In reality, Kelly Clemmons is the writing team of Lorraine and Crys. Lorraine lives about eight miles from me - Crys is a bit farther away in the USA. Here, to tickle your fancies, are TWO excerpts. One from their first book, No Good Deed, the other from their current WiP. So let the Q&A begin...
To get us started can you tell me a little about what you are
working on or have coming out?
are currently editing Beautiful Deception
Deception is a vampyre tale set in Victorian England. The story features
Christian DeLaCroix, an enigmatic actor with a dark secret, and Jacob Doone,
owner of the Salisbury bookstore, Literati. Jacob travels to London in search
of his missing twin, Joshua. Jacob's only lead is a mysterious note written on
a theatre bill for Dr Faustous, where Christian portrays Mephistopheles.
Here is an unedited excerpt from Beautiful Deception
with the Devil
regretted missing the first half of the show the previous evening. What a waste. He stood along with the
rest of the theatre to applaud the fantastic production, in particular, the
acting abilities of the man he was to meet in just a few minutes.
the curtains dropped for the final time, Jacob took his seat. He sipped a glass
of champagne while the theatre emptied. Is this where Joshua had sat to watch
the show, while sipping expensive wine and eating canapés?
“Mr Doone, please follow me.” Jacob jumped too
preoccupied with his musings to hear Walter approach. Walter continued politely. “Mr DeLaCroix is
picked up his coat from the back of the chair. “I have never seen so compelling
a performance” Jacob offered as they descended the stairs.
Mr Christian, pardon, Mr DeLaCroix,” Walter corrected himself. “Everyone comes
to see him.” He weaved his way through the last of the cast and crew.
“I whole heartedly agree.” Jacob moved against
the wall to allow two half-dressed actors to pass. Jacob blushed, unused to
nudity. Flustered, he continued “How… how long has he played the role?”
says since Mr Marlowe wrote the play in 1592, but he likes to tease.”
Jacob paused for dramatic effect. “He has a time travel machine hidden in his
“A time machine?” Walter removed his cap and
scratched his head, then continued down the corridor. He stopped in front of a
door with a caricature of the devil.
“This is it.” Walter knocked.
deep masculine voice called out, “Enter.”
opened the door and stepped aside. “Sir, Mr Doone.”
sir.” Walter stepped to one side allowing Jacob to enter, then closed the door
by the man before him, Jacob found it impossible to be objective in his
assessment. Stray locks of glossy brown hair fell forward over his forehead and
azure blue eyes that seemed to see into the very depths of Jacob’s soul. A
cleft chin, dimples and a generous full pink mouth rounded out the handsome
face. Jacob’s gaze stalled at the unbuttoned black shirt, the exposed v of
creamy skin over a well-defined chest. Jacob swallowed and hastily looked up.
DeLaCroix stood and extended his hand, the man was over six feet tall. “Behold,
is it Adonis or Narcissus who stands before me? You are a most handsome man, Mr
Doone. Your card said you had a matter of a private nature. What would you ask
of the devil?”
What is coming up from you in the next year? Anything you want to
tease us with?
We have quite a few stories on our hard drives that need editing. Shape
shifters, vampires, time travelers. Beautiful Deception will be offered first,
followed by a fantastic timetravel/historical story, set in England and the
What does your family think about your
writing? How, if they do, do they support you in your writing endeavors.
funny, but I was nervous about telling my mom. I shouldn’t have been, mom was
so excited, and she said she wanted to read our book. So then I had to confess
the focus of the story was two men. Mom brushed it off saying “I want to read
it and I want you both to sign my copy when it’s in print.” When the cover was
revealed mom had dad, who’s a photographer, print off several A2 copies, one we
sent to Crys, and the other two were framed. One hangs in mom’s house and the
other is over my desk. So yes, moms proud of Crys and me.
What's the thing you wish you could
hire someone else to do or wish you didn't have to do as a writer?
Editing! It’s a necessary evil and yes, when the
process is finally over we both agree the story is better.
Which of your own characters would you
like to meet in real life, and what would you do?
Naturally, Connor, imagine travelling to the
twilight realm, visiting the crystal cave, or perhaps sitting down to a Fae banquet.
And Scott who goes through so many changes to find true happiness. Who could
fail to love the Giant black Schnauzer, Luger, who now has a touch of the Fae
And from Beautiful Deception, Christian DeLaCroix,
actor extraordinaire and Jacob Doone, owner of the market place book shop,
Then there’s Ash and his little thief Ethan, but
that’s another story.
your writing process? Pantser or plotter, or a mix?
Our writing is a
total mix. Once an idea takes shape we attempt to outline our key points. Once
we start writing everything goes out the window. With two distinct voices and
visions, everything is a collaboration, give and take. We are constantly taking
detours, adding and changing. The majority of our writing is done when we meet
up daily on messenger and skype. Lorraine's one rule, our story must have a
happy ending, everything before is fair game.
you get your inspiration for a book? How do you get your ideas?
Crys - Most of our
inspiration comes out of the blue. I am passionate about history, fantasy,
anything mystical, or supernatural. Lorraine is a bit more grounded with her
feet flat on the floor. Using elements from those genres give us a leeway when
writing. Honestly, the sky is the limit.
prefer to think of yourself as a hero/heroine or villain/villainess and why?
Crys - Definitely
think of myself as a villainess. I possess too many faults and flaws to see
myself any other way. It's my Scorpio nature. I'm quick to hold a grudge when
wronged, am unforgiving, and never forget. I've even been known to make a
voodoo doll or two.
from No Good Deed.
“What would you pay
for one perfect night with me, your every desire fulfilled?” Connor braced
himself for Scott's response, his stomach churning. Now that the words were out
of his mouth, he couldn’t take them back.
transformed into a cold, hard mask. “Tell me, Connor. Are you curious, or is
this a business proposition? Some side-line you have going to supplement your
wages? You had me fooled. Is this all a game to you?” Scott’s grasp tightened
painfully around Connor’s forearms as Scott shoved him back, holding him at
arm’s length. The verbal assault continued. ”I heard the rumours about you, but
I was prepared to overlook them, to give you a chance. And what do you do first
opportunity you get? You proposition me. You’re nothing more than a fucking
tease. You'd fit right in at the Midnight Agency.”
Connor gasped. “I
have never…“ Connor's anger boiled over and he wrenched himself free. “You dare
judge me? You're no fucking saint. You’re the expert on whores. And as for
rumours, I’ve heard more than my share about you, from your father, no less. He
delighted in telling me of your exploits and conquests. Your father takes what
he wants. You pay for what you want. I can neither take nor pay. I am left to
bargain with what I have.”
Shocked at the
outburst, Scott crossed his arms and leant against the black granite worktop.
He stared at Connor, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he was trying to
work out where the outburst came from. Scott’s tone softened, and he cocked his
head to one side. “What do you really want, Connor? I feel like I’m always one
step behind with you, as if I’m missing some vital piece of information. There
are moments when I think I’ve seen the real you, and in those rare instances, I
like what I see. Then this other version rears its ugly head and takes me by
“I want what is
mine!” Connor snarled and thumped his chest. “The land we visited today belongs
to my people. It’s their birth right. I know for a fact your father has already
drawn up plans, everything has been approved. All he has to do is say the word,
and what is left of my world will be destroyed.” All the fight drained out of
him at the enormity of what he revealed sank in. Connor cast a glance at
Scott's confused face before he continued. “The land. It means nothing to you.
And yes, I will do anything you want, sacrifice everything," Connor
confessed in anguish. "I do not take this lightly. My word binds me
tighter than any legal contract.”
stared in open-mouthed shock. Whatever he expected sure as hell wasn’t a
proposal. To give his body for a night was one thing, but marriage? Connor
reached back, grasping the counter to steady himself. He took a deep breath.
He'd been ensnared in his own trap. A million thoughts raced through his mind,
but at the foremost was the land.
“You asked my price,
that’s it. I told you in the car, I want a normal life and someone special to
share it with. I think you do, too. Wouldn’t you like a real place to call your
own, Connor? You can’t enjoy coming home to an empty apartment any more than I
do. You can deny it all you want, but you know there’s something between us.”
Scott closed the distance between them. “If I’m honest, I’ve been drawn to you
from the moment I laid eyes on you in my office. At first I thought it was
infatuation,” Scott shrugged, “or good old-fashioned lust, but it’s more than
that. Whatever it is, it feels right, and I want a chance to explore it. I want
a partner for life, not a one night stand.” Scott caught Connor’s hand and
rubbed his thumb over the knuckles. “The ball’s in your court, Connor.”