It’s our great pleasure to welcome two of the most beloved writers on the planet. Together they occupy one seat in the convertible. Readers know her as Anne Stuart and Kristina Douglas, but her friends the world over know her as Krissie. Her imagination, her versatility, her storytelling gifts know no bounds. Who better to forge heroes from angels than a true goddess?
I’ve been writing since the beginning of time, or close to it, and I am wise beyond my years, which considering my years, that’s saying a lot. And for the first thirty-five years of being a published novelist I went by one name. My name, Anne Stuart, though everyone called me by my middle name, Kristina aka Krissie. I wrote gothics, romantic suspense, regencies, historical romances, straight suspense, and series romances as Anne Stuart.
But when I decided I wanted to branch out and write paranormal romances with vampires and angels and werewolves, oh my (not really werewolves yet), I decided I needed a new name, a new persona. So I decided Kristina Douglas was a good option – my name plus my father’s and brother’s name. Then I had to figure out who the hell Kristina was. I figured she was dark and mysterious, a woman of a certain age, as the French say. Maybe in her forties, though she wouldn’t tell. At first I thought some kind of Natasha Gudenov-vibe. Big slouchy hat, a throaty voice, thin and dressed in black.
Naah, maybe not.
How about a bleached blonde bombshell, slightly faded, with big boobs and an even bigger laugh? She dresses in pink like a faded Southern belle, but she embraces life with incredible joy. Would she write about blood-drinking fallen angels? Uh, no.
Is she tall, slender, with porcelain skin and red hair? Maybe green eyes and a sharp little chin?
Or maybe, just maybe, she looks like me. Only better.
It’s weirdly schizophrenic when I do a booksigning – I’m so used to signing Anne Stuart that I do it automatically. It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks, but I kind of like being brand new and shiny. Print runs don’t matter because I’m a debut author, all the old rules no longer apply.
And no one expects anything of me. I don’t have to write dark and dangerous men (though I think that’s hard-wired into me), I don’t have to do anything but tell stories.
I’ve always had a thing for fallen angels (not to mention vampires). I love the idea of pure beauty laid waste – I’m a woman of extremes. I’ve written about two of the lesser known angels (unless you happen to like anime, video games or “Supernatural”): Raziel and Azazel. To up the ante I gave Azazel (once played by the divine but sadly-clothed Michael Fassbender) the perfect woman. Lilith.
This book, Warrior, is slightly different. For once I took a real (ahem) angel, the archangel Michael, tossed him out of heaven and gave him the Roman goddess of war. I’m building up to Lucifer, the king of the fallen ones, but in the meantime I need a few more angels to deal with. Anyone got any ideas?
Right now I love the idea of the good ones falling. Because in my universe God has taken a powder and left the evil Archangel Uriel in charge. He’s responsible for all the smiting and the wars and AIDS and children dying. God gave humans free will and then let them at it. Big mistake.
So if anyone can think of an entertaining angel for me to bring low and then redeem him with the love of a good woman, let me know. In the meantime, enjoy WARRIOR, particularly the cover, aka Flaming Crotch o’ Death. Kristina Douglas thanks you.
Kathleen has a $5 gift certificate from Amazon for one randomly chosen visitor who can a) sell us on her favorite Anne Stuart novel in 25 words or less (refresh your memory here and this is only a sampling) or b) suggest an entertaining angel that Kristina Douglas’s can sink her teeth into. Metaphorically speaking—we don’t want her to burn her tongue.