And in her own words…
Zrinka Jelic lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two children. A member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter Fantasy Futuristic &Paranormal, as well as Savvy Authors, she writes contemporary fiction—which leans toward the paranormal—and adds a pinch of history. Her characters come from all walks of life, and although she prefers red, romance comes in many colors. Given Jelic’s love for her native Croatia and the Adriatic Sea, her characters usually find themselves dealing with a fair amount of sunshine, but that’s about the only break they get. “Alas,” Jelic says, with a grin. “Some rain must fall in everyone’s life.”
Contact me @: www.bondedbycrimson.blogspot.com
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And without further ado…
1. Who was your first author crush and why?
I’m not sure if crush is the right word since most of the authors I like are women. First one that comes to mind is Colleen McCullough author of “Thorn Birds”. I think I was thirteen or fourteen years old when I read the book and just wept. I’ve also read quite few books by Danielle Steel and until today my favorite one was “Kaleidoscope”.
2. What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?
I always liked writing but had no clue I’d become one. My teachers always praised my written assignments. It was easier for me to express my thoughts if I wrote them down, rather than to verbalize them. When I decided to put my stories onto the pages, I too made beginners’ mistakes. Even as an avid reader, I never heard of POV, telling vs. showing, backstory, info dumping and all those other writer’s lingo. So after a numerous writing workshops and courses, I kept perfecting my craft and my hard work paid off.
3. What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?
I’m not sure if I have any quirks. Other than listening to my music. For some songs I have to crank up the volume to the max so to not to disturb hubby while he’s killing zombies on his laptop, I have to put headphones on. Which is ok, they block other noises (kids including) and I can work undisturbed.
4. Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator… by the time they get off, the writer has two more books in making.
5. Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other:
Chocolate or flowers = flowers
Talk or Text = talk
Mountains or Beach = beach
Cowboy or Marine = hmm… Marine if I must
Wine or Beer = wine (a bit)
Cats or Dogs = cats but allergic so dogs I guess
Ebooks or Paperbacks = eBooks (addicted to Kindle)
Pantser or Plotter = Panster
Batman or Superman = Batman (Superman’s too in love with Lois)
Ability to fly or Power to be invisible = Invisible
Prius or Hemmie = Prius
Follow the rules or Break the rules = break, but will get into trouble
TV or Movies = Movies
NY or LA = Can I pick Dubrovnik?
Vampires or Angels = Vamp
Fall or Spring = Fall
Neat or Messy = Neat
Werewolf or Genie = Um, both
Tell jokes or Pull pranks = jokes
Home cooked meals or Go out to a restaurant = home cooked for home body
Thank you for hosting me on your blog today. It’s always a pleasure to reach out to new audience and readers. My debut novel “Bonded by Crimson” has been released on January 28th, and it is available in all formats at Black Opal Books, Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and All Romance eBooks
Love isn’t in the cards for her…
After her short failed marriage, Kate tries to rebuild her life and takes a position as a nanny to three small boys. She quickly grows to love them, but their father, terrifies her, while igniting a passion she didn’t know she possessed. Disturbed by his distant manner with his sons, Kate struggles to make him more involved in the boys’ daily lives. Her efforts are mysteriously supported by an entity that cannot really exist. Or can she? And if she does exist, is she really trying to help Kate, or just take over her body?
But when he deals the hand, all bets are off…
Six years after his beloved wife passed away, Matthias is still trying to become the father she wanted him to be. Not an easy task for a three-centuries-old immortal. His search for the ultimate nanny ends when Kate Rokov stumbles to his home and into his arms. The immediate attraction he feels for her seems like a betrayal of his dead wife, a love he’s harboured for over three hundred years. But when Kate is stalked by a deadly stranger, life he clung to in the past begins to crumble and break down. Can Matthias learn to trust and to love again in time to save his family from disaster, or will his stubborn pride destroy everything worth living for?
Kate left her mother’s small apartment and passed through the Bridge Gate under the steep medieval-defense walls then continued on to the Forum. A central market and public area during Roman times, it lay in ruins for almost two thousand years. Now it was a tourist attraction. Unable to resist the temptation, she ran through the remains and pretended she was a child again, playing hide and seek.
She crossed the square to the Church of Saint Donatus. Religious services had not been held here for centuries, but the place made her feel as if she had stepped out of the busy modern world into an unchanging, ancient realm, wrapped in a shroud of mystery, waiting to be awakened again someday.
A few tourists, fascinated with the unusual round structure of the building, oohed and aahed at the entrance. She paid the admission and strolled across the three apses cloister. An amateur sang an unrecognizable tune on the small stage. Anywhere else in the world, his singing would sound like strangling a cat, but the stark interior provided acoustics that made his voice bearable.
The steep stairs took her to the first floor arcade where she walked around, looking down on the ground level until she completed the circle. This was her little ritual each time she visited here.
The thick, stonewalls kept the heat out. She took a deep breath, sat, and pulled the laptop out of her bag. So, what else was new here, besides the marble floor? She scanned the interior while her computer booted, taking note of the plexiglass coverings on the windows. Good, it kept the pigeons out.
Street noises mixed with the clunking sounds of guys setting up chairs on the lower level for the concert venue of the Annual International Festival of Renaissance Music.