RW: What’s your story/back story? Why would
someone come up with a story about YOU?
RS: I used to be a demon hunter, until a
demon got the better of my partner and me in a church in New Mexico. I walked
away from that. My partner didn’t. Now the scariest things I hunt are
ghosts—but only to avoid the memories that haunt me.
RW: Can you tell us about your hero
RS: Trip
Austin is a ghost-hunter for The Tremayne Psychic Specter Investigations Agency.
Technically, he’s the senior agent, and I’m the junior agent. However, I’m the
one with the psychic ability.
RW: What problems do you have to face and
overcome in your life?
RS: I’m still trying to get over the death
of my last partner. I can’t fact my past, or my fear that I might have caused
his death.
RW: Do you expect your hero to help or is he
the problem?
RS: He
is the problem—or at least, he might as well be. I can work on my own. I don’t
need anyone’s help.
RW: Where
do you live?
RS: I
go wherever my company tells me, but I prefer to work out west. Right now, we’re
working a poltergeist case in the Texas Hill Country.
RW: During
what time period does your story take place?
RS: In the nineteenth century.
RW: How
are you coping with the conflict in your life?
RS: I ran and buried myself in my new job.
I’m doing my best to never look back, but my new partner won’t let me hide from
what I’m feeling.
RW: Those are
all the questions we have for you. Thank you for speaking to us.
Author Interview: Margo
Bond Collins
RW: What is the best thing about being a writer?
MBC: Being able to create worlds that other people love to visit!
RW: Cherries or Bananas? Leather or lace? Black or red? Mud Bath
or Oily Massage?
MBC: Cherries, lace, black, oily massage.
RW: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
MBC: Warning: Unexpected Snark.
RW: After you’ve written your book and it’s been published, do
you ever buy it and/or read it?
MBC: I always buy it; I don’t read it until I’m ready to write a
sequel.
RW: Have you experienced writer’s block? If so, how did you work
through it?
MBC: Often. When I’m good and stuck, I switch where and how I write.
I usually write in my office on a laptop, but if I’m having writer’s block, I’ll
take a notebook and pen and go to a coffee shop or even just to another room.
The change of scenery and writing implements seems to jar me out of my rut and
get me going again.
RW: Satin sheets or Egyptian cotton?
MBC: Cotton!
RW: You’d never be able to tell, but (fill in the blank).
MBC: I am painfully shy. I’ve been a college professor for many
years, so I’ve gotten used to speaking in public (more or less), but it’s
draining. I love talking to readers at conferences, but afterwards, I have to
collapse in a heap to recover.
Wild Wild
Ghost
by Margo Bond Collins
With everyone she loves
in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.
Trip wants to bring her
back to the land of the living.
When Ruby Silver traded
in her demon-hunting rifle for a Tremayne Agency badge, she didn’t want another
partner—losing the last one was too traumatic. But when a new case in the Texas
Hill Country pairs her up with the slow-talking, fast-drawing Trip Austin, it
will take all their combined skills to combat a plague of poltergeists in this
German-settled town.
Excerpt:
Realizing that all the
broken glass flying past him had been swept up into the whirlwind of glass
around the woman, he dropped Bandit’s reigns. "Stay here," he
instructed. The stallion rolled its eyes at him, but nickered. Trip didn’t
bother to tether the animal; his horse wasn’t going anywhere without him.
If exploding glass didn’t
startle him, nothing would.
For that matter,
neither did various ilk of ghosts and beasts. Bandit was steady, even if he had
a tendency to bite strangers.
Was this woman really
supposed to be his new partner?
When he’d gotten the
telegram from the Tremayne headquarters back in St. Louis, he had laughed aloud.
Trip knew there were lady agents—he’d even worked with one a time or two—but
they had all been stationed back east. No lone woman in her right mind would
want to come out here to work.
Not when there were
plenty of ghosts to be exorcised in civilized places.
Safer places.
I guess maybe this one’s not in her right mind, then.
Might not be a bad idea
to remember that.
He watched the
glass-cyclone sweep up the dust around her, the cloud of dirt thickening until
he couldn’t see the woman at all, and reconsidered.
If she can cause something like that happen, maybe she’s plenty
safe out here, after all.
As Trip made his way
toward her, the glass-and-dirt devil rose into the air. He stopped to watch it
ascend. Then, with a noise like a crack of thunder, it was gone. Trip had the
vague impression that it had sped away toward the wilds rather than merely
disappearing into nothingness, but he couldn’t have pointed to any particular
evidence that made him think that.
Smoothing her hands
down the sides of the painted horse’s face, the woman murmured something
soothing in a tone that made Trip realize he had been hearing her voice all
along, a soft alto hum rising and falling under the whipping and tinkling sound
of the glass tornado, somehow more noticeable now in its absence than it had
been during the strange events on the street.
The horse huffed out a
breath, and the woman laughed. The sound of it sent an odd shiver up Trip’s
back—not of anxiety, but of interest.
Don’t be stupid, man. You haven’t even seen her face yet.
And he couldn’t tell
anything about her body under that horror of a dress.
Reaching up, she untied
the bonnet from under her chin and removed it to shake off the dirt. A silken
fall of blonde hair cascaded out of it and down her back, and Trip stopped to
stare, frozen by the glint of midday Texas sun off its golden sheen.
By the time he moved
again, she had begun brushing off her skirt in sharp, efficient motions.
“Ruby Silver?” he asked
when he was close enough to speak without shouting.
As she spun around, it
occurred to him belatedly that it might not be a good idea to sneak up on a
woman who could turn flying glass into a tornado and make it disappear.
About the Author
Margo Bond Collins is
addicted to coffee and SF/F television, especially Supernatural. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, urban
fantasy, and paranormal mystery. She lives in Texas with her daughter and
several spoiled pets. Although she teaches college-level English courses
online, writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and
paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming
about heroes, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and the women who love (and
sometimes fight) them.
Contact Margo:
Website: http://www.MargoBondCollins.net
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