Friday, August 9, 2013

Liza O space-naps Pippa Jay & her book Keir

Welcome space peeps. Today I'm space-napping a very talented author to learn about one of her very fine books.

Space Rep: Why didn't you just invite her for an interview?

Liza: Because she's really busy. She might say she couldn't come for three days. So I had no choice but to remove the chance of refusal by space-napping.

Space Rep: These space-napping are going to get you in trouble.

Liza: Nonsense. Authors are too nice to press charges. They're also too busy. The closest Judicial Seat is 200 light years away. While it's possible they could find new audiences on the way to court, there is no assurance Amazon has assimilated the planet yet. So they endure the loss of three days and move on.

And here is my new author victim now. Would you like to guess who it is?

Space Rep: UMMMM  Can you give me a hint?

Liza: This author spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee.

Space Rep:  Not a clue. Can I have another hint?

Liza: She's a stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory.

Space Rep: Got it! Pippa Jay!

Liza: Well done!  Hi, Pippa Jay!

Pippa Jay: Liza? You need to fix the oxygen line in that helmet. I nearly suffocated!

Liza: There is no oxygen line in the helmet. Space Rep was supposed to guess faster. 

Pippa Jay: Seriously? My life depended upon Space Rep guessing fast enough?

Liza: When you say it like that, I feel kind of bad.

Pippa Jay: Bad enough to let me out of this riot tube?

Liza: *laughs* Not a chance. You'll smack me on my head and transport out. So let's talk about the book I stole from your desk while kidnapping you.

Liza: First of all, did my transporter eat your color?

Pippa Jay: Nope. That's my cover.

Liza: Oh Good. Because that is one beautiful cover. So tell me about Keir.

Pippa Jay: Thank you! Keir is a 2012 Readers Favorite Award Finalist, 2013 Aspen Gold RWA Contest Finalist, and 2012 SFR Galaxy Award Winner.

Liza: Wow, it's got street cred! Now what's it about?

Pippa Jay: Outcast. Cursed. Dying. Is Keir beyond redemption?

Liza: I don't know. I haven't read it. Why are you asking me?

Pippa Jay: For Keirlan de Corizi--the legendary ‘Blue Demon’ of Adalucien--death seems the only escape from a world where his discolored skin marks him as an oddity and condemns him to life as a pariah. But salvation comes in an unexpected guise: Tarquin Secker, a young woman who can travel the stars with a wave of her hand.

But Quin has secrets of her own. She’s spent eternity searching through space and time with a strange band of companions at her back. Defying her friends’ counsel, Quin risks her apparent immortality to save Keir. She offers him sanctuary and a new life on her home world, Lyagnius.

When Keir mistakenly unleashes his dormant alien powers and earns instant exile from Quin’s home world, will she risk everything to stand by him again?

Liza: There you go with the questions again. If I had already read your book I would have written a review rather than space-napped you.

Pippa Jay: That would have been really nice, because I've got a ton of stuff I need to do.

Liza: Not happening. I'm keeping you for three days...and if someone doesn't comment, I may keep you longer. Now from memory, tell me a part of your book...and do not ask anymore questions.

Pippa Jay: By memory? I sleep like five hours a night...I don't have a memory. Sometimes I misname my kids.

Liza: And if you want to see your misnamed kids again, you'll tell us an excerpt.

Pippa Jay:  Okay, here goes...

Brilliant flashes of multicolored lights burst and bloomed like flowers in the sky, drawing him onto a small balcony outside.

He stood in the shadows and watched them in fascination, the night air cool on his skin and the wind stirring his hair. His quarters overlooked the stone bowl of the plaza in which they had arrived, a deep crater in the craggy mouth of the mountain that cupped the shell-like palace. Even in the glow of the illuminated sky, he could see nothing below the crater’s rim or the landscape beyond, all of it hidden by night’s dark mantle. The stars were white pinpricks, dimmed to insignificance by the explosion of lights and veiled by a mixture of smoke and wispy clouds.

Amidst the noise and flashes, the sound of movement drew his gaze aside. Quin stepped out onto the adjoining balcony to lean nonchalantly on the ledge and admire the show. The display forgotten, Keir immersed himself deeper in the shadows and watched her instead. Quin had unbound her hair, which now formed a wild red halo around her face. The formal robes had been exchanged for a short black slip that ended mid-thigh, and a long-sleeved robe of black lace. The gentle curves of her slim figure showed through the fabric. His eyes strayed to the white skin of her legs, like fine marble shaped and smoothed. What would it feel like to touch? Cool like stone? Or warm like velvet, soft as silk?

Unease tightened his muscles, and he tried to pull his gaze away. A Salusian woman would never expose herself like that. But she does not know I am here. I should not be looking. Even as he thought it, even as he berated himself for it, his gaze drifted back. A smile arched her lips as she watched the skies, as enchanted as a child. A stronger gust of wind brushed the hair back from her face and folded the satin cloth of her outfit taut around her figure.

A sudden sense of elation overwhelmed him, combined with the heat T’rill had inspired. Desire wrapped tight arms around his body. The heady mix stole his breath. No. Shame burned his skin. Quin was his friend, the first he had ever had. The first person to show him kindness in more years than he could count. Yet at that moment he wanted more. For the first time in remembrance, he wanted to touch and be touched in return. To hold her and have her return his embrace freely, with more than a friend’s affection. To feel her white skin under his fingertips. To brush the hair from her face as the breeze did now, and run his fingers through it.

His thoughts dishonored her gift of friendship to him.

Liza: Wow, I need to buy that. It sounds really good. 

Pippa Jay: Thanks! 

Liza: So where can I buy it?


Pippa Jay: Can I go now?

Liza: First, you have to say something nice about my book, Worst Week Ever.

Pippa Jay: Worst Week Ever is the romance equivalent of America’s Funniest Home Videos. Read. Laugh. Cringe. And be grateful it isn’t happening to you. :P

Liza: Thank you. That sums up my book really well. In three days, I'll let you go. I want to give peeps a chance to stop by and buy your book first and read your nice comment about my book. 

AND LEAVE COMMENTS. Pippa will be very bored if you don't. She'll have nothing to read, because I'm taking her book with me to read.

Pippa Jay: Eeep!


  1. Keir was one of my favorite books of 2012. It's the reason I stalk... Er follow Pippa on all social sites. It's really great writing, with characters that are like able, and relate able. Thanks for the cute interview! Pippa I hope you're released soon.

    1. Aww, thanks Tawania! Yeah, these bindings are a little on the tight side here. *wriggles*

  2. Well, Tawania has saved you from permanent incarceration. On day three, I'll release you.

    Tawania, you've chosen your stalking victim well

    1. Does a comment earn maybe a knot or three being loosened off, please Liza? *flutters eyelashes*

    2. Your in a riot tube, but I suppose I can loosen the fit if you get 10 comments.

  3. lolz Great interview, ladies! Liza is the queen of kidnapping :P LOVED Keir, Pippa!!! :D

    1. It should be noted that before I got my crappy used space craft from a wrecking planet I once kidnapped Karen on earth.

    2. Thanks Karen! (pssst, slack off one of these knots, will ya?)

  4. Yes, watch out for Liza! You never know when you're going to find yourself transported to visit her. And Pippa, I totally understand about misnaming the kids. I do it all the time to mine. Glad to know I'm not the only one who does. LOL

    1. Lol, it *does* get confusing! Especially when they're all jumbled together. Although hubs gets the misnaming crown for calling one of them by the pet cat's name once. :P

    2. Tell you DH I'm using that in a book. Confusing the kid with the pet. Ha!

  5. Fun! Keir was my introduction to SFR, last summer. One of my favorite books now, because it had everything I love. Tortured hero, heroine who won't give up on him, descriptions that made me feel like I was there. Such a great book.

    1. Awww, thanks Rachel! If it wasn't for this pesky riot tube thingy, I'd give you a hug.

    2. you'll have it off soon enough. Stiff upper lip, Pippa. Your British!


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