. I’ve never seen a werewolf shift, and I don’t really want to see one now while he’s pissed and I’m trapped behind a bar with him. I want to say something soothing, but honestly, I’m too scared to get any words out. That faerie has a dark, twisted mind.
“She is an employee of this club and Terrance’s only clan,” Nick says.
The fey’s eyes pop wide open. “She’s his clan?”
“His first.” Nick nods. “And he’s especially fond of her. So I would advise you to leave her alone. In fact, I bet you’re a dead man walking once Terrance figures out you’re the asshole who put the bruises around her neck.”
Nick’s eyes do that thing they do when he gets really pissed. The pupils turn into vertical slits. It’s freaky looking. He also emits some kind of power. I can’t really explain it. I don’t know what kind of underworlder Nick is. It’s rude to ask, and he’s never offered the information up. But it’s something totally badass that scares even the nastiest underworlders. Mr. Creepy Fey Man is squirming under his grip, looking like he’s about to piss himself. “I’m sorry,” he whines. “I didn’t know who she was. I’ll leave. Just let me up before Terrance comes.”
“Maybe we should leave him pinned to the bar for a while,” Wulf says, making the fey’s eyes go wide again. “That’ll send the message that Nora is off limits, which might appease Terrance.”
I can’t help the way my mouth falls open. “You’re not serious.”
Wulf gives me a grim look. “This man disrespected Terrance’s staff. That won’t go unpunished—house rules.”
“Terrance will kill him for touching you, unless we punish him first,” Nick adds, backing up Wulf’s claims.
They’re not kidding. They plan to keep this guy staked to the counter the way he is. The underworld runs on a different set of rules. It’s brutal and dangerous. If I want to survive it, I need to learn to stomach the darker side of it and trust those who have my well-being at heart.
“Okay,” I say, since both Wulf and Nick seem to be waiting for my approval. It’s not that hard to agree, considering how evil the man’s thoughts were. “Let’s leave him for a while.”
“Put a sign on him so everyone knows,” Nick says.
Wulf writes a note on a pad that says I touched the human girl. He puts it on the faerie’s chest. “Hold this, and don’t drop it.”
The man grips the message and holds it against his chest where everyone who gets close can read it. But he’s squirming, swearing, sweating, and hollering about the pain. I have no doubt it hurts. Nick has no sympathy for him. “Shut your mouth,” he says, touching the dagger’s hilt and twisting it ever so slightly, causing the faerie to scream in real agony. “This is a tender mercy. Stop whining, or I’ll put this dagger through your heart to shut you up.”
I’m not surprised when the faerie shuts his mouth and keeps his discomfort to mild whimpers from then on. If Nick had looked at me the same way he looked at that guy just now, I’d find a way to forget about the pain, too.