- Please introduce yourself. Tell us a little about the person behind the pen.
Who is Melissa Silvey? I’m a mom and a student. I also have a part time job so sometimes my schedule can be hectic. I’m 42 years old which means I’m an older student. I’m finding I don’t mind that at all; in fact it’s kind of liberating. I don’t have any social pressures and can just be myself. I’m taking my second creative writing class. I don’t have a lot of free time to work on my own novels, but I love going to college so I’m not complaining. Also I’m currently addicted to ABC’s “Once Upon A Time” and I’m learning a lot more than I thought I’d ever want to know about tumblr and twitter and shipping and canon and otp. The show is blowing my mind, and learning the lingo behind internet pairings of fictional charcters is fun and new and exciting!
2. What made you decide to write (the genre of your book), were there any influencing factors, or were any of the stories based on true events.
What brought me to romance novels? I remember when I was pre-teen to early teenage years picking up second hand romance novels and I just fell in love. Although I go through spurts of reading other genres, I always go back to romance. I think it’s because it’s half fantasy and half reality. And that’s the fun of it. I want my stories to be relatable and still have a hint of, “I wish that would happen to me!”
3. How do you promote your book, and do you find that difficult or just par for the course.
I don’t really have a lot of free time to promote myself and my books. I post the odd tweet or FB post, but currently not much more than that. I’ve decided to take a few marketing classes, I think that will help significantly. Yes, I think it is difficult to try to be writer and promoter. Thankfully I have a couple of people who believe in me and are trying to promote my books some as well.
4. Do you remember your first review and how it made you feel? (If it was a bad one, also tell about your good one too).
I remember the first time someone liked my books other than my mom and my sister. I felt validated. I’d been writing half my life but not really allowing anyone to read what I wrote. Finally I came to a point of, “What the heck am I waiting for?” My mom encouraged me to self-publish, and since then I am really encouraged by the response. And of course I try to improve my writing skills when I get a bad review. But of course it hurts when someone gives a bad review to your life’s work. I just think I have to use those to better myself and my writing.
5. Tell us about your book and if it’s a series and how the public is reacting to this book.
I have several books available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I’m currently working on the third book of my Executioner series. Happy endings are hard sometimes! Most of the reviews are positive; I don’t think I’ve had any negative reviews yet.
6. Can you share any and all links that are important to you as a person and the book? (You can relate more to a book if you know more about the author).
My website is: http://www.melissasilvey.com/
The link to the list of my books on Amazon is: www.tinyurl.com/msilvey
And I love goodreads.com so here is the link to my author page there: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6949604.Melissa_Silvey
7. I’ll wrap it up with this question since “7” is a lucky numberJ. Can you share an excerpt from your book, and I’d like to thank you so much for taking time to share your book with me. Please share as much as you’d like.
I’d like to thank you for having me! It’s my first so I’m very excited to share with you! This is an excerpt from The Executioner: A Love Story. My mom actually gave me the idea for the book and I ran with it. Everyone needs love, I guess, even kick-butt vigilantes. Arianna has to be one of my favorite characters: gorgeous yet insecure, hard as nails on the exterior but a lost girl on the inside. She’s more than enough woman for any man, so I guess that’s why she needs two!
The link to The Executioner: A Love Story is here: www.tinyurl.com/mj75vjp
The Executioner: A Love Story
When they returned to her car he opened the door for her. He was polite and chivalrous.
“How old are you,” she wondered as she drove back to the apartment.
“I am twenty-six,” he said as he pushed several buttons on her radio and set her clock.
“That’s been off since daylight savings time. Thank you. I tried to fix it, but I couldn’t figure it out. I thought it would at least be right again in the fall.” He also reset the navigation system that had blinked on the menu page for days.
“I have a talent for technology,” he said proudly.
And I have a talent for killing people, she thought. “I wish I had your talent.”
“I’m twenty-six too, by the way.” She examined his face again. She knew she looked young, but he looked much younger than her. “Where did you go to college?”
“MIT,” he said offhandedly.
“Wow,” she said, stunned to silence again. She glanced at her newly set clock, and saw it was only 5:30. “We’re here early.” She pulled into her parking space and he hurried out of the car to open the door for her again.
“Where did you go to college?” He asked as they walked up the steps together.
“I went to college in Pennsylvania.” Her voice became quiet. “But I didn’t finish.”
“Maybe, if you want to start again, I could tutor you,” he offered as they made it to their shared porch and he unlocked his door.
“I think you’d get tired of me really fast,” she remarked innocently.
“I don’t think I’d ever get tired of you,” he smiled. Her heart skipped a beat. She held her keys to her side. She didn’t want to unlock her door and go inside. She didn’t want to be alone again, staring at the TV and trying not to think of what she’d done.
“You could go to church with me if you want,” he offered lightly. “I’ll let you drive, even. Your car is awesome.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat and stared down at her hands. He looked disappointed.
“I’m sorry, I just…” What could she say? She committed twenty-three murders in five years and she didn’t think Jesus would care about her reasons and her excuses? “I’m just really tired from the flight,” she lied quickly. “Thank you for going out with me.” She reached out her hand to him, and he took it and shook it. His hands were soft and warm.
He released it suddenly. “I hear you crying at night,” he said lightly. He didn’t look away. “I feel bad and wish I could knock on your door. I wish I could help.”
Her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. “You can knock on my door any time.” His eyes were gentle, and his smile was warm. She quickly unlocked her door and hurried inside.
*** Melissa is a good colleague of mine and I urge you to check her book out. Thank you Melissa for allowing me to interview you 🙂