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Laurel O’Donnell

Welcome Laurel O’Donnell as she talks about her book Angel’s Assassin.

Open with a little about yourself.  When did you start writing, how long and what do you write?

Hi.  I’m Laurel O’Donnell and I write medieval romance, paranormal romance and urban fantasy.  I started writing in junior high school.  So long ago!  J  I used to write myself into my favorite television shows as the love interest.  In particular, I remember it was Starsky and Hutch.  From there, it was natural to develop my own characters.  There is always a part of me in each character I write. 

Think a lot of authors can say they share a bit of themselves in their characters.

What can you tell us about Angel’s Assassin that isn’t in the blurb or excerpt?  Was it an easy write?  How long did it take you to write it?

Angel’s Assassin is the book of my heart.  The story is exactly what I meant to write.  I know this sounds strange, but sometimes my characters take me off the path I thought I was writing when I started the story.  This story stuck to it.  Damien is a great, troubled hero.  His story is very strong.

I started writing Angel’s Assassin in 2006.  It took me about a year, but the first ending I wrote wasn’t right.  It didn’t seem to me to be the correct ending for Damien and Aurora.  So I rewrote it.  I ended up writing four endings before I got it right.  I know this is the ending I wanted, that this ending is the perfect ending for my characters.  I can feel it in my heart.  It is their happy ending.

LOL… My characters take me for a ride for my money all the time. That’s one reason I don’t really waste time plotting. The few times I did, I didn’t follow the plot anyway.

Are you a pantser or plotter? What can you tell us a little about your writing process?

I think you can tell by my answers above that I am a pantser.  For Angel’s Assassin, I really let the characters tell me where they wanted the story to go.  I knew what I wanted to happen in each scene, but beyond that it was really all up to Damien and Aurora.

If you could be any fictional character—including your own, who would you choose and why?

I would want to be Aurora.  She is so kind and tries really hard to do right by her people.  I like that she is so giving.

What is your favorite TV show or movie?

I love, absolutely love, Supernatural.  Sam and Dean are just so gallant and they battle evil.  Oh, and they’re not bad to look at either!  J

Supernatural is one show I regret never having seen.

Okay, since I write both vamps and cowboys, I want to know, which is sexier:  Vampires or Cowboys?

Vampires.  Shrug.  I write vamps, too.

LOL… There’s just something about a vamp. But then I say the same thing about a cowboy…LOL

Thanks so much for interviewing me!

Thank you for coming by!

Angel’s Assassin

Brutal Assassin

Trained to kill swiftly and emotionlessly, Damien has lived his life in darkness, desiring only one thing, to be free.  When his master offers him his freedom for the completion of one last mission, Damien doesn’t hesitate.  He has no doubt that he will be free.  Until he sees the woman he is to kill.  She is his…

Beautiful Angel

Compassionate and kind, Aurora of Acquitaine is the epitome of goodness.  She lives her life trying to atone for her mother’s cruelty by being fair and just to her people.  But when she is attacked by an assassin, she fears her mother’s killer has returned for her.

Will Damien find redemption in Aurora’s kindness or will his darkness consume her?

Excerpt:

Damien moved up beside Aurora as she stood looking out over the dark waters.  He had accompanied her as she retreated from the grisly sight of her slain friend to the comfortable confines of the tower.

She stared out at the ocean.  Tendrils of her golden hair whipped about her face like a cape.  When lightning speared the sky, it threw a turbulence of light and dark shadows across her face.  He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, saw the rippling of unshed tears.  And then the streak of lightning disappeared, plunging her features again into blackness.  Thunder rumbled above them.

“Why did you kiss me?” she wondered.

The abrupt question seemed out of place, but he knew she was trying to force her mind away from the gruesome scene she had just witnessed.

Lightning flashed in the distance, growing closer every second.  The wind picked up around her, snapping her hair behind her.  Damien watched the strands fly about her face, the face that sent his dark intentions soaring toward a bright light, toward a radiance that offered a shimmering ray of hope.  She had a face that was simply mesmerizing to look at.  The delicate, yet strong and regal, line of her jaw.  The cheekbones of a Greek goddess.  The lips that created the most sensual mouth any man could ever imagine.  A mouth that created a voice that would humble any Siren.

“Was it to punish me?  Was it to teach me something?” she asked

“To tempt you.”

“Tempt me?” she echoed, confused.

“I wanted you to be like me,” he answered truthfully.  She deserved to know the truth in her last moments.  “I wanted you to be flawed, weak.  I wanted you to be like everyone else.”

She faced him and Damien was shocked to find vulnerability in her large eyes, a deep sadness.  “You are my weakness.”

Shock speared through Damien.  Me? he silently questioned.  Why on earth would I be her weakness?  But her words rang true.  He remembered the look of concern in her eyes when she realized the arrow had poisoned him.  He recalled the way she lifted her lips to his when he tempted her.  Could it be?  Could she truly mean what she said?  Damien lifted his hand to brush one of those golden tendrils from her cheek.  It encircled his hand.  No.  It couldn’t be.  It was her grief talking.  She needed someone, anyone to distract her from her pain.  “You don’t know what you’re saying.”  He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

For a moment, she stiffened, but then she relaxed against his body.  The tight expression on her face melted into one of anguish.

Damien’s heart twisted at her pain.  He wanted to relieve her agony, to reassure her.  He bent his head to her lips.

Bio:

Laurel O’Donnell lives in Illinois with her husband, four children and five cats.  She has always enjoyed escaping into the medieval era, including spending a summer interning at the renaissance faire in Wisconsin where she learned to sword fight and recite Shakespeare.  Now, she spends her time reading a good book, watching Sam and Dean on Supernatural, or working on her next novel…

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11 thoughts on “Laurel O’Donnell

  1. I’m glad to see you stuck to your story, Laurel. I tend to do both plot and write by the seat of my pants. Glad you got your ending right.
    Well done,
    Nice meeting you,
    Neecy

    • Hi Neecy –
      Nice meeting you, too! I tried to plot because it takes me so long to write a full novel, but my characters would have none of it! 🙂 So, I’m back to a pantser.
      Laurel

  2. Jennifer Lowery says:

    Fantastic interview! Love troubled heroes! They are my favorite to write and read. I, too, am a panster and I love it! Your book sounds great, gonna read it! Thanks for sharing with us!

    • Hi Jennifer –
      Glad you liked the interview. I, too, love being a pantser! I love to find out where the characters take me. Please let me know what you think of Angel’s Assassin. 🙂
      Laurel

    • Kristina –
      I’m glad you enjoyed the excerpt! It was a pivotal scene in Angel’s Assassin. When you read it, please drop me a line and let me know what you think!
      Laurel

    • Hi Roxy –
      You have to watch Supernatural! But do it from the beginning. A lot of times you can find some of the first episodes on TNT or Netflix. It’s an awesome show!!!
      Laurel

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