Dear Author: Romance Book Reviews, Author Interviews, and Commentary

Dear Ms. Armstrong:

I first fell in love with you when I read Bitten in 2001. Since then I believe I’ve read the book, oh 10 times. Throughout the Women of the Underworld series, one man has been present–quiet, strong, steady. Jaime Vegas is a necromancer with a crush on said man, the Alpha of the Werewolf Pack. The inclusion of a quiet but meaningful romance between Jaime and Jeremy Danvers is an added bonus to this strong entry in the Women of the Underworld series.

Jaime is a stage performer who uses her necromancer skills to build a successful but not big time sensationalist show. She’s offered the opportunity to do a “reality” show with two other sensationalists. If she shows well on this stage, it could launch her television career where the serious money is. She’s not quite sure of herself as she is getting older and wonders whether she’s still got it. After all, Jaime truly can talk to the dead and see ghosts unlike the other “performers”. The thing …

I never was interested in werewolves until I read Bitten by Kelley Armstrong. Her evocative tale of a girl lost suffering the worst betrayal at the hands of her lover but ultimately growing strong enough to take back her life and accept the beast within her was seductive and I became part of her web ever since. Armstrong was one of the first authors I remember who gave away free content. Her backstories of Jeremy, Clay, and Elena fed me during the lean months between books. Her latest release, No Humans Involved, is a return to a high point in her writing with the long awaited story of Jamie and Jeremy who tell us that old ghosts have to be laid to rest before one can live in peace and that desirability is ageless; as is the discovery of one’s power as a woman.
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I've been writing since childhood, but only started “getting seriousâ€? in my twenties. That's when I began taking courses, joining writing groups, reading books on the craft…and working on pieces longer than novellas. During that time, I wrote …