Since Timur’s Escape, is a historical piece based on Turkish mythology it required a tone of research and sometimes even translating Turkish to English. Some of my research has concluded reading ancient legal transcripts, or fatwas, relating to vampires. You can find more information about my research on my website at: https://www.tabislick.com/2018/09/TimursEscape-bibliography.html
I have 2 full length novels published that are a part of the “Tompkin’s School trilogy”, I’m currently working on the final book now. It is a tale about twins, Izara and Kain Torvik, from New York City who are shipped off to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. There they discover that the school has had a long history of having its students disappear. Not just any students, but the ones suspected of having magical abilities. This causes trouble when the twins transform on the full moon into these beings with wings, claws, and dark powers that seem to want to control them.
My novella “Unforgivables” was published last Spring and is a backstory to the “Tompkin’s School trilogy”. It’s about a girl in a 19th century London, England with very similar abilities to the Torvik twins who also transforms on the full moon. It is sort of a prequel to the “Tompkin’s School trilogy”, which has been my inspiration for really all of my writings including my next novel, Timur’s Escape. If all goes well with my editor it will be released in February, 2019. It is set in a 17th Century Ottoman Empire where the fate of the empire lies in the hands of one vampire.
I would have to say “Unforgivables” is my favorite so far. It was such a thrill to write about a girl who gets swept up into the circus life. Each character stole my heart and I look forward to writing its continuation.
My first two books were always meant to be a trilogy. What I did not expect was to have all these other stories developing out of it! But I enjoy the Tompkin’s School world, the early years and the current so it’ll be fun writing the adventure.
Right now I’m working on rewrites for my editor so I’m not exactly in my normal writing schedule right now. When I’m not in the editing phase, a normal work schedule goes something like this: Write for 5 hours, break for lunch, then run errands. Depending on when my deadline is and how my writing is going I will spend Mondays or Fridays on marketing. I tend to try to hit a particular word count, but this is determined by the project.
Yes I do! It’s titled Timur’s Escape and is a Paranormal & Historical Fantasy with a heartwarming, edge of your seat romance. You can preorder at Barnes and Noble and Kobo now.
The shadow reached for the door and slipped into the chamber, her footsteps no louder than a moth fluttering in the wind. Moonlight illuminated a spacious room blanketed with rare carpets and sofas. At its center, a large canopy made of India’s finest silks hung above the bed cushion where a woman laid, fast asleep. A sudden movement halted the intruder’s advances. From behind the woman, a little boy sat up, blinking owlishly back at the intruder.
“Be still, Mustafa,” her soothing voice whispered from underneath the cloak.
With one swift movement, she removed the hood. Naz’s cunning eyes sparkled bronze in the moonlight that illuminated the room. Her ivory skin glowed against onyx hair that fell in neat waves. For a moment her pupils dilated and her hazel irises were replaced with fire. The sultan’s only son and heir stood before her, tears streaming down his face. A cry escaped him, threatening to wake the sleeping woman. She swiftly stepped forward, securing her gaze on the child.
“You are not in danger,” her melodic voice whispered.
The power in her words curled through the air and landed on Mustafa. He became mesmerized, his eyes frozen on hers. With a wave of her hand, the child obediently moved from the bed and backed himself into the farthest corner of the chamber. Satisfied that the child would not be in her way, she crept closer to the woman that lay on the bed. She lowered herself inches from the sleeping woman’s enchanting face, taking in her scent. Bringing her hand to the woman’s neck, she caressed her pulsating vein before plunging her teeth into its depths.”
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Tompkin’s School: For The Dearly Departed