So today, we have the wonderful pleasure of interviewing Camilla Chafer, author of Illicit Magic.
PoR: What do you do when you are not writing?
CC:
Mostly thinking about writing! But when I’m not doing that, I do love a
good TV show especially paranormal or crime like Grimm or Covert Affairs,
reading, and I’m trying to get fitter at the moment too. All that sitting in a
chair and writing is taking its toll!
PoR: Where do you get your ideas?
CC:
They pop into my head. It might be that I’m reading or watching
something and I have a “what if?” moment. For example, with Stella in Illicit
Magic, I had been thinking predominantly about two things: what if the witch
hunts started again and it was real, and what would happen to a heroine who has
her own power, rather than be simply powerless in a world of magic.
PoR: I know there were certain aspects of your
characters that I could really relate to. Of all your characters in your book,
which character do you relate to the most?
CC:
There are parts of several of my
characters that I can relate to. For example, no matter how scared and confused
Stella gets, she’s really determined to move forwards and be in charge of her
own destiny. She’s not particularly gung-ho but she will stand up and be
counted. Etoile is a little snarky but very loyal. I wish I had Kitty’s
bubbliness.
PoR: Are there certain characters you would like
to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?
CC:
Many of the characters from IM
reappear in later books, some more than others. From the start I have been
setting other themes into play – for example, there’s something that connects
some of the character’s names that will be revealed in a later book and I’m
intrigued to find out how that plays out.
PoR: So, personally, I loved Evan, but is there
one character that you absolutely couldn’t live without (or couldn’t kill) in
your books?
CC: I
love Evan too. He’s a great guy once he loosens up. I have a lot of love for
all my characters but not to the point where I could say they all survive
everything. Sucky things happen, people get hurt. No one is safe and it needs
to be that way otherwise it would be dull for the reader.
PoR: Everyone has those moments where they feel
uninspired or stuck. If or when you get writer’s block, what do you do to beat
it?
CC: Sometimes
I just need to take a break, close my laptop and go and do something else,
knowing that the ideas will come to me. I’ve even felt the fear that I’ve had
an awesome idea but can I get it down perfectly on paper and that’s one of
those times where I just have to buckle down and work through it. I’m a fan of
time-lining as well. The way I do it is pretty simple: one long line with
‘beginning’ and ‘end’ top and tailing it, then I write lots of things that have
to happen in a rough sequential order. I continually add to it as I’m writing
and it really helps me know where the book is going.
PoR: There was a lot of hinting about what
characters were (vampire, daemon, witch, etc). What made you think that hinting
about it was better than just revealing what they were?
CC: I
love to give readers an element of surprise so for a long time we – and Stella
– don’t know what Evan is. We get hints there’s something not quite right about
the elderly housekeeper… My world of witches is one with secrets and lies, half
truths and suspicion. As Stella finds out the truths, so do we.
PoR: RANDOM Question time! If you be any creature,
person, magical being, etc, what would or who would you be?
CC: Oh,
this is a tough one! Being immortal would be amazing to see how the world
changes but that would probably also bring a lot of sadness and grief… Hmm, you
know, I’d probably be a witch. Magic could be a lot of fun!
PoR: Is there
anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
CC: If you’re looking for a book where the
heroine isn’t a kick-ass knife-wielding heroine, but one who is nevertheless
determined to be in charge of her in life while making sense of the secretive
world of magic revealed to her, Illicit Magic is for you!
Thanks so much,
Cana, for hosting me on this leg of my blog tour.
Description:
More than three hundred years after the most terrifying witch hunts the world has ever known, it's happening again.
Young witch, Stella, has to put her faith in strangers just to stay alive but she might not be any safer in their midst than from the danger she is running from.
There is more than one dark secret in her new family: Étoile’s sister is spoken of in fear and sadness; Marc is supposed to be a powerful witch but is missing his magic; where does the owner of their safe house vanish to every day and why does Evan have the eyes of someone not quite human? There is only one secret that someone will do anything to keep quiet, but whose secret is it and will Stella have to pay the price for silence?
Amazon UK Top 10 contemporary
fantasy bestseller
Amazon US Top 45 fantasy bestseller
Amazon US Top 45 fantasy bestseller
Amazon US Top 50 contemporary
fantasy bestseller
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Excerpt:
Sharp,
murmured voices passed me on the wind. I couldn’t make out what they were
saying but there was the sound of confusion and dissent; then a barked order
calmed them. I caught the sole word “silence” from a low voice as it hissed
past me. The footsteps shuffled and stamped again but no one uttered a word. It
was like they were all listening for me. I felt like a fox, terrified and
cornered, knowing that the beagles were just behind me, waiting to catch my
scent.
Above
me I could just see the first quarter of the moon breaking in the sky, casting
a dim glow over the city. My jacket was a dark padded cord, good for blending
in with both the hedge and low light. My breath was catching like little puffs
of cloud in the air so I pulled up my cheap, striped scarf and covered my mouth
to keep the plumes from straying to where they could be seen.
Without
moving the rest of my body, I strained my head towards my pursuers, the scarf
tightening about my neck until I tugged it loose again. I tried to count how
many footsteps I could hear as they shuffled, fanned out and regrouped.
With
only my pounding heartbeat for company I waited for what seemed like eternity.
I tried to count Mississippi’s to gauge the time but my mind stumbled over the
count and I threw the thought away. I waited for seconds, minutes, hours for
them to rush past me, or at least turn and stamp a different way, hoping
miserably that they really hadn’t seen me dart into this street.
Finally
I couldn’t hear a thing but the blood rushing in my ears. Had I made it up? Was I really paranoid enough to think someone would
bother following me? Probably. Possibly. It wasn’t the first time I’d been
extra cautious, but it was the first time since the news has been full of
murder. I shivered and tried to shake away the icy fear.
Edging
my way across the privet, the leather of my long boots brushing against each
other as I sidestepped, my toes scuffed against the scrub of garden. Fronds of
hedge needled my back through my winter coat as I brushed by and fresh drops of
dew slid uncomfortably past my scarf and inside my collar.
With
my mouth set in a firm, grim line, clamped so tightly shut I was close to
grinding my teeth, I poked my head forward, mere millimetres from the hedge but
enough to see a gloved hand shoot towards me and grab my coat, the fingers
clawing at my shoulder to snatch a handful of material and drag me into the
open. A gasp escaped me. How had they
gotten so close without me realising? Another hand, yellowed at the
fingertips and reeking of tobacco, reached for my neck.
A
gruff male voice snarled, “Gotcha!”
I
shrieked and my whole body went rigid as I closed my eyes tightly. The air went
thick and heavy around me, the cold momentarily disappeared and the blood in my
veins surged as electricity crackled through my body. For the merest second all
the low light and dull sounds of the city disappeared as the power rushing
through me overwhelmed and took possession of me.
With
the hand at my neck and the fear pumping alongside the electricity, I thought I
would die in this moment, but when I opened my eyes again I was on the other
side of the street, looking at my attacker grasping at the air where a second
ago my neck had been. I saw his fist punch savagely through the air where my
jaw should have been. If I had still been there, he would have smashed it for
sure.
I
felt dizzy and willed myself not to faint. The last of the shriek ebbed in my
throat as I realised that I had barely focused on the task but had ended up
exactly where I thought I should be when I’d glimpsed that section of empty
street. Perhaps my strange gift (I never could decide what I should call it)
only worked properly when I was terrified. Moving through space wasn’t
something I had even been able to control before. And right now, I wasn’t afraid
to admit that I was absolutely, gut-wrenchingly, terrified.
Author:
Hi, I'm Camilla and I'm the author of the Stella Mayweather Series, an urban fantasy/mystery. The series starts with Illicit Magic and a lonely young woman, Stella, who has been caught up in a terrifying witch hunt and is whisked thousands of miles away to what she thinks is safety to learn her craft. The series is a blend of magic, mystery and romance with a splash of humour - and while the girls really do go all out to save themselves, there's always a hunky guy or two on hand to help them out. The series continues with Unruly Magic and Devious Magic, both out now.
I live in London, England, but I try to travel as often as I can – I’ve been all over the US and Europe. In my day job I'm a journalist and editor so I write for magazines, newspapers and websites throughout the world (my favourite assignment was spending a week riding rollercoasters - if you listen carefully you can probably still hear me screaming) but writing fiction has always been my first love.
Web links:
Website: www.camillachafer.com
Facebook: https://www. facebook.com/CamillaChafer
Twitter: @camillawrites
Review:
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
So I thought this book was good. It had some of my favorite things: Magic, cute mysterious man, and the discovery of one's self.
Stella is an interesting character. I must admit, that at first I found her dull
and a bit whiny about how her life is going.
It wasn’t till she got to the safe house that I actually started to like
her. I think that was because she
finally started to show some actual likeable characteristics, plus she wasn’t
so whiny about what was going in her life.
Evan… Hmmm, what to say?
Honestly, I think he was the best character in the book. I think that he
was a bit of a hardass that finally realized that he needed a good woman to
snap him out of it. I loved how he kind
of courted her without the pressure of getting into bed. I do want to know what happened to him…
Better be answered in the next book!
The only thing that I really hated in the book: the ending.
What the hell?!?!?!? To me
it wasn’t a great ending. It was like
Stella had just given up and was hiding without any real reason. It was kind of like the story had just run
out of steam. And why couldn’t Stella
just have stayed on the stairs watching and waiting?
Overall, this was a good book. There are some definitely predictable points that, while I was
surprised by the who, I wasn’t surprised that it was what actually
happened. I loved that Stella was in London (I'm an Anglophile, so that made me happy). As I said, I do think this is a good book for the fun of it, and I do
recommend it. I'm looking forward to reading some of this series, and other books by Ms. Chafer's books.
Happy Reading!
Cana
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