Yazmin, how did you choose your genre? What made you write this
book? Well it started on one bored evening when I was chatting
online with my Critique group, UCW. All the ladies seemed to be talking about
their current WIP and I was just saying how bored I was. Cherie Nicholls, who
is a fabulous author, set a five hundred-word challenge to include a carwash, a
dress and a stranger. That was the start and once my friends read it they
demanded more which eventually became Wildfire.

Writers write what they know, and must observe the world.
Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of
the world? I am the third child out of four. I think I always fought
for recognition by my older siblings and tried to look after my younger brother.
So I tend to stand up for myself and have a strong protective instinct as well,
now that I am an adult.

Where is your favorite place to write? In bed, which is
where I am as I write this! 

You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and
what is that one burning question you must ask them? WOW! Well it would be
Harper Lee who wrote ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird.’ Why that story told in that way?

Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about
you that no one knows. Hmm hard one…I bunked off school once with a friend. But a
family friend saw us, so we went back to school to own up. We figured if we
turn ourselves in then we would be in less trouble than if we let the family
friend tell our folk who would go bonkers!!!

You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack
for company. What three items are in your survival pack? I would say my kindle
but it would run out of charge so a book, probably ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ as
it has been a while since I read that or The Complete Works of William
Shakespeare as there are quite a few I have not read. Photographs of family and friends. Is it bad to say a
hairbrush? I am not vain but it does go wild if not tamed!

If you could have one super power in your existence, what
would it be? Invisibility! I will let you work out why…

Favorite snack? Chocolate of course!

Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do
you drive the speed limit? I usually drive the speed limit!

Blurb

Braden has searched all his
life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute
power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for.
Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who
would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her
mother for her blood as well, didn’t he? 
But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But
will death be the only thing that unites them?

Excerpt

Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a man one
could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She prayed no one
would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between the rollers.
Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out to try to calm
herself.

No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle of the
trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders and
sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde with
the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with her to
a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.

Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.

After a few minutes she pried herself out and took a step
over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the rollers
began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her. The soap was
dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention. The darkness
did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of her whipped
against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk dress so that
it clung to her.

She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something to
anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was something
strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even when he
was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to her—in
her space.

The warm water, combined with the sensation of the soft,
soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and sent
electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on by
this?

Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an
unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.

Got you! The voice was in her head.

How can that be? she thought. She shook her head to get rid
of the fuzziness caused by the water as it cascaded over her body. Warm hands
caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened as one unknown hand stroked down to
the juncture between her legs. The fingers flicked and pressed her sensitive
clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She was lost to the sensations all
round her. How could he do this? She felt him near, but he wasn’t there. How?
The fingers stroked harder and she could not help but arch into the hand.

Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you.
His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At last he
emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers and their
wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to his chest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.