Strands of sandy blonde and storm blue eyes cast me in shadowLiam Masters
I’ve always been torn between two worlds: the real one that’s gritty and full of potential danger and the one with beauty and grace that I don’t deserve. Pushing the pretty things away wasn’t so hard. Keeping away from them proved to be far more difficult. When I’m the boss, I realize it’s time to call in a favor from the one female I swore I’d leave alone. But temptation comes knocking and once I have the taste in my mouth, I want more until it’s all mine. The problem with monsters is they’re not supposed to bask in the sun.
Alyssa Stanton
I fell in love with my childhood friend, but the older we got the more that feeling got twisted up in his mean words and deeds. Leaving it all behind to explore my personal interests seemed like the best way forward until an unimaginable loss brings me back home and into a calculated web. The danger isn’t just from the very real bullets, but also from the boy turned monster who makes me feel everything I’ve always wanted. The problem with princesses is they’re not supposed to love the dark.
Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
When I was about 14, I started writing poetry and short stories. I’ve always wondered if I would have started writing on my own or if it’s because my mother put the idea in my brain when I was younger. She said I wrote a story in 3rd grade that made sense and I should pursue writing.
If you knew you’d die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
I’d want all the things I love around me: my pets, close family/friends, a favorite book or two. I also want to be in a beautiful place like the beach or mountains.
What are you passionate about these days?
Animal causes, nature photography, and creativity
Describe yourself in 5 words or less!
Introvert. Dreamer. Compassionate. Idealist. Independent
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I think you’re a writer in your heart/soul. So, in my teens/early 20s. Publishing, whether traditional or self-publishing, is “the icing”!
Do you have a favorite movie?
Pride & Prejudice (Knightly/McFadden version particularly) is one.
Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
Tristan.
What inspired you to write this book?
I’m a fan of bully romances (even though I sometimes wonder why – I guess we can tolerate a lot in fiction), so I wanted to write one of my own.
What can we expect from you in the future?
I’d love to write a romantasy. Other than that, I definitely want to keep exploring different subgenres in romance. Maybe a mystery.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
The fun part of creating characters is that I get to pick out names I like and use them as my made-up people.
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Getting to explore a new subgenre in my writing, and hoping it works as well as some I’ve read.
Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
Liam is complicated. He feels more than he allows anyone to know, including himself. Alyssa knows what she loves and wants. But she can’t fathom why her best friend/crush could change so much.
How did you come up with the title of your first novel?
I had the princess part of the FMC first, then realizing the journey she would be forced to face made pawn a natural fit (The Princess Pawn).
What book do you think everyone should read?
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write?
No, the characters definitely don’t show up at the same time.
Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. But for me, at this point, it’s my creative outlet. I work a day job that is fine, but uninspiring.
Do you read yourself and if so, what is your favorite genre?
I love reading and right now my favorite genre is romance.
Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?
It really depends on my mood as I’ve done both.
If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose? That’s a tough one; maybe Stieg Larsson’s dragon tattoo series. Or Anne Rice’s Mayfair Witches series. Or Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird.
Tell us about a favorite character from a book.
Lisbeth Salander is a bad ass.
Advice they would give new authors?
Don’t be discouraged if you can’t get a plan/outline together for a book idea. Take one chapter, one character, etc at a time and it will build into a novel.
Describe your writing style.
Descriptive (I hope)
What makes a good story?
Ultimately, something that makes you feel (sometimes that as simple as entertained or transported).
Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
So far, I’ve kind of let what I come up with lead the way.
If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?
Believe in abilities (talent) and keep writing/creativity an active part of your life, always (even if it’s not published).
“Whatever, I don’t really care, Liam. What I need is for you to leave!” I said, desperately wanting to go back to my room. The distraction of walking back to the house should help me settle down.
“Oh, princess, you care. I can see you trying to keep your tears from falling. Those intense eyes of yours are hiding nothing as you try to pretend you don’t like seeing me here,” Liam smirked.
“Don’t flatter yourself! I stopped caring about you when our friendship ended. But I’d rather you not start a fire. I’ll talk to my dad about Sara. She doesn’t deserve to be fired over something she had no control over. Do we have a deal?” I said, leaning forward and gesturing so Liam would shake my hand to seal the agreement.
“We don’t need your motherfucking charity,” Liam said, ignoring my hand, “My Mom’s gonna be fine working at the Harbor Run Inn. They asked her to manage the place a year ago, but out of some stupid ass sense of loyalty to your fucked up family, said no.”
I didn’t want the words to hurt me, but they sliced through my heart anyway. I took a deep inhale before saying, “great, then you have no reason to be here now. Take yourself back to where you belong and leave us be.”
“Nah, princess, it can’t be that fucking easy,” Liam snarled and moved to his knees.
Before I had a chance to blink, he was in my personal space, pushing me back into the wall, his fingers clasping my neck and applying pressure. The vodka on his breath assaulted my nose as I grabbed his forearms, putting my nails into his skin. He didn’t flinch as a slow smile lit up his face. My heart began to pound harder as I worried what had just crossed his mind, my lips parted involuntarily as his right hand caressed my cheek, but the gesture held no warmth as the glare in his eyes told me it wasn’t care in his thoughts.
“You can suck me off!” Liam demanded and moved back so he was sitting against the wall again, this time on my other side.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, touching my neck, not because it hurt, but because I was shocked and a little nervous.
Liam wasn’t deterred as he began to unbutton his jeans, and my eyes grew wide as he pulled out his dick, already hard.
“I didn’t stutter, princess. You either give me a blow job and let me cum down your throat. Or I burn this treehouse down to the ground, but before it all goes to hell, I’ll make sure at least one of the surrounding trees catches fire too. The blaze would be a fucking triumph, but I’m reasonable.”
“Your fucking reasonable! You want to humiliate me and that’s reasonable. You don’t want me and we both know it!” I said, seething and slapped him hard across the cheek.
Liam just smiled at me, and I shuttered that the slap may have turned him on more. I wasn’t a virgin and given a blow job before. I didn’t have a lot of sexual experience, but I worried I could feel the wetness in my panties. Like I was turned on over his fucked-up demands. I’d vowed last year that I’d never want Liam again, not after he fucked that random girl when he knew I liked him. Shit, I’d been so hurt, I’d found a guy at school to have sex with. My dumb way of trying to get back at Liam for being such an asshole. Joke was on me though, he never knew and wouldn’t have cared anyway.
“Watch it, princess. The alternative is I fuck that virgin cunt of yours!” Liam gestured to his dick, “and watch those teeth!”
Rowan St. George writes romance and poetry, finishing her first book, The Princess Pawn, in July 2020. She is ride or die about reading and wants to explore as many subgenres in her writing as her TBR does. Rowan is an INFP, loves period pieces, just as much as sci-fi shows, and wishes daydreaming was a full-time job. She grew up in Northern Virginia and now lives in North Carolina with her family.
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