Help welcome my guest, KC Klein, author of Dark Future.
Barbra, thank you so much for having me here. I really appreciate the opportunity to connect with readers and tell them a little about my debut novel, DARK FUTURE. I would love to give away a copy of my e-book to one commenter. So readers, please leave a comment with your email address so I can send you a copy.
What do you find the most difficult about being a writer?
It is definitely balancing the life of writing with working outside the home and taking care of a family. Case in point, today I picked up my kids from school with no bra and fluffy pink slippers. At least I don’t have to do the walk of shame before the other moms.
I just slow down long enough so the kids can hop in.
What is your hero’s biggest challenge?
ConRad can come across as cold and uncaring—he has the weight of human salvation on his shoulders. So who could blame him if he comes across a tad abrupt, but it still creates great tension between him and the heroine.
What is your heroine’s biggest flaw?
She is a self-proclaimed coward. She’s lived a life of self-indulgence and never really had to step up and do something for the greater good. It’s my favorite of moment DARK FUTURE when she starts to live for others and not just herself.
What prompted you to write this story?
My first baby was colicky. There was a block of time I couldn’t fathom a full night’s sleep or that I would ever read a book again. I desperately needed an escape, so I created a world that was darker, grittier, and had worse things happening than clothes that smelled of
spit up and a non-existent sex life.
What is your least favorite genre? Would you ever consider writing it?
I guess I would have to say mysteries. They’ve never floated my boat. I think in order to write mysteries you have to be a pretty smart cookie to keep the reader guessing until the end. There’s just no way I could pull that one off.
Who has helped you the most?
Hands down my husband. He has allowed me to have a full, 360 degree life. He picks up the slack so I can have all the things I love in my life and have writing too.
Do you have a favorite theme? Eg: love conquers all; good vs evil; How do you
Themes are funny things. I think it takes a few books before a writer figures out what themes they are drawn to—at least it took me that long. I think my theme is how much are you willing to sacrifice for love? I’ve always loved that question and self-sacrifice seems to pop up in my books quite often.
What have you learned about yourself from your writing?
That I want it. That I want to write more than I have ever wanted anything before. That I’ll give up and take on a lot in order to tell stories. That this isn’t just a passing fancy, this
is a part of who I am.
Why will your reader think your book is different?
I hope readers will think DARK FUTURE is different, but also hope they will love it. My book is darker than a lot of books out there. By dark I don’t necessarily mean in content, though there is mature subject matter. My characters are dark. My hero and heroine are
not optimistic people. These are people who have gone through hell and expect
only the worse to ever happen to them and to those they love. The fact that
these two people get a chance at a happily-ever-after is the best part of
writing DARK FUTURE. I believe what this book says is that if these two people
can claw themselves to happiness, than anyone can. J
Also one more thing, DARK FUTURE is going on sale in print as of Nov 8th. So if you don’t like the e-version now you can order the print version.
Thanks again for having me!
And thanks for being here. Because of the power outages, I’d like to leave your interview open for a couple days for readers to comment and enter your give-away.
Awakened in the middle of the night by a future version of herself, Kris Davenport is given a mission: go forward in time to save the world—and His life. Of course, her future self
doesn’t tell her who he is, just sends her into an abyss and straight into an alien invasion.
He turns out to be ConRad Smith, the callous, untrusting Commander of Earth’s army and the world’s last defense. There’s only one way to know for sure if this strange woman is an
alien spy—slice her throat. Except, he didn’t anticipate the heat he would feel
as he interrogates the hot-tempered, warm-blooded woman. For a man whose sole
focus has been survival, she’s more temptation than he can handle. But a world
on the brink of destruction leaves no room for love…and time is running out.
“Mmm, you taste human. Like salt or more like … warm sunshine?” He pinned me with his gaze. His eyes spoke a primal language. Desire warred with anger; need against punishment.
I looked away. Embarrassed. Violated. His body crushed mine, suffocating in its
nearness. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe without crushing my breasts
against him. I always considered myself strong and physically fit, but he
subdued me with barely any effort. Heart racing, I panicked.
The feeling of no control would break me—complete powerlessness always did. I used whatever weapon was available; whatever maneuvers would give me a fighting
chance. This was no different. I turned my head, opened my mouth against his
neck, and … sunk my teeth in.
He cursed. Grabbed hold of my shirt, picked me up, and slammed me back against the wall.
A painful whoosh came from my lungs. My vision rocked—brain swished inside my
“You bit me.” He sounded shocked.
My head hurt so bad I had to blink hard to keep my eyes in their sockets. “You
licked me,” I shouted back.
He assessed me, aqua blue eyes hooded with thick, long eyelashes, for what seemed
like an eternity. “I will ask you one more time. Who are you?”
“I’ve told you everything.” My voice sounded desperate, tired, even to me. “I went
running and fell into the dark … I’m a doctor at a hospital. If you don’t
believe me, just call them. I’ve worked there for years.”
He stood still, his body hard against mine, creating an insurmountable barrier.
His face so close I could see his pupils enlarge, almost hiding the hard blue
of his irises. The rage in him lived and breathed. One hand ran along my scalp
in a mock caress, grabbed hold of my hair and pulled.
“Liar,” his voice barely a whisper, the knife was back … shaking at my very exposed,
very vulnerable artery. “There hasn’t been a hospital anywhere on Earth since
the year 2075.” And in one efficient movement, he drew the knife across my
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