Fantasy Romance Author, Marsha A. Moore: Seeking a Scribe

Marsha, can you tell us a little about your newest release that isn’t in the blurb?
Seeking a Scribe is the first book of a five-part series, the Enchanted Bookstore Legends. The series is a complex, epic fantasy tale, filled with symbolism, subplots, clues, and misclues. Some resolve before the end of the first book, but many do not. Several mysteries will persist until the last of the series. The story is a romance, where the yearning of the two lovers to have a life together drives them along one fantasy quest after another—love is very powerful! The heroine, Lyra, is from the real world, while her lover, Cullen, is a wizard who cannot leave the fantasyworld of Dragonspeir for long or he will lose the magic that gives him immortality. He is actually 200 years old and will perish if in Lyra’s world for long. She can only be a guest in his world, unless she can gain enough magical ability to be deemed a member of that community, free to come and go as she pleases… and live a life with Cullen. Bridging this separation drives some fantastic adventures.

What genre would you place your books into? What made you decide to write this genre of book, and romance in particular?
span style=”font-family: Times New Roman, serif;”>That’s been difficult from the start. I call this series epic fantasy romance, but that really doesn’t exist in mainstream genre labels. The books are as much high fantasy as they are romance. The combination appeals to me because I’m a fantasy fan, but like the element of romance to reveal extra nuances of character depth.

I like to add romance because it allows me to get deeper into characters’ thoughts and feelings, unlike any other interaction. Many ask me why I include romance with my fantasy rather than writing YA fantasy. When I read the Harry Potter books, I loved every element except for the limitations in character depth. I wanted to know more about how each felt. That amount of character depth is important to me, and one of the best ways to gain it is by employing romance.

What’s your paranormal element of choice?
I like to write about any paranormals that aren’t rigidly defined by popular culture, such as vampires and werewolves. I don’t care for the constraints of their established traits and behaviors. I enjoy writing ghosts, wizards, witches, psychics, djinn, and a host of others from ancient legends and lore.

How do you keep track of plot elements or twists?
In the Enchanted Bookstore series, the plot is extremely complex. There are hidden clues and misclues as well as subplots that won’t be answered until much later in the series of five books. That requires lots of planning and pages upon pages of notes.

Have you ever suffered from “writer’s block”? What did you do to get past the “block”?
No, but sometimes my mind is too filled with everyday life problems to allow me to think about my writing as clearly as I’d like. If that happens, I often go kayaking. It’s an easy fix, since I live on a large saltwater lagoon in the Tampa area. I can kayak year round. After 30 minutes, my head is clear and brimming with ideas about how to connect my plot points. That always seems to make me paddle faster, to get back home and write!

What is the most exciting part of your writing process?
The first draft is the most fun, letting the ideas flow like water and the characters are talking all at the same time in my mind—definitely a rush!

Are you a full-time writer or part-time, and how do you organize your writing time?
I’m a full-time writer. Mostly, I do promotion and marketing work in the morning, followed by smaller writing tasks. Often I tackle new writing after dinner when I can find a larger block of time to move ideas around. About once or twice a week I take the whole day to write. I love those days, being able to immerse in my story. My best writing happens on those days.

What can readers expect with next from you?
The second Enchanted Bookstore Legend, entitled Heritage Avenged, will be coming out at the end of May/early June. After that, I’m planning to release the third, Lost Volumes, at the end of September.

Quick-Draw Series
What are you reading? Right now I’m reading Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman.
Fave Quote? “I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.” ~Dr. Seuss
Fave gemstone? Blue chalcedony
Fave season? Summer
Fave animal? Birds, all sorts
Fave movie? Pan’s Labyrinth
Fave author? Johnny Depp

Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend One
Blurb:
Lyra McCauley is a writer and loves fantasy novels, but until she opens a selection from bookstore owner Cullen Drake, she has no idea he’s a wizard character who lives a double life inside that volume…or the story’s magic will compel her from the edge of depression to adventure, danger, and love. 

His gift to Lyra, the Book of Dragonspeir, was actually her copy, misplaced years ago. Lost in her pain following divorce and death, she fails to recognize him as her childhood playmate from the fantasyland. Friendship builds anew. Attraction sparks. But Lyra doubts whether a wizard is capable of love. She’s torn—should she protect her fragile heart or risk new love? 

Opening the book’s cover, she confronts a quest: save Dragonspeir from destruction by the Black Dragon before he utilizes power of August’s red moon to expand his strength and overthrow the opposing Imperial Dragon. Lyra accepts the challenge, fearing Cullen will perish if evil wins. Along with magical animal guides, Cullen helps her through many perils, but ultimately Lyra must use her own power…and time is running out. 

Excerpt:

Chapter One: Licorice Memories

The smell of anise greeted Lyra as she opened the door to Drake’s bookstore. It took her back to happy childhood memories. Licorice-shoe-string-rewards for following her parents’ requests to stay on the dock while they secured the family’s pleasure boat to its trailer. The aroma brought a fleeting remembrance of times long gone, a treasure now that her folks had recently passed. At ease with the familiar scent, she settled into browsing through rows of antique bookcases.

The shop owner stuck his head around a set of shelves. “Do you like tea?”

Yes, I do.” Before she could finish speaking, he disappeared. “Is that the wonderful smell?” she called out.

Kitchenware clinked in the back room. Receiving no answer, Lyra followed the noises, scanning collections as she walked. This bookshop appeared established, but surely she would have remembered it from her last visit to the Lake Huron village five years ago. Books were her passion, especially fantasy. She paused in front of that section and studied its titles.

The owner appeared, holding a pewter tray with a teapot, two cups, sugar jar, spoons, and napkins, which he laid on the corner of an old library table. She watched him carefully pour the tea and hand her a cup. He was about her age, mid thirties or a bit older, and handsome. His medium brown hair, peppered with gray at the temples, grazed his shoulders in wavy layers, and his beard was trimmed into a neat goatee. He wore long shorts, a knit golf shirt, and sandals—typical casual attire for this island resort community.

She set down her bag from the drugstore and accepted his offer with a smile. “Thanks. My name’s Lyra.” She blew across the hot surface of the tea to cool it and then inhaled the anise-scented steam. She closed her eyes to fully enjoy the memory. “Ah!”

Afternoons of boating and licorice with your parents? Right?” he asked.

Her mouth dropped open. How did he know that?

He slurped from his cup. “Go ahead, take a sip. My folks gave me the same reward for taking my kid sister along on bicycle rides.”

Forgetting all about the tea, she asked, “How do you know my childhood memory?”

Taste it.” His lips curled into a sly grin as he took another gulp.

She cautiously took a tiny sip, just enough to wet her lips and the tip of her tongue. The flavor flooded her mouth, and her mind swam with wonderful memories. The taste transformed into that of gigantic popcorn balls the sheriff’s wife down the street made for Halloween trick-or-treaters, accompanied by images of Lyra’s costume—a red, fringed gypsy skirt borrowed from Mom. Next came a pumpkin flavor and vision of holding a cold piece of “punky-pie” in her five-year-old hand. Another swallow returned her experience back to anise. “What is this? How did you know?”

Let me introduce myself.” His grin spread into a smile as his eyes met hers. He took a step closer. “I’m Cullen, Cullen Drake, and I know many things. What I don’t know is what sort of books you like to read.”

His keen interest caused heat to rise in her cheeks. “Well, actually I have several favorites, all fantasy and magical realism. You have a number of authors I like in this section.” She turned to refer to the shelves behind her, but found non-fiction hunting guides instead. “This case held classic fantasy a moment ago!”

Cullen put down his cup. “It moved. It’s over here, and I have just what you want.” He slid an old-fashioned library ladder along its track, set the locking device, and climbed straight up to the top shelf.

Lyra followed, walking between four comfortable leather club chairs grouped on a Persian rug. A portrait of a young girl and a man wearing a cloak caught her attention. Something seemed familiar in the child’s smile.

The noise of books sliding on shelves distracted her. She moved to the base of his ladder and glanced up. The ceiling of embossed tin panels decorated with Victorian teardrop chandeliers and paper Chinese dragons made a unique combination, to be sure.

But Lyra was more curious about the strange happenings in the store and its owner. He was certainly odd, although not the bookish, geeky sort who usually ran bookshops she frequented. He had an athletic frame and strong legs.

Can’t find it!” he exclaimed and quickly descended. His brow furrowed, he dusted off his hands on his shorts. “I’ve got to find that volume for you. If you don’t mind me saying, there’s a sadness about you. The book will make you happier than you’ve been since those days of licorice shoe strings.”

After magical tea and shifting bookcases, I almost believe you.” She laughed to cover her concerns. Even four months after it was final, she worried that the loneliness she felt after her divorce blazed like a beacon on her forehead. But, Cullen knew so much—it startled her…actually, intrigued her. Her ex didn’t ever see inside her, didn’t want to. This man read her as though he knew her. Did he? He seemed so familiar.

Once I find that book, I promise, you’ll be pleased.” He stroked his goatee. “Hmm. Where did I last see it?” The twinkle in his gray-blue eyes captivated Lyra. “Will you be here for the week? I can look for it and call you later.”

I’m staying the rest of the summer with my elderly Aunt Jean. She owns a lovely cottage at the end of Walnut overlooking Lake Huron. I thought I’d keep her company and give her time away from her nurse during my teaching break. While I’m here, I plan to write my novel.”

Great! You’re a writer? What do you teach?”

Yes, and I teach American Literature at Southern University in Florida. Seems like you already would’ve known that since you jumped into my childhood memories,” she stammered, attempting some humor. Taking a long draught of the tea, her mind filled with memories of her pet dachshund wiggling next to her, displacing a row of dolls. Another part of her past he knew—impossible! Her forehead beaded with sweat.

No, only thoughts associated with a lot of emotion, like the happiness of snuggling with your dog.”

How?” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I don’t understand.” Her mind swam, trying to grasp what happened. She desperately needed some fresh air. With trembling hands she set the cup down.

I realize it must seem odd, but the book I’m looking for will help explain.” He leaned closer with a smile that somehow reassured her. “This is Saturday. If you can come by next Wednesday morning, I think I should have it for you by then…if you’d like.” He paused and looked into her eyes, waiting for a reply.

Yes…I’m curious.” In spite of the confusion, she found herself agreeing. “Wednesday will work.”

Fine. Let me take down your number in case I can’t find it.” He walked to the counter and located a notepad and pen. She dictated her number and full name, which he repeated, “Lyra McCauley, a lovely Celtic name for a pretty lady.”

I think I need to go now. Thanks for the tea.” With shaking fingers, she collected her shopping bag and headed toward the door.

He escorted her out and offered his hand to shake, the corners of his goatee lifting into an inviting grin. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Lyra smiled and looked into his eyes, trying to discern his unusual clairvoyant gift. “You too.” The initial touch, of his palm against hers, sent electrical shivers along her arm. She jerked, yet didn’t let go, fascinated by the strong emotions flashing through her mind—attraction, excitement, and acceptance. After an awkwardly long pause, she dropped his hand, half-stumbled over the threshold into the sunshine, and took a long, deep breath.

She ambled to an outdoor café a couple blocks farther down Tenth Street, while her mind buzzed with questions. How did he know those things about her? She dropped onto a seat at an empty table, shaded by an umbrella. He was fascinating and frightening at the same time…and familiar. Her divorce and loss of her parents left her lonely. He intrigued her.

May I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?” The waitress interrupted with a bright young voice, a college student working a summer job.

Startled back to reality, Lyra murmured, “Just water, please.” Alone in a crowd of lunch goers, her thoughts returned to the bookstore and many unanswered questions.

The waitress placed a glass of water in front of her.

She almost hated to drink and remove the sweet aftertaste of anise from her tongue.

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Author Bio:
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Her creativity also spills into watercolor painting and drawing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transforming into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Crazy about cycling, she usually passes the 1,000 mile mark yearly. She is learning kayaking and already addicted. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and that spiritual quest helps her explore the mystical side of fantasy. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at new stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical! 

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6 Responses to Fantasy Romance Author, Marsha A. Moore: Seeking a Scribe

  1. Thanks for inviting me to be here today, Sandra!

  2. Hi SJ…hello Marsha. Tell me, why do you love Blue chalcedony – I’ve misplaced my Gemstone property book and my daughter just gave me one of these stones. I’ve been carrying it in my pocket because it feels right to do it…something about the energy. So, what’s your thoughts?
    P.S. Looking forward to reading this book.

  3. Hi Kay Dee! I wondered if anyone might be curious about that! Originally, I was just drawn to the energy of that stone. It seems to have a calming effect. Then, I did some research:

    Chalcedony absorbs negative energy. It brings the mind, body, emotions and spirit into harmony. The gem instills feelings of benevolence and generosity. It alleviates hostility and transforms melancholy into joy. Eases self-doubt. Creates openness and enthusiasm. Absorbs and dissipates negative thoughts, emotions and bad dreams.

    I certainly need as much of that as possible lately.

    My whole Enchanted Bookstore Legends series is filled with use of magical gemstones–one of my interests. I have a guest post scheduled next Monday where I talk about the various stones used in the first book, Seeking a Scribe. Although the magical beings inherit their unique abilities, they need to use magnetism from the Earth, as well as energies from the stars and magical gems, in order to learn to use and control their powers. Should be a good post! It’s at Aislynn’s Stitch Read Cook Blog
    http://www.stitchreadcook.com

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