Janie Kayrs has known Zane almost her whole life. He was her friend in the dream world. She trusted him. But that was before he kidnapped her, spiriting her away to an isolated cabin to learn what her dreams never told her. Like how dangerous he looks. How he got on the wrong side of the negotiating table. And how much sexier he is in real life...Zane is a battle-hardened warrior, used to command and solitude. But Janie has drawn him from the minute they met. His need for her could destroy everything he’s worked for, but the risk is too sweet not to take it. They call her the Chosen One. But when it comes down to the questions of peace or war, life or death, safety or passion, it will be Janie who makes the choice...
RT Book Review
“Marked is a fast-paced, excitement-filled explosion of action that will not disappoint. Zanetti brings the heat with the story of two people who are supposed to be enemies, but have a bond so strong that it cannot be broken. The characters’ inner and outer struggles and how it affects their families, as well as their people, defines the strength in them. Zanetti keeps getting better.”– RT Book Reviews, 4.5 Stars Top Pick
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New York Times and USA Today Bestseller Rebecca Zanetti is the author of over twenty-five dark paranormals, romantic suspense, and contemporary romances. She lives in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own Alpha hero, two kids, a couple of dogs, a crazy cat...and a huge extended family. Her current publishers are Kensington, Grand Central, and Entangled. She believes strongly in luck, karma, and working her butt off...and she thinks one of the best things about being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the crazy out. Her current series are: The Dark Protectors, The Maverick Montana Cowboys, and the Sin Brothers
series. Upcoming series are: The Realm Enforcers and The Scorpius Syndrome. Find Rebecca at: www.rebeccazanetti.com
Hi Kristina! Thank you so much for having me over today to
celebrate the countdown for Marked to release.
I really enjoyed the interview questions!
Tell my fans a little bit about yourself and your books.
Well, I’m a former lawyer and
college professor who got snowed in during our wild winter of 2009 and decided
to write a book. My books are sexy
romances with a lot of action and intrigue…usually centering around a family or
two. In the Dark Protectors, the ruling
family of vampires is the Kayrs family, and they’re a bunch of sexy Alpha males
who fall for the smartest and most stubborn women in the world. It makes for some nice tension. J
What inspired you to start writing? What age did you
start?
You know, I’ve always wanted
to write, so when we became snowed in, I decided it was time. Now I write dark paranormals, romantic
suspense, and contemporary romances to mix it up a little. I figured if I keep entertained, so will
fans, hopefully.
What do
you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?
My husband and kids are all
active in sports, so it seems like I watch a lot of games. Plus, I drive kids to practices a lot. For fun, I hang out with friends, waterski, snow
ski, and golf.
What
advice would you give to an aspiring author?
Keep writing and don’t give
up. No matter what avenue you pursue to
get published, you have to finish that book first, and keep on going. Writer’s write, and it’s that simple. J
What’s
your favorite scene/line from your works?
Here’s a fun scene from
Marked:
The young fighters burst through the door frame, ripping half of the
wall apart. Furious hits and kicks punctuated groans and growls.
“Enough!” Zane reached down and dragged them both up by the hair.
Logan punched him in the ribs, and Zane threw him down hard. He bounced
twice.
Garrett snorted and hit Zane in the knee. Zane tossed his ass down, and
the vampire bounced three times.
“Let’s try again.” Zane hauled them both up again. Bruises and cuts
marred their faces, while anger vibrated around them. He shoved Garrett.
“You’re scaring your sister.” Then he pushed Logan the other way. “You’re
pissing me off, and you ruined my cabin.”
Both young soldiers turned to view the missing wall. Snow drifted
around, and the heat from the fire dissipated.
Garrett turned again, his gaze finding Janie. “How the hell could you?”
Zane stepped to block his view, his voice lowering to deadly. “Watch
your tone with your sister.”
Janie scrambled to her knees and leaned around Zane. “Are you all
right, Garrett?”
Garrett
snarled. “Sure. The jerk here hits like a girl.” At Janie’s indrawn breath, he
hastily added, “A girl who hasn’t been trained to fight.”
What's the hardest thing about writing?
The hardest thing about
writing is being creative on demand and meeting deadlines. When you sign a contract, it’s a contract,
and those dates matter. So sitting down
and writing when I’d rather do anything else, even laundry, is sometimes
tough. But it’s definitely worth it, and
I truly enjoy what I’m doing.
What are
you currently reading?
To be honest, I just
finished writing a book today, so I’ve been writing and not reading. I finished writing MERCURY STRIKING, which is
the first book in a new series out from Kensington next year.
I did see on twitter that Jennifer Lyon has a new book cover, so I’m hoping it comes with a new book
soon. I’ll check it out on Amazon later,
because I love her books!
What
books did you read as a child?
As a kid, I was absolutely
obsessed with Nancy Drew and Trixie Beldon.
They solved mysteries constantly, and they also had fun lives. I so wanted to find a diamond in a cave!
Now I write full time, so I wear a lot of yoga pants instead of
suits. J
Do you listen to music while you write?
Yes, I love music, and I create a play list for each book. That’s part of the fun, in fact. (Before the reality of the deadline sets
in. LOL)
What's
been your favorite moment as an author?
Oh, that would have to be meeting fans or receiving emails from
fans. Sometimes we all need to escape
reality for a while, and knowing my books have helped somebody to just relax
and escape makes me feel really good. I
love getting fan mail!
What do
you want readers to take away from your books?
This is such a great
question! I just want to entertain
people so they can relax and escape for a little while. If they’re looking to take something away,
perhaps hope that life can be exciting and good, and that romance really does
exist. I know it does.
You’re stranded on a
desert island. What books do you take with you?
I’d take my eBook reader, which is stocked with so many
books I don’t have to choose one. How
will I charge it, you ask? There has to
be a professor around who can create a solar panel out of coconuts so I can
charge my ereader. I’m just sure of
it. J
What book(s) do you
wish you would have written?
At the moment, I wish I would’ve written Outlander. J
What is your dream
vacation destination?
Anywhere it’s warm with the sun and a beach and my
husband. For extra fun, throw in my
sisters and their husbands for a grown-up trip (we love our kids, but it’s nice
to get away), and that’s a wonderful vacation.
We do that every couple of years or so.
If someone wrote a
biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
She was Reading a Book and Fell Down a Hill.
Where can fans find you?
Thanks again for
having me over today! Here’s my contact
info:
Janie’s fine eyebrows arched. “Isn’t that how you do
everything? Alone?”
The soft question held a sharp edge. “No. Soldiers
follow me, and I have a mother and two brothers.”
Janie began shaking her head before Zane had
finished speaking. “Do you work with them or around them? Protecting them
without sharing what you’re doing?” Her eyes darkened. “What you’ve done?”
Either insightful or psychic, the woman had nailed
him. He removed his hand and settled back in his chair. Away from her . . . and
the truth. “I do what I have to do.”
She glanced down at her hand and frowned. Taking a
deep breath, she pushed off from the chair and landed between his knees, her
palms on his thighs. The fire lit her from behind, turning the highlights in
her auburn hair into compelling flames. “Working alone gets you killed. The
people in your life, the ones who love you, they need to share in the burden. To help and to plan.”
Did she consider herself one of the people who loved
him? “That’s sweet, Belle.”
Her fingers dug into his legs. “I’m not being sweet.
This is smart, and you have to trust somebody at some time. Duty doesn’t always
have to be painful.”
“Doesn’t it?” His voice lowered as he leaned toward
her, his senses on alert. “When was the last time you shared? Stopped being a reassuring smart-ass and told somebody, anybody, how scared you are? How
overwhelmed by fate?”
Her eyes dilated, and her mouth opened and closed
before she pushed out words. “That’s different.”
“Is it?” Taken aback and getting pissed at her
accurately profiling him, he flattened her hands under his. “Look at the
position you’ve put yourself in, trying to share. You’re on your knees, as
vulnerable as a woman can be.” He could break her neck without flexing a
muscle. The woman needed to realize her precarious position and back the hell
off.
Instead, she lifted her head and stared him right in
the eye. “I do understand my position, and I do realize how dangerous you are.
Yet I’m willing to take the chance, to be fragile, to show you what trust looks
like. What courage can look like.”
The calm statement burned his ears and sped up the
blood in his veins. She was braver than any soldier he’d ever met. Lifting his
hand, he allowed himself one moment to touch the smooth skin along her
cheekbone, humming at the delicate structure. “You’re so soft, Belle,” he
rumbled.
She swallowed and leaned into his touch.
Heat flowed into his torso, expanding him into
somebody strong enough to protect her. Determination slid just beneath his
skin.
As if reading him, sadness filled her eyes. “You’re
not listening.”
He helped her up and stood, backing her into the
wall. “I listened.” One knuckle under her stubborn chin lifted her face. Her
scent surrounded him, driving him to follow his plan. “I just didn’t agree.”
Temper brushed a muted red across her cheeks.
Ah, the pretty one usually got her way, now didn’t
she? He grinned, even knowing he played with fire. “Thanks for the suggestion,
though. For the record, any time you want to get on your knees, I’m there.”
The punch to the gut was expected and thus didn’t
hurt. But it did deserve a response.
His mouth connected beneath her jaw, pressing a hard
kiss to her neck. The simple touch nearly knocked him back on his heels. Soft
and sweet, her skin felt too smooth to be real. Her head fell back, anchored by
the wall, her legs parting to grant him access.
He’d conquered before, and the urge now held a
resemblance to battle. To triumph and take. So badly he wanted her under him,
pinned for good. Sighing his name.
He kissed down her jugular, feeling the pulse
pounding. She slid her hands up into his hair, holding him in place as she
plastered her soft body against his. The soft tug awoke the beast inside him. The
one who scented his mate. Those incredible curves molded to his hardness,
giving way and cushioning him. The driving urge to pleasure her forced him to
slow down and explore. To taste and tempt, wandering up to the soft spot behind
her ear.
He wouldn’t go near her mouth, because if he kissed
her, he wouldn’t stop. One taste of that mouth, of her, would seal his fate.
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