Saturday, August 3, 2013

D.L. Jackson spills the beans

Hi Dawn! So glad to have you at Spilling the Beans, where we can learn a little bit about you, and your book. Grab a cappuccino and let’s chat. Unless you have another favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)?
Iced coffee or cappuccino is fine.

Fur or feathers, petwise?
Scales. I love lizards, but of course I’d have to say fur, since I also love cats.

Any pet peeves? One thing that really burns your biscuits?
Plagiarism. Those who do it. Period. If you can’t write your own stories, don’t.

What’s your guilty pleasure?
My whirlpool bath, a wine cooler and a good book.

Ahh. Sounds wonderful. Favorite quote?
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”  Thomas A. Edison

Love that. What’s your ideal day like?

If you could live out any fantasy, what would you do?
I’d time travel—see when and where history was made, as it happened.

I'll go start the Tardis! :) Beethoven, Beatles, Foo Fighters or Keith Urban (what type(s) of music makes you rock out)?
Five Finger Death Punch, Shinedown, Godsmack, Stone Sour. Really, it’s usually whatever I’m in the mood for, but these are my general go-to bands.

Does music influence your writing? Do you have a music playlist for your book?
Not always. I do listen to the radio while I write, but I wouldn’t say it always influences me. Only when I wrote My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy, did I play specific music, and then I was listening to Big Band to get in the mood for the ballroom scene.

Which of your characters would you most/least want to hang out with, and why?
I’d love to hang out with Cori Valentine, from Cinderella Wore Combat Boots. I’m a vet. It’s a military thing.

While creating your books, what was one of the most surprising things you learned?
If you hold your breath in space, your lungs will burst.

Where can readers find out more about you?

Please share a book blurb and/or excerpt
This one is for Last Flight of the Ark, a science fiction, erotic romance.
Evolution never happened so fast.  
Twelve hours outside of Terra II, Colonel Kaleb Titan, a molecular geneticist and commander of the Ark faces a life or death choice that could change the fate of mankind.
The Genesis I, aka the Ark, travels with a hold full of wildlife and three crew members. When a wolf bite and genetically-altering gamma radiation transform Kaleb, he notices his senses have been heightened, his libido has gone haywire and he can’t keep his hands off his crew. Worse yet, they don't seem inclined to stop him.
When their sister ship, the Genesis II arrives early, Kaleb’s problems compound. As soon as the command crew of the Genesis II boards, one whiff tells Kaleb they’re not from Earth or who they appear to be.
When he discovers that they’ve kept the Genesis II’s crew of over two thousand alive, he begins to believe their reasons may be far more ominous than anyone could have imagined. However, he also discovers what’s holding them back. The hijackers seem to be allergic to canines.
Now they're forced to employ biological warfare against their own, but will it be enough to save humanity?
History is about to repeat and only one species will survive.

Kaleb ran his arm under the water and slowly peeled the shirt off. He lifted the fabric to his nose and sniffed. He could smell her, even under the blood. She’d been aroused before she’d taken it off, before the wolf had bitten him.
He dropped it to the floor and stepped into the shower. The water seemed dirty. He could smell and taste the chemicals used to recycle and filter it. He glanced down at his arm, expecting to see shredded meat. Instead, small scars puckered up from where the wolf’s teeth had punctured flesh. He blinked and raised it closer. Wounds didn’t heal that fast. And people couldn’t smell fear or hear someone’s heart race from across a lift.
Now that he was away from her, he could think, and now that he had mental clarity, his thoughts scared the hell out of him. This couldn’t, shouldn’t, be possible.
He shut the water off and strode out of the shower, dripping everywhere. He wiped his hand across the mirror and studied his reflection. Golden eyes stared back: cold, feral, and hungry. He blinked and looked again. They practically glowed. Had the radiation somehow merged the wolf’s DNA with his? He ought to know. He was a geneticist. Everything about the situation screamed mutation. Those eyes weren’t human. His sight, sense of smell, the urges weren’t human. The hunger wasn’t human. Well, maybe a little. Eight months of celibacy would make any man hungry.

Thanks for spilling the beans today, Dawn!
Thanks for having me today and helping to launch my novel.


Kathleen Ann Gallagher's Place to Reflect said...

Hi Dawn!

I'm with you with the time travel! I'd have to be sure I could get back when I wiggled my nose!

Last Flight of the Ark sounds amazing!

Yolanda Renee said...

The book sounds delicious!

And yes time travel, are we allowed to go back and stay?

Good luck with all but especially Last Flight of the Ark!

D L Jackson said...

Thanks for having me today, Cate. And thanks to all for stopping by and helping me to celebrate the re-release of my novel, Last Flight of the Ark.

Cate Masters said...

Happy to have you Dawn! Best of luck with your re-release. Sounds like an exciting story.

Taryn Kincaid said...

Huh. Remind me never to hold my breath while in space!

Madeleine Sara said...

I love the quote you gave, Dawn.Last Flight of the Ark is a catchy title. Intriguing synopsis and excerpt too. All the best.